The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1886-12-23

ly seemed to doubt the sufficiency
of the guns they carriedto keep
off the avengers, and to wish that
there were no arms in the party,
for it was evidently a struggle in
his mind to determine whether he
was the safer a free man or a cap
tive. When he attempted to walk
he staggered to and fro so that he
had TO be supported on both sides.
The murderer was a picture of
the most abject misery and cow
ardice. He seemed to know that
he was going to leave that farm
for the scene of his own death, and,
forgetting hat he did not give his
victims the least chance for life,
expected to be protected himself.
On the way to the Jail he was seiz-
ed with a paroxysm of rage and
regretted that he had not offered a
more determined resistance; in
fine, regretted that he had not
either killed one of the officers
or the man who had brought
about his arrest. His expressions
of agonizing fear and trepidation
as the Jail was approached increas-
ed, and the brute covered and ours
ed his lot by turns. His helpless
ness in custody seemed to gall him
to the quick, and his bloodshot
eyes were more than once seen rest
ing in a glare of hate and vicious
ness upon the members of the ar
resting party, as though he yearn-
ed to spill the blood of somebody
else before his worthless carcass
swung on the gallows-tree.
Mr.. Gildwell says that n thing
that struck him as peculiar was
that every night Mussel, or Odds,
as he knew him. carried his ak to
his bedroom. This struck him sus-
piciously, and at night upon retir-
ing he always bolted the doors to
his room. One night he awoke in
a terrible state. That was on last
Friday night. He thought that
Odds was standing over him
WITH THE AK UPLIFTED,
And was about to dash out his
brains. In a state of perspiration
he bounded out of bed and solemn
lv afirms that he heard a noise, as
of some person closing the door.
Of course this did net excite the
most friendly feeling in his breast
for Odds. Saturday afternoon he
received his WeeklyfE enquirer, and
laid it aside to read the next day,
Sunday.
Almost the first thing that struck
him when he opened the paper Sun
day afternoon was a picture of a
man much resembling Odds. He
read the article underneath, con-
tanning an account of the terrible
murder, AMI at once made up his
mind that his workman (Olds) was
NONE OTHER THAN MUssEL.
He carefully placed the paper to
one side and took the first oppor-
tunity Of communicating with De-
tective Stone. Mussel was taken
to the jail in this city, where to.
night he was seen by your reporter.
who remained with him in his cell
for some time. Mussel, after being
locked up, collected himself some.
what and became calmer. He does
not deny his name, but positively
DENIES THAI HE MURDERED OIL
MAN CHRIsTMAN.
"I worked for the old gentleman
eight years ago." he said, "ano
again a short time ago, but did moi
kill him."
"When did you leave Ohio =
asked the reporter.
ION the night of the 7th of this
month I came to this town on the
morning of the 18th, and sought
work with Mr.. Glidewell. I was
starving, and had to work. Iwork'
ed for twenty-five cents a day.
made old man Christman's home
my head-quarters.P
"Why did you tell Mr.. Glidewel
your name was Olds?"
ooh, l don't know. 1 guess ]
did itfor fun"
When brought to the Jail he
complained of being very hungry
and was furnished good, substan'
tial meal by Detective Stone. He
ate everything given him with con
siderable Of a relish, not leaving
even a crumb. He is now as stolic
as a person could possibly be, ano
does not appear in the least con
cerued as to his fate.