The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-06-11
To the Horrible orime-A Fearful
Find at Cleveland Clears up the
Mystery-The Grlefofthe Par.
ents orthe Murdered Child,

rest at 8 o'clock this morning.
| Harassed and confused by the sharp
questions OF the officers, who slowly but
surely were entangling him In a net ol
his own contradictions young Otto
Lueth, the son, finally broke down and
confessed that he had committed the
horrible crime. He said that on the day
Of the murder Maggie Thompson passed
his house at about noon on her way from
school, and asked him for button To
put on button.string, He entlced the
little girl into the house and upstairs.
He placed her on the bed and killed her
with a hammer or hatchet. He left the
body on the bed until the fol.
lowing Wednesday, when he carried It
to the cellar, where II was found. When
asked what motive he had for the muir.
der, lie said that he had had a couple OF
drinks OF liquor and must have been
crazy. In answer to questions he finally
admitted that he had attempted to Grim.
inally assault the girl, but was unsuCCess-
ful. Lueth, the self.coniessed murderer,
says that he Is 10 years OF age, but he
looks older. He is tall and slender, with
dark eyes and brown hair. His head Is
peculiarly shaped and his forehead Is
very low. At the time OF the murder
Lueth, the father, was out Of the city at
work and the mother was In a hospital.
now THE BODY WAS FOUND.
The Leader contains the following,
Maggie Thompson Is found. but It is
not the black.eyed, brown.haited Mag
gle that disappeared just one month ago
not the sweet and dutitul Maggie who
bado. her schoolmates a hasty adieu, be-
cause she must go straight home, It
was q mangled and dismembered body,
so far decomposed that hut for the iamil.
lar clothing that told It's identity all too
truly, it might at first have been mis-
taken for the carcass OF an animal.
AT 0 o'clock last evening q reporter
dropped in on Mr.. and Mrs. Thompson
to make the stereotyped inquiry for the
lost daughter. Both Of the parents spoke
with something OF cheer, and with their
three other children about their knees II
was hard to believe that the other could
never return, aud some ray OF hope
struggled through the cloud OF doubt
and despair that had been steadily clos.
ing about them in the weary month Of
fruitless search.
"Come again, said Jake Thompson, in
hearty voice, aS the reporter withdrew.
Neither realized that the visit would be
80 soon repeated by the reporter as the
bearer Of dreadful tidings. Scarcely had
the reporter reached his office when q
message from the Ninth police precinct
reported that tho body OF Maggie Thomp.
sob had been found.
A few minutes later he knocked at the
Thompson's door. There must have
been something In the messengers voice,
that limited Of unusual tidings, for when
Mr., Thompson opened the door great
beads OF persplration stood out on his
face.
"There Is a report that Maggie Is
found" said the reporter
'Maggie ioundi' Maggie found My
God, / hope that's true. Where Is
she7'
"Come and we will see II the report
Is trpe,'
Thompson buttoned up his coat and
the two stepped out on Merchant avenue.
AS they passed up the sidewalk, the re.
porter said:
"The story is that they have found
Maggie's boay,"t
The message seemed to startle Thomp.
son greatly and his first thought was for
his wife. "Here," he said 10 a woman
whom he met, "You 20 and stay with
Clara. 1fMaggie's met with foul play
1T WILL KILL HER."
He wsstheu conducted by the reporter
toward the spot where the body had
been discovered.
Up to this time the body had not been
identified. The only thing that could
establish the identity was The clothing
and none al the police officers who had
been summoned were positive on that
point. They were waiting for some one
oi the family 10 be called when Jake
Thompson's big form pushed It's way
through the crowd that had begun u
gather In front Of No. 42 Merchant
avenue.
"Whak is II, gentlemen" he cried
"For dod'S sake, men, II you know any
thing about Maggie Thompson tell me
l ain her father"
An awe.striCken whisper ran through
the crowd as the father, eYen yet hopinI
against hope, p1latohed the garden gatt
and entered the yard which will Blant
blackened In history as the scene Of thC
darkest crime ever perpetrated Ia Cuya
hoga county. AS he reached Tho thfes
hold The giGkOning odor Of the decayini
body reached his noStrlls.
uWhere Is my MaggieW he cried.
"Mr. Thompson, }" said Police Lleuten
; ant Stein, "You had better not 20 dowt
In the cellar. We are not sure tits Mag
gle. We will bring you some article o
clothing 20 you eau zee
NLet me 20, man, am going 10 ny
, child, dead or alive" And with tha
he descended 10 the well.shaped cellar
where Capt. Q. ]. Mcdowell was keep
Ing watch and ward with dimly lightet
kerosene lamp. When the agoniEet
father saw thelittle heap Of wgll.Femem
betel Clothes and the braided lock-
which, arranged ever 30 carefully, coult
. not hide the cruelty fractured skull, hi
sent up A cry Of horror that struck
chill 70 the hearts Of tho curious Grove
outside and even reached The mother
who, with tense ear, a few doors beloW
was anxiously listening.
"Oh, my God Ny Godl 10 that d
that ID left oil my Maggie. 10 that m!
little girl, my dear little gitlW wa
!: We FiiH' calm, man Perhaps ia not ali,
Walt
vNTiL YOU ARE SURE"
await until l am sure What 10 lhl
hut my dRflinR'S hAt2" And he seize
!, The little jaunEy brown felt hat she ha
J worn, "fhis is Maggie Thompson's hA
J, / know, and she has been killed bee
0 murdetedl Who could have the heaI
u 70 Kill such q little girl, and she only
i step from her home2 Oh God, who hi
/. done this awful thlng2"