Semi-weekly interior journal., 1882-06-06

'BeH Hdtb No FUN Lie Woman Sconped q"
The following is telegraphed from
Somerset: Almost twelve months ago
wealthy gentleman, named Cook, Of
Cincinnati, and his wife came TO this
place TO spend the Summer months.
With him was the orphaned daughter
Of an only brother. She was a tall
brunette, with ruby lips, brilliant
black eyes, and pearly teeth, named
Alice. Soon after their arrival she
made the acquaintance Of a prosper.
Gus young merchant here, named VIM.
Moore. The acquaintance soon ripen.
ed into interest, the interest into
friendship, aud the friendship into
love. In due time their love was mu-
tually plighted. Her uncle settled on
her the snug sum of 10000 Just be-
fore he left, in anticipation Of their
marriage All her hopes of happi-
ness we're now centered at Somerset,
and she concluded to stay behind. She
conceived the rather unusual, but tru.
ly generous idea of building an ele-
CANT little home as a bridal gift to her
husband on her wedding day.
Soon after the holidays, however,
gossip began to whisper all was not
well with the pale.faced Northern
beauty. Moore had dropped of per-
ceptibly in his attentions. Finding
the scene Of his former villainy get
ting too hot to be pleasant, and that
his trade was falling off, he sold out
and left the town, and il was suppos-
ed he had left the State. This was
the last and most stinging injury Of
all to poor Alice Cook. Her wrongs
embittered her to fury, and when her
infant, a beautiful and dimpled boy,
was born, she boldly declared Moore
to be its father, withdrew almost from
human companionship and devoted
herself to the care of her child. A
few days ago the neighbors noticed
that her doors were closed and that no
one was moving about the house. Sus-
picion was at once aroused. The
house was broken open and a ghastly
sight was presented TO the horror
stricken spectators. Lying in a pool
of blood, on the hall floor, was the
dead body of Moore. fully dressed for
outdoors, while a deep wound in his
right breast and a gaping cash in his
neck, showed how he had met his
death. At the further end of the
house, on bed, with one hand folded
under her head and the other firmly
grasping a dagger, the blade of which
was plunged to the hilt in her heart,
lay Alice Cook. BY her side, under
the counterpane, and buried in a calm,
restful sleep, was her living babe,
with a faint smile on its rosebud
mouth. The little white fingers had
been dipped in its mothers blood, and
then smeared over its face and the
white counterpane.
On a table in the center of the
room was a note written by the
wronged girl, stating that William,
who had been South, had come to see
her that night, and that she had
begged him to marry her, and on his
refusal she had stabbed him to death
and was going to kill herself, adding
that she would leave her child TO the
care of her friends, if she had any.
Her uncle, who, on leaving Som
erset, had gone to California, was no.
titled of the circumstances, and tele-
graphed back that as she had disgrac-
ed his family, he would have nothing
to do with the corpse. She was
buried in the old Baptist graveyard
West of town. The child will be
sent to its mothers uncle.