The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-10-03
young men in the neighborhood are un-
fortunate enough to be

young men an the neighborhood are un-
fortunate enough to be
SUSPECTED
on the himsiest grounds, and then the
strangers who passed the road that day are
spoken Of One man. said to have been in
the Penitentiary. was arrested Monday
night the only arrest yet made, but lac was
released, nothing being found against him.
Considerable stress was laid upon the fact
that some time between = and o'clock
stranger, short, thick-set and trainpish look
ing, walked down the road, and whenever
some one approached would walk out into
the woods or bushes This man has not been
seen since. The detectives, however, are not
partial to the theory that "A stranger is re-
sponsible for the crime, as everything indi-
Gates that some one acquainted with the
premises is the criminal. A little over
hundred yards from the house rail fence
running along a muddy brook appeared to
furnish q clew. One of the rails contained
mud, scTaped off boot in getting over the
fence, and on the top rail were four or five
small spots of blood. The Digs may have
furnished this also. and, as for fifty yards on
nearly every side the view of this spot Is
open, it isn't probable cautious murderer
would have selected it as an avenue OF es-
cape. as men were working in the fields not
far OIL,
HIRED ASSASSIN
in a neighborhood where every member of
the community Is known, and where theft is
almost unheard Of would he difficult to find,
and besides a small penknife being use pre-
cludes the probability that the girl was muir
dered by one bound on n mission of murder.
Gloomily the neighbors survey the whole
affair, vainly specializing upon vanishing
theories racked with uncertainty and thirst
ing for revenge. The bereaved family, living
under the roof stained with the life-blo vi Of
an idoliZed daughter ana sister, are helplessly
,rf.. fbnr III
blindly hoping against hope for a solution of
the horrible mystery. The scene presented
at the farmhouse test night was melancholy
in the extreme At 6 o'clock when the
shadows of the tall oaks were lengthenins
and loosiEg themselves in fantastic shapes
cast by the INTERVENING branches, there
were at least fifty men in the grove talking OF
tine crime with bated breath. Little groups
were formed. some standing, or stretched out
on the falling leaves, or perched on the SEATS
and bodies of the wagons They had ga
thered there from curiosity. The motive was
astrOneer and deeper one. They had come
to ease their minds of torturing doubts with
the hope that something definite might be
cleaned of the tragedy. Had the murderer
been disclosed to them then, speedy would
have been his voyage to the unknown. A
little distance from the grove the Atkinson
family we're seated at supper. There was a
vacant seat, but none could bear TO look
white-hared, specialized grandfather, whose
aged frame years had been powerless to bend,
as had the horrible knowledge of the crime
uppermost in the thoughts of all, yet zeal
ously concealed IN speech. The meal was
finished in silence, and with the exception
of Lucy and a visiting sympathizar,
THE FAMILY
left the room, as though to- hide from view
the spectral creation CT horrible iancies how
ering over the vacant chair Father mother
and the rest silently walked out among tue
shadows, fearfully wondering if some secret
enemy were near at hand, waiting to strike
another blow The friends sorrowfully looked
upon the family over which
THE BLOODY PAIL
of q murdered life was hanging and many
were the imaginings cOnjured up from the
contemplation OF the crime they hoped 10
revenge Could the murderer some thought
have been a member of that grief-stricken
circle and not unburden his guilt-laden soul
in the presence of the misery lie had caused:
Jake Melting, gaunt-looking in the deepen
ing shadows, came out among the watchers,
anu seated himself on n log, silently scan.
ming the troubled faces. Here comes
Ceph' said one, as Mr.. Atkinson slowly ap-
preached, shaking friends by the hand. Mr..
Atkinson was asked ii he had set led upon
any theory.
NO" was the gloomy answer. 81 haven't
any ideal can't think of anything-its all
blank to me "
The tears started to his eyes, as he walked
despondently away and picked up twig u
white off companions to his severed heart
strings. He joined group of friends, aud
with thoughts black as the night falling
upon them, the men gradually mounted
their horses and rode aWaV