The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-12-03

lace.
At first Thr0ckmortnn attempted tn
laugh the matter of. The woman
was a crack-brained creature, who
would grow tired af.er a time he said.
He could keep il up if she could. Ii
it amused her be didn't object. Thus
he reasoned at first, but soon became
FESTIVE ami then il grew tai be deadly
oifense To mention The sLhIect IN MS
presence. At last he determined Ia
; go abrUaG. He made s,l arrange
mentS with the utmost secrecy,
not even telling has most in
timale friends, and did not rest until
he had put the Atlantic between him
and what haG grown To be a horrible
nightmare lie went straight TO
London, and the first person he saw
when he got of the train was Ellen
! G. dwiu. He fed 10 Paris aud he
! thought he would lose her in the
whiri of winter in Parisiau society.
In month he gave up in despair.
She followed him 10 clubs and recep-
tons and opera parties. Wherever
he was, day or night, be could never
look behind him without seeing her.
He tried all the large cities Of the
continent without avail and al last
returned 10 Louisville and took up
the old lite.
He used to complain that he was
chained 10 n corpse; that his life Vas
blasted, and that no msn ever before
endured such a persecution. No
woman would suffer his attentions aud
he soon gave up all idea of marriage.
He grew more and more moody, and
at last be determined TO rid himself of
his tormentor by violence. The scene
resulting from this determination, as
it was afterwards told in court, was
most dramatic. One night about IL
o'clock, as ThrOckmOrton was walking
home through a lonely street, tie
glanced over his shoulder aud saw his
ghost" few yards behind silently
following hin. He waited in dark
alley until she came up and then he
suddenly sprsng out on her. He
snstched the veil from her face and
dragged her by the throat to the
nearest lamp-pos'.
why DO you follow me-" he asked
his voice trembling with passion.
she made no reply, and clutching her
more firmly by the throat be drew
dagger. she made no attempt to
resist him, and just as the dagger was
about to be plunged into her breast
she cried out. half chOked and every
instant expecting death: XIII me,
John, but kiss me first" ThrOck-
morton threw the dagger away,
pushed the woman aside and fled be-
fore he would be tempted again.
At length Throckmorton could
stand it no longer, and Ellen Goodwin
was arrested at his instance and tried
for larcency. 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 il never was before or
since. The most eminent legal talent
was employed, and the evidence WAS
I, of the most sensational ssharaSter.
Ellen Goodwin was put on the stand
aud was given most severe cruss-
examination. Her answers were clear
and intelligent, and after hours OF
closest questioning, the opposing law.
yers were forced 10 admit that they
could make pothiDg Of her. Poems
written by her, ESSAYS and articles on
various subjects, were read TO the jury
and AT last her lawyer, Young Ely
Parsons, arose TO defend her. be
was man of commanding presence,
trained elocutiDnist aud a rarely
gifted orator. For four hours he kept
the audience entranced. He told, III
ali its dramatic details, the story of
Ellen Goodwin. He went over the
scene of the midnight meeting and
argued that the woman had simply
been wronged and Was seeking justice.
He pointed 10 her wan, haggard face,
her delicate frame, and cOntrasted the
wreck that stood before them with
the beautiful, gentle, tender girl
John Throckmorton had first met.
His peroration was a masterpiece, and
when he sat down the jury, without
rising from their seats, found her sane
Then the lawyer and client were
borne away by shouting thousands
and such scenes were enacted as we're
never witnessed in that sOmbre old
courtroom. A few msnths later Par.
sons was elected to Congress because
of the speech. From the day of her
acquittal Ellen Goodwin never again
followed Throckmorton. He left the
city and died few years afterwards,