The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1885-09-03
A GOOD JOB.

of Harvey's death. Mr.. Brown came
while was there. ] was in the
kitchen, and Brown, Marsh and Lii
were in the other room, or front room.
Brown asked Lii about the blood on
her arm, which was about all l
heard of their conversation. then
went out doors and started for home,
and Marsh came to the door and told
me not to be in hurry. / told him
that l wanted to 60 home and 60 to
work, and did 60 on home. My wife
kept continually saying that she did
not think they would find him alive,
and said when he brought his clothes
to her to wash and mend, he said
that when he left for the west they
would never see him alive again in
these parts. In the afternoon of this
same day, Thursday Marsh came
to my house, and talked to my wife,
and said she was the means of get
ting Harvey and his wife together,
and breaking up the family. My
wife said she did not think she had.
On Friday my wife requested me to
go to Marsh and tell him not to come
down to my house, and say anything
more about Harvey Keith or about
that matter.
Marsh Barker's wife has also made
confession, substantially the same
as that made by the two Bankers, ex-
cept that it is still more revolr-
ing in its details, and wholly
unfit for publication. According to
her statement the murdered man was
in the house in pursuance of pre-
vious agreement made between him
self and her. He came home with
her from church, and she went into
the house first to see if the children
were asleep, and finding that they
were, she went to the door and in
vited him in.
Mrs. Barker was interviewed by
Mr.. Pinkerton on Wednesday, and
after a few words relative to her
part in the transaction she said, 81
shall never forget how Harvey looked
when l saw him lying dead in the
bed. Itwas a horrible sight" Pin
kerton said, "You saw him, then,
after he was dead?" "Oh yes, /
went in and pulled down the sheet
that was over his face" To this
Mr.. Pinkerton replied, 81 suppose l
might as we'll now say to you, Mrs.
Barker, that l am not lawyer, but
an officer employed to ferret out this
affair, and that your confession made
to me is known to others, and all our
conversations overheard" "Well,"
said she, :" ! am glad oft. l have at
times suspicioned that you were not
what you claimed to be, and l am
not sorry it is as you say" Then
meditatively-"I wonder if all law
yers act as you have, Mr.. Pinkerton. :"
Mrs. Barker is young, pale and
feeble looking woman, and has grown
poor since her confinement in the Jail.
She is the last person in the world
that one wo I'D select as an access
sorry to any Deed of blood, but still
there rs colo glitter in her eye, and
her appearance, when talking of the
tragedy, is so utterly careless and
unconcerned, as to lead one ire
sistably to the conclusion that in the
hands of wicked, depraved husband,
she would not hesitate TO commit
any crime. 1t is undoubtedly true
that with the knowledge and consent
of her husband she has many times
lured unsuspecting men to her home,
only to be there confronted by Marsh
in the role of the injured husband,
who would then extort money from
them under threats of an exposure or
violence.
Wednesday evening the officers
returned home to Chicago, but, be-
fore going, Mr.. Pinkerton concluded
he would see his clients, and bid
them farewell, and say to them that
possibly they had best procure
another lawyer. He went to the
cell occupied by Marsh and said to
him, We'll, Marsh, can't do you
any more good that l know of. Your
father won't help you, and the women