Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-19

kuOWs OuU W0 d1l udN9 our llJblS lEuIlS. and from amiable, though mistaken, sense of-shall say duty9-you refuse to de liver up the man whose cowardly crime so nearly cost you your life?
 "After your departure from Melbourne every one said, The hanson cab tragedy is at an end, and the murderer will never be discovered' I ventured to disagree with the wiseacres who made such 8 remark, and asked myself, Who was this woman who died at Mother Guttersnipe'sP Receiving no satis- factory answer from myself I determined to find out, and took steps accordingly In the first place, learned from Roger Moreland, who, if you remember, was q witness against you at the trial, that Whyte and Rosanna Moore had come out to Sidney in the John Elder about a year ago as Mir. and Mrs. Whyte. I need hardly say that they did not think it needful to go through the formality of marriage, as such tie might have been found inconvenient on some future occasion. Moreland knew nothing about Rosanna Moore and advised me to give up the search, as, coming from city like London, it would be difficult to find any one who knew her there. Notwithstanding this, telegraphed home to friend of mine, who is bit of an amateur detective: Find out the name and all about the woman who left England in the John Elder on the 21st day of August, 1S-, as the wife of Oliver Whyte' Mirabile dictu
 he found out all about her, and knowing, as you do, what a maelstrom of humanity Lon don is, you must admit my friend was clever. It appears, however, that the task I set him to do was easier than he expected, for the so called Mrs. Whyte was rather notorious individual in her own way. She was bur lesque actress at the Frivolity theatre in Lonx don, and, being very handsome woman, had been photographed innumerable times. Con- sequently when she very foolishly went with Whyte to choose berth on board the boat, she was recognized by the clerk in the office as Rosanna Moore, better known as Musette of the Frivolity. Why she ran away with Whyte I cannot tell you. With reference to men understanding women, I refer you to Balzac's remark anent the same. Perhaps Mu- | sette got weary of St. Johns Wood and cham pagne suppers, and longed for the purer air of her native land. Ahl you open your eyes at this latter statement-you are surprised-no, on | second thoughts you renot; because she told | you herself that she was native of Sydney, and had gone home in 1858, after trium- phant career of acting in Melbourne. And why did she leave the applauding Melbourne public and the flesh pots of Egypta You know this also. She ran away with rich l young squatter, with more money than | morals, who happened to be in Melbourne at the time She seems to have had weakness for running away. But why she chose | Whyte to go with this time puzzles me- He was not rich, not particularly good looking, | had no position, and bad temper. How do 1 know all these traits of MT. Whyte's char acter, morally and socially? Easily enough: my omniscient friend found them all out.
 MT. Oliver Whyte was the son of a London tailor, and his father, being we'll off, retired into private life, and ultimately went the way of all flesh. His son, finding himself 1 with 2 capital income and pretty taste for ! amusement, cut the shop of his late lamented parent, found out that his family had come over with the Conqueror-Glanville de Whyte helped to sew the Bayeux tapestry, suppose-and graduated at the Frivolity 1 theatre as a masher. In common with the other gilded youth of the day, he worshiped at the gas lit shrine of Musette, and the god dess, pleased with his incense, left her other admirers in the lurch, and ran away with for tunate Mir. Whyte. As far as this goes there is nothing to show why the murder was com mitted. Men do not perpetrate crimes for the sake of light O loves like Musette, unless | indeed some wretched youth embezzles money to buy his divinity jewelry The career of Musette in London was simply that of 8 clever member of the demi-monde, and, as far as l can learn, no one was so much in love with her as to commit crime for her i Slke OO 1dI, SO SOOOS uHe nOUlV0 or the crime must be found in Australia. Whyte had spent nearly all his money in England, and consequently Musette and her lover arr rived in Sydney with comparatively little cash However, with Epicurean like 1 philosophy they enjoyed themselves on what little they had, and then came to Melbourne, 1 where they stayed at a second rate hotel
 Musette, may tell you, had one special vice, 9 acommon one-6rink. She loved champagne
 and drank good deal of it. Consequently, on arriving in Melbourne, and finding that a new generation had arisen which knew not Joseph-I mean Musette-she drowned her sorrow in the flowing bowl, and went out after quarrel with Mir. Whyte to view Mel bourne by night--a familiar aspect to her, no doubt. What took her to Little Bourke street I don't know. Perhaps she got lost; perhaps it had been favorite walk of hers in the old days; at all events she was found dead drunk in that unsavoCy locality by Sal Rawlins. know this is so, because Sal told me so her self. Sal acted the part of the good Samar- itan; took her to the squalid den she called home, and there Rosanna Moore fell danger ously ill, Whyte, who had missed her, found
 out where she was and that she was too ill to
 be removed. presume he was rather glad
 to get rid of such an encumbrance, so went
 back to his lodgings at St. Kilda, which,
 judging from the landlady's story, he must
 have occupied for some time, while Rosanna
 Moore was drinking herself to death in a
 quiet hotel. Still he does not break off his
 connection with the dying woman; but one
 night is murdered in 8 hanson cah,
 and that same night Rosanna Moore
 dies. So, from all appearance, every
 thing is ended; not so, for before dying
 Rosanna sends for Brian Fitzgerald at his
 club. and reveals to him a secret which he
 locks up in his own heart. The writer of this
 letter has theory-a fancifu1 one, if you
 will-that the secret told to Brian Fitzgerald
 contains the mystery of Oliver Whyte's
 death. Now then, have I not found out 8
 good deal without you, and do you still de
 cline to reveal the resta I do not say you
 know who killed Whyte, but do say you
 know sufficient to lead to the detection of the
 murderer. If you tell me, so much the better
 both far your own sense of justice and for
 your peace of mind; if you do not-well,
 shall find it out without you. have taken
 and still take, a great interest in this strange
 case, and have sworn to bring the murderer
 to justice; so make this last appeal to you
 to tell me what you know. If you refuse, will go to work to find out all about Rosanna Moore prior to her departure from Australia ml-Ax Js-