St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-01
THE CLOSING CHAPTER.
The Bodies OF the Murderer and HI
XictLm Prena red for the Grave.

The Bodies OF the vi urderer and His
Victim Prepared for the Grave.
The tragedy of Saturday night at the
Astoria was the popular topic of discussion
on the streets yesterday and in the hotels.
Knots of men could be seen gathered
around the corridors discussing the various
phases of the affair. The high social stand
ing of the parties implicated tinted the
tragedy with a hue of interest that touched
the minds Of every one who had heard of
it and acquainted themselvS with the cir
cumstances.
A little less than year ago in the hours
of midnight the police were startled with
the announcement from the pale lips of a
frantic man that he had stumbled over the
dead bodies of man and woman in a room
on East Seventh street. In the investiga-
ton that followed, it was found that a
woman in the prime of life and possessing
the charms of beauty and intellectually had
been sacrificed to the unreasonable rash
ness Of a mans illegitimate love, and when
he had sent the bullet crashing through the
fair temple of his victim, the murderer eX-
plated his crime by sending his own soul
into eternity. The circumstances of the
Kellogg Barrett tragedy are familiar to
every st. Paul citizen, and this like the affair
that ended the existence of two lives at the
Astoria Saturday night, was the fruit of that
power and subtle influence which has baf-
fled the pen of the cevereSt poet to describe
love. In both cases there is the wronged
wife and innocent children, whose lives
must forever carry the stain set upon
them by the frenZied hand of their husband
and father The room in the Astoria. in
which the tragedy occurred. had yesterday
assumed its usual appearance. The blood
stains had been removed from the carpet.
furniture and walls. The window shades
were lifted and the cold daylight streamed
in and across the floor, as if to drive away
the dark spirit of death that had for time
held sway there. To have entered the
room yesterday, no one would have
suspected that only the night before
the quiet echoes of the apartment had been
awakened by the sharp pistol reports that
hardly preceded two souls in their vacation
of earthly tenaments and flight into the
vast, incomprehensble waste of eternity.
AT THE MoRGUE.
The curtains of the windows in Mccarthy
q DOnnelly's undertaking establishment
were drawn all day yesterday, and passers-
by would look at the building as if to pierce
the window draperies with their eyes, Oc-
casionally curious visitor would raise the
latch and enter, closing the door on a
groupe of Open-mouthed urchins whose
morbid curiosity compelled them to hover
in the shadow of the building as
though its gloom held fascination
for them. In the back room, by the dim and
uncertain light of lamps, the undertakers
labored with the bodies of the dead, pre-
pairing them for their endless sleep beneath
the dust of their native state. Cheerfully
the calm companions of the dead performed
their duties, smiling and chatting as light.
hearted as though they were laboring ovel
speechlesS forms of sculptured marble. The
bodies lay cold and stark upon the embalnl.
ing tables. A beautiful shroud of black en-
velOped the form of the women. relieved a
the throat by narrow collar of white lace
Her beautiful hair was dressed back from
the broad forehead, that shont
in the dull light like polished mar
bic, and the outlines of her charming fact
seemed created from the same spOtless ma
terial. The heavy black eyelashes fell upor
the white cheek, and save for the pallor o.
the lips, that but few hours before Law
ished caresSes upon the man she loved, he
death slumber might have been taken for a
peaceful and passing sleep. By her side
lay the body OF the man whose love for hel
would not be rebuked. His stern feature:
were reposed in death, and had not yet lost
the look of determination that settled upoI
Jheln WbcH Ills desperation prompted Mn
to draw the mantle of eternal darkness ovel
the life OF the woman he adored and hi!
own unbeaTable existence. A slight frowI
scanned his brow, as if the silent heart We
felt the pangs TINT had narrowed it but :
few short hours before. RObed in shrouC
of black his stalwart form looked kingly il
its proportions.
A telegram was received yesterday morn
lug from j. S. Smith, Cobleskill, N. Y.
uncle of the dead woman, saying that h
would leave for this city Immediately ant
ordering the authorities TO embalm tn
bodies, as he would take them home wit
him for interment He is expected L
arrive here tomorrow morning.