The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-05-26
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still looking at the punctured garments.
Mr.. Moore had the bed.rail almost fitted
into the socket, when the other rail like.
wise severed connections with the head.
board, both slipped away, two stats fell
out, and then the ticks, stats and bed
clothes we're in mass on the floor.
"Hang the bed," the detective growl.
ed.
Dick laughed and then laying the coat
and vest aside, began to help the detect
i've. When the ticks had been tugged
away, and the stats removed the floor
was clear. Mr.. Moore remarked that he
would not like to run the risk OF sleep
ing on such perilous support, but be-
fore he finished the sentence he stopped
over and picked up something.
"What's that ?" asked Dick.
The detective did not reply but turn.
ed the object over and over, examining
it closely. Then he handed it to Dick.
It was a psper.weight Of familiar pat
tern. The bottom was round piece oi
brass, about three inches in diameter.
The handle was about thr<e inches long,
and had contrivance in the end for re.
moving pens. The whole must have
weighed pound and a half. On the
rim of the brass plate was pasted piece
of soft leather, and on this was name
in gilt letters,
MORTON KING, BROKERS.
Here was the tell.tale clue which the
murderer had left behind him.
Mr.. Moore went mechanically to the
closet, and brought out a mold. The
side of the paper.weight fitted the in.
dentation of the wound in the back OF
Mr.. Fessenden's head.
II am convinced" the detective said.
"At last % Dick exclaimed sarcastic.
ally.
The detective lost his scruples about
communicating his views to Dick, and
talked quite vivaciously. Having found
the singular weapon under the bed, and
linked the fact to strong chain Of cir.
cumstantial evidence, he relinquished
his first theory, and grasped the one
Dick had advanced. Then he began to
explain why he had accused Dick, and
had not suspected Fred. He told of the
easy manner with which Fred told his
story, and Dick heard, for the first time,
Of Fred's accusations against him. Fred
had told MIR. Moore that Dick tried to
borrow ten dollars from him a short
time before the murder.
"He lied," said Dick passionately.
The consultation lasted till after the
dinner hour. Mr.. Moore showed Dick
the ball that had killed Mr.. Fessenden,
and he also proved that the rusty pistol
was not the one which did the shooting.
When the ball was dropped into the
muzzle, it ratified down the barrel. The
pistol which did the killing had been q
smaller size. The two men kept on
picking out points in the testimony Of
the inquest, which verified Fred Sey.
mour's guilt. Among many other things
they resolved to do were to find the
calibre OF Fred Seymour's revolver, to
find whether the check of Morton &
King was payable to bearer or order, to
find if Morton & King had missed q
paper.weight from their Office, and how
Fred Seymour returned to his work from
the Fessenden residence. These ques.
tions were soon answered, and at sun.
down Fred Seymour was behind the barr
and bolts of the county Jail, the city was
again in state Of excitement, and Fred's
father was in the depths Of despair and
grief.
Six months afterward Fred Seymour
received the penalty of his crime, when
he was sentenced to long term in the
penitentiary. Itmight have Jared worse
for him had not Dick Fessenden been
low with fever, while the trial was in
progress. Smucker was just going out
of Office, and he spent more time elec.
tioneering, than he did in working up
his cases. Judge Davenport had the de-
fense, and he resorted to his old method
of packing the jury, and bribing wit
nesses. 1t was the general impression
even after the excitement had died away
that Fred Seymour had gotten off with
light punishment. Hamilton county
juries were not noted for justice, prior
to the riot of 1884.
As I have intimated, Dick had siege
of fever. For days he lay at deaths
door, and the attendants expected, now
and then, that the labored breathing
would soon be hushed, and the noble
spirit would take its fight. Then came
weeks of waiting, helplessness and slow
recovery, and very gradually he grew
stronger.
Through those two months Of sick
ness Dicks nurse was Jemima Brown
Patiently and silently she watched by
his bedside, when the doctors came in
with hopeless countenances and spoke
in low, earnest tones. When the criti.
cal point had passed, and improvement
began, almost imperceptibly, it wa. still
her gentle hands that bathed the heated
forehead of the sufferer. When Dicl
lay weak and limp, longing heartily fol
strength again, Jemima read to him, OIL
sat near by knitting and humminR some