Connecticut western news., 1885-05-27
NEW Y0RK'S STRANGLER. LOUIS FRANCOIs's JOURNEY IN THE DARK WITH HORRIBLE BURDEN. Taking the Body of His Wife, Whom He
 Had Just Murdered, to the River 10
 Hide nlI Trace of His Crime.
LFrom the New York World.l

| by her husband, Louis, caused decided sensation in the city. The means used to accomplish the crime and to make away with the body were so peculiarly Parisian that to many it seemed incredi- ] ble that such a brutal murder could | have occurred in the heart of great city like New York.
 The more it was discussed, the more revolting and surprising did the crime appear. It was positive case of a de- liberate murder, carried out by heart less fellow, who, to wresk his vengeance and gratify his spite, had, with fingers clutched about the throat of his victim, ! waited and watched, all the time mak- ing his clutch closer and fercer, until with the rapidly weakening struggles of his victim he knew that his bloody work was done. Then came a resting spell while the murderer, with the dead wo- man stretched on the floor before him, thought of some plan to put away the body. There were no bloody marks to be washed out; no evidence of murder and crime beyond the body, yet warm and limp, but with the spark of life most effectually snuffed out.
 He recognized the necessity of an im- mediate disposition of the remains, and set about the carrying out of plan at once simple and original. He was strong and vigorous. The same mus cles which had stood him so we'll in hold ing the struggling, gasping woman were to serve him once more in disposing of the body. He would carry the corpse to the great river flowing silently at the city's side and there he would fling her in, leaving him free to tell any lying tale to explain her absence.
 The night was dark and quiet. Itwas then after midnight and the people of the neighborhood were sleeping. He looked about for some plan of getting the corpse to the brink of the water. He rummaged the apartments for some covering which he could cast over the body while he carried it away. In Q closet, where it had been placed by his wife, he found an ordinary grain bag. It would serve as hearse and burial shroud. It was no easy task to get the body of a strong, healthy woman, weighing 130 pounds and over five feet tall, into such a receptacle. How long it took him to do this is known only to himself. It was difficult job, but he worked with desperation and soon he had it to his liking. She was still clad in her night-clothes and about her neck was the knotted silken scarf which had so well assisted in the work of strangu- lation. He evidently calculated on get ting the body to the water, and did not trouble himself with making away with any of the evidences of the guilty act. A towel hastily thrust into the opening of the sack barely sufficed to hide the protruding head and feet. The feet were bent up until they rested against the face, and thus twisted and disfigured the body of the woman he had once sworn to love, honor and protect was made ready for the secret disposition he had determined upon. All this time not 8 sound has served to rouse the neigh bors. No prying hand or spying eye had come to break in upon the solitary labors of this arch fend. All his ar. engagements were working to his liking. His load was ready and all that remained was to make the journey of two blocks to the river and with the quiet dropping of the bag and its contents into the water he would be rid at once of his bur. den and of all the evidence that would link his name with the crime.
 Shouldering his ghastly load he sci out on his journey. He turned the key in the door, but did not put it in his pocket. He was only going a short distance and would be back directly, or perhaps in his haste to finish the job he grew nervous and so forgot to leave the house adequately protected. He passed through the long hall which sep. arated his rooms from the street, and tugging under his burden started river ward. The great brown sack bulged out and beads of precipitation stood on his forehead, and he panted as he pushed on, moving as quickly as his strength would permit. twas long and strong lift that was needed. but he had won. derful incentive to put forth his best ef- fort.
 Strange to say, he had gone over more than half of the funeral march he had planned out for himself ere he came to grief. He had taken big chances and had come within a good share of win ming when the man and his load caught the eye of an officer of the law. The rule of the department gives to any patrolman the right to call upon any citizens to stand and explain themselves when the surroundings are such as to raise a natural suspicion in the mind of the law guardian. Patrolmsn Thomas Mccormick at once demanded it. The man had lain down his load, balancing it on an ash-box, which was at the side- walk edge, in front of No. 52S West Twenty eighth street. So far as the policeman could detect, there was not the least nervousness or seeming alarm in the manner of the man he had chal- lepged.
 THE ARREST.
 . "What have you there?" asked the officer.
 , "Oh, it's all right" came the re. sponse, as coolly and quietly as though l he thought the interruption uncalled t for, but excused the well-meaning off 9 cial. Such an answer would not suffice , "But what have you there ?" reiterated . Mccormick.
 Q "Only something I'm going to throv 1kg