The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1889-02-15

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| A THRILLING STORY.
The death of young Maurice B.
Throckmorton, killed at Birming-
ham, Ala, Saturday night while en-
treating Il mob not to attack the
jul, recalls story, says the New
York World, us strange as anything
in fiction-a story as full of drama.
tic scenes and incidents as anything
that was ever produced upon stage.
and which has been four times brought
by II tragedy to the memory OF those
who disliked most to hear it.
1t was nearly forty years ago that
Maj. John Throckmorton, son of
.Aris Throckmorton, and uncle of the
young man killed at Birmingham,
was one of the lenders of
the brilliant society of the
old South. He was the finest
type of the Southern gentleman: i'm
pulsive, generous, kind of heart and
open of hand, lie was connected by
blood andmarriage withevery PROM
inent Southern family from New
Orleans to Louisville, and when he
came back from collegeto live among
his people the fairest prospect was
spread out before him. He went in
20 enjoy life, and as he had ample
mems and was IL welcome guest
wherever he choose to go, time
slipped by pleasantly enough.
Just when pretty Ellen Goodwin
came into his life no one ever knew.
In all the fierce light that afterwards
beat upon them their earlier intimacy
remained forever buried in mystery,
and both carried the secret to their
graves. Ellen Goodwin lived near
Louisville. was remarkable for her
beauty and the gentleness of her dis
position. She was we'll connected and
had a small fortune in her own name.
Friends of Throckmorton saw them
together for time, and then sudden
" their intimacy was discontinued.
Throcklnorton left Louisville ON IL
pleasure trip and did not return Tor
several months.
One stormy, clustering night in
January, when the snow was beating
against the window panes and the
people We're hurrying in to blazing
fires, Throckmorton returned to
Louisville and went direct to the
Gault House, a hotel owned by his
father. When he entered his room he
happened to glance across the street.
He saw woman standing motion
less beside a gas lamp directly op-
posite. She was dressed in black, and
although he could not see her face, he
recognized the outlines of her figure.
She stood there SO silent andspecter-
like that he became fascinated and
watched her for hours. That was
the first night that "Tlrockmorton's
ghost WAS eeen.
1t was the beginning of what was
to- last withoutinterruption for twen-
ty years. The dark shadow that
night was to follow him oil over the
world; it was to he with him in tho
blaze of noon and in the darkest
hours of the night; lie was to see it
in every capital Of Europe; it was to
be close behind him in his most secret
moments; it was to mingle with his
own shadow. so that in Il delirium of
terror he would wonder if his mind
were not DESERVING him, and if both
shadows were not one and The same.
1t was in vain that he tried to put
oceans between him and his awful
phantom-like pursuer; in vain that
every resource of money was tried:
from that first stormy January
John Throckm0rton was never for
one moment alone.
1t was wonderful how she appeared
to know of his movements. If he
would suddenly decide to go to IL
party she would be standing on the
opposite side of the street when he
got out of his carriage. 1.-The remain
ed in his MOTEL Tor days, and il then.
in the dead OF night, he slipped out
by Il side entrance she would be close
behind him. Her appearance IN the
streets become so common in Louis
Vile that people merely glanced Mt
her carelessly as she fitted by. As
the years passed her name was for
gotten and she was only known as
"Throckmorton's ghost Some
times when she would be waiting for
him children would gather about her
and often boys would boot and taunt
her: but she never complained, and
no man ever heard the sound of her
voice.
The weather never appeared to in.
convenience her. She often would
stand for hours in the midst of q
driving rain or hail without shelter
of any kind, apparently oblivious to
everything save the man she was
following. She always wore the
same heavy. black dress, with
black hat, and II thick, black veil,
which concealed her face.
At first Tbrockmorton attempted
to laugh the matter off. rhewoInan
was Al clHck-blained creature, who
would grow tired after u time, he
said. He could keep it up if she
could. II it amused her Ii didn't
object. Thus he reasoned Mt first,
but soon became FESTIVE, ami then it
grew to he II deadly offense to men,
ton the subject in his presence. At
last he determined to go abroad.
lie made all his arrangements
with the utmost secrecy, not even
telling his most intima te friends, and
did not rest until he had put the At.
lantic letween him and what had
grown to lie "A horrible nightmare.
He went straight to London, and the
first person he saw when he had got
off the train was Ellen Goodwin. He
fled to Paris and he thought lie would
lose her in the whirl of Il winter In
Partisan society. In a month he
gave up in despair. She followed him
to clubs and receptions and opera
parties. Wherever he was, day or
night, he could never look behind
him WifhOut spaino l,er Ho tr;oj al