The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1888-12-20

1 uiS SaIr6UR6WeuLSW Will tue uttuUSt seCIeCy,
mot even telling his most intimate friends,
and did not rest until he had put the
Atlantic between him and what had:
grown to be a horrible nightmare. He
went straight to London, and the first
person he saw when he got off the train
was Ellen God He. fed to Paris and
1.he thonght be. would sloses her Ainsthe;
l.whirl ofa Rintef. in Parisian s6eisly In;
| a month he gave up in dispair. She
followed him to clubs and receptions and
opera parties. Wherever he was, day OF
night, he could never look behind him
without seeing her. He tried :3ans, the,
large cities Of the Continent without avail
and at last returned to Louisville and
again took up the old life. !.
He used TO. complain that; her. was:
chained ito a. corpse : that bis sife Was::
Eblasted, nd.that;noa man eyer4before Fen.E
|.dured such persecution. No woman
would suffer his attentions, and he soon
gave up. all idea of marriage. BE grew
more and more moodys eeand att last he
determined to rid himself of, his tormen-
tor by violence. The scene resulting,
from this determination, as it was after.
wards told in court, was most dramatic.
One night about II O'clock, as Throck-
morton was walking home through a
lonely street, he glanced over his. .shoul-.
der and saw his 'ghost" few yards be.
hind silently following him. He waited
in dark alley until she came up and
then he suddenly sprang out on her. He
snatched her veil from her face and
dragged her by the throat to the nearest
lamp post. ;s4.5.i
"Why do you follow me 2" he asked,
his voice trembling with passion. She
made no reply, and clutching her more
firmly by the throat he drew dagger.
She madeno attemptito resistG him; and
just as the dagger was about to e,plupged
into her breast she cried out, half clicked
and: every instant expecting death:
skill me, John, but kiss me frst.o
Throckmorton threw the dagger away,
pushed the woman aside and fled before
be would be tempted again.,
At length, Throckmorton could stand
it no longer, and Ellen Goodwin was
arrested at his sinstance and tried for luna:
cy: The old Court House in Louisville,
where Henry Clay and the Crittendens-
had many hard fought battle in days
long gone BY, was packed as it never was
lsbefore or since. The most eminent legal
talent was employed, and the evidence
was of the most sensational character.
Ellen Goodwin was put on the stand and
was given a most severe CROSS examina: !:
tion. Her answers were clear and
Intelligent and, after hours of the closest
questioning, the opposing lawyers were
forced to admit that they could make
nothing of her. Poems written by her,
essays and article on various subjects,
were read to the jury, aud at last her
lawyer, young Ely Parsons, arose to
defend her. he was man of command
ing presence, trained elocutior lst and a
rarely gifted orator. For four nours he
kept the audience entranced. He told.
in all its dramatic details, the story of
Ellen Goodwin. He went over the scene
ofthe midnight meeting and argued that
the woman had simply been wronged and
was seeking justice. He pointed to her
wan, haggard face, her delicate. frame,
and contrasted the wreck that stood
before them with the beautiful, gentle,
tender girl John Trockmorton had first
met. His peroration was q masterpieces,
and when be sat down The jur7, wishaus
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