The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-06-01
TWO UNHAPPY WOMEN.


Harrodsburg Correspondence Cincinnati Enquirer.
When your CORES pondent called at the
slain mans late home he was ushered into
the library, where were seated Mrs. Thomp-
son, Mrs. Walter Davis Mrs. Latham, sister
in-law of Mrs. Davis, and Mrs. Governor
Robinson, mother of the fair young widow.
II was pitiful picture. Mrs. Davis con-
trasted strongly with Phil. Thompson's
wife. The former is young and fair. She is
a typical brunette with pair of beautiful
black eyes, and a sweet innocent express
ion, which has become intensified by the
sorrow and suffering of the past few weeks,
Mrs, Thompson has been very handsome
woman, and a few traces of her once
remarkable loneliness still remain. The
most casual observer would notice that she
has prematurely aged, and the history of
her marital troubles are told in that care
worn couutenanCe, The two women VIII ose
lives have been wrecked by the same horrible
tragedy sat in opposite parts OF the room but
when they addressed each other it was in the
frendliest and most sympathetic terms.
Both ladies, and particularly Mrs. Thompson,
were taken unawares, and the latter seemed
to understand that she had been entrapped
by her friends, and the time had come for
her to tell what she knew of the distressing
occurrence at the st. Clair Hotel on the after
noon and night OF the 2Sth of last November.
Yet the lady hestated to give her version of
the affair, and it was only obtained after 4
series OF questions, some of which she left I'M
answered, During the interview, which lasted
for more than an hour, Mrs. Davis and her
mother would interject interesting points
xxrht haA No Nraf hrnntFht Mrl
Thompson said that she went with her hus-
band to Cincinnati on Monday, Nov. %, and
they stopped at the Burnet House. Mr.
Thompson wrote a note to Jessie Buckaer, re-
Questing her to call at the hotel, which she
did, and took supper with them. Phil or
dered his wife's baggage sent to the st. Clair
Hotel, and before he departed for Washing
ton his better half left with Jessie Buckner
for her rooms at the st. Clair. The occur
renee at the hotel on the next afternoon are
given as nearly as possible as the unfortunate
wife stated them to the Enquirer correspond
ent:
"0n Tuesday morning Jessie and went
shopping and met Walter Davis. He said he
had Just come from Harrodsburg. Miss Buck
ner told him where We were stopping, and in
vited him to call. His card was sent up about
our lunch time. and when we emerged from
the dining-room he walked to the pGrlor with
us. While we were there Miss Buckner ex-
cused herself to so down to the drug store
and get some Apollinars water, and we went
up to her room. Was there harm in that?
Walter Davis and had known each other
for years. His family and ours were OH the
most intimate terms We traded at his
grocery, and whenever | needed any money
my husband always told me to go and get it
of Walter Davis. When Jessie returned /
was sitting at the piano playing. Presently
a card came up for her. and upon it was the
name of NJ. T. Threlkeld OF Harrodsburg,
who wanted to see Miss Buckner. The young
woman looked at it and contemptuously
threw it aside, with the remark: 4 wish
every striped pants galOot from Harrodsburg
wouldn't come to see Miss Buckner | am
tired OF it and won't see him. Walter Davis
went down town with me to telegraph my
little daughter that l wouldn't be home
that night He didn't tell me there was a
wreck on the road. My husband didn't tell
me when should 20 home, but before left
him he gave me some money to do my shop
ping
1--WE went to the ST. Nicholas to get some
oysters, and returned to the hotel at
o'clock. | was not drunk and the story of
the champagne bottles is an Infamous lie. l
had on dress with only two small pockets.
and where could | carry wine in them?
Walter Davis had purchased three tickets
for the theater that night-for Miss Buckner,
me and himself-but Jessie said she had an
engagement, and couldn't go. She offered
no protest against my going. OUT Thtner IN
sisted upon it, and made the significant re-
mark that she was q sound sleeper, and it
might be hard to wake her when we returned.
| arranged my own toilet and Walter Davis
called for me and requested Miss Buckner to
go with us, as he had ticket for her but
she persisted in her declination. l believe
the theater was RobnsOn's Opera house.
But about o'clock | was taken ill, and we
went back to the hotel. We tried the door
of Jessie Buckner's room, but could not
wake her. Mr.. Davis said There
is some one in there. Come to my
room and sit by the fire. The
day was cold, and it had been showing dur
ing the afternoon and night. | accompanied
Mr.. Davis to his apartment as entirely inno-
cent of any wrong. He turned up the gas,
aud we chatted by the fire for perhaps an
hour. AS God is my judge, Walter Davis
was not guilty of any wrong. We had hard
work the second time to get into Jessle's
room, but at last she got up and let me in
The story that fell helpless on the floor is Il
falsehood. l took my jewels off, put them in
my Jewel case, placed it under the pillow
and went to bed Jessie Buckner didn't dis
turb herself at all on my account. Early
the next morning l took the train for Har-
rodsburg and chatted pleasantly with num-
Der of lady friends whom | met en- route.
This is the true story of the occurrence at
the st. Clair Hotel, and my husband killed
an innocent man."
do you think there was any one in Jessie
Buckner's room the night of the occurrence
at the st. Clair, Mrs Thompson
81 most certainly do and l know who it
was, but dare not reveal the name"
Mrs. Thompson spoke in the kindest terms
of Phil Thompson, ST.. and his wife, whom
CHI id had pvar fraatpI hnr kindly and nj.