St. Paul daily globe., 1889-03-17

gazing at the carpet, silent as death.
Finally he began to cry. Mr.. Jamison
did not press him to tell his story at all,
and gave him plenty of time. AT last
Henry spoke:
Il have got a wife," said he, "and
God knows that l love her. want you
to promise me that no harm will come
to her,"
Mr.. Jamison replied: ''If she has
committed no crime she will be pro-
tected, and none of the officers could or
would do anything to injure her."
"Then," said Reddy, 81 will tell you.
What have to say involves desperate
men-men who do not care for human
life, and who would kill me in minute
ii they knew of this. want to be pro-
tected from their assaults, and the as
SaultS of their friends For myself l
don't care, but my wife's love for me is
as strong as mine is for her, aud On that
account l want no harm to come to
me-"
Mr.. Jamison assured Freddy" that he
would be protected from any violence
and that his wife would be cared for.
Then the miserable man arose, and after
pacing the floor for few moments, with
his arms above his head, went to a cor
ner and hid his face against the walls,
and rested his arms on his head. For a
moment he stood thus, sobbing violent
ly. Finally he walled:
'Oh, my God! 1t is terrible thing
to tell about my own brothers! 1t is
hard 10 say something that will hang
them and perhaps me, tool"
Here he became greatly agitated and
stopped. Mr.. Jamison talked to him
and gradually got him composed again.
''From what you have said. Henry"
said Mr.. JamiSon. 81 infer that your
brothers were concerned in the murder
of Tollefson, and it seems also that you
are implicated. Are you?'
Henry gazed at Mr.. JamiSon for a full
minute without moving. Then he broke
out:
REDDY's CONFESSION.
"My God, L am. My brothers, Tim
and Pete, and myself, murdered Tom
Tollefson-shot him down on his car.
We killed him. Oh, great God, it's
awful!'
As soon as Henry had said this his
face frightened up, and tremendous
load seemed lifted from his mind. He
then went on and made his confession.
"The night of the Big Boston fire."
said he, "Tim, Pete and I left my house
about $50 o'clock. had billiard cue
in my hand. using it for a cane; Tim
was armed with 3S-caliber Smith &
WessOn revolver, while Pete carried a
small, ivOry-handled revolver. When
we left the house we weut across the
prairie to Twenty-eighth street, then
over to the Hastings d Dakota tracks,
up to Cedar avenue, and then up town
on car. We were around town quite
a while, and took car down to Frank
lin avenue. Here we got off, and walked
down Cedar avenue to Twenty-siXth
street, where we threw some planks
across the street car track to throw the
car off. Before we started up Cedar
avenue something had been said about
holding up any one we should meet. A
car was thrown off by the planks we
had laid on the track, but we did no
touch it, for because there was not
enough there, we thought, to make it
an object. At this time [ had nothing
in my band, having thrown the billiard
cue over a picket fence on Cedar ave-
nue.. The driver of the car which had
been thrown off Of the track
did not wait to get it on
rapid rate. After this car had
gone we all walked on Cedar avenue,
and when almost to the turn-tabIe met a
man in spring wagon. 1t was Fred
Foster, who keeps grocery on Cedar
avenue, near TWentysecOnd street. At
this time there was car on the turn
table, and Tim or Pete said: Il guess
we will take this fellows box, anyway
We went up to the driver and Tim and
Pete put their revolvers close up to him
and said he would have to give up his
cash box. The driver caught hold of
the revolvers, after putting his box un-
der his arm. The boys told him that
they did not want to hurt him, and said
that if he would let go the revolvers he
could go on with his box. He replied,
Not much,' and then
PETE SHOT HIM.
"The driver began to scream, and Pete
and l ran down Lake street. We
stopped just before we got to the en-
trance of Layman's cemetery, and we
heard another shot. Then Tim came
running up, eXclaiming:
Il killed him! | killed him! shot
him through the headp
AFTER Tim joined us we went into
the cemetery at the Lake street entrance
and walked around in there little
while, and then went home. 1t was
about o'clock when we got in the
house. Tim opened the cash box and
put the money in his poke t
and began to smoke cigar he
found in the box. Then we all went
down into the cellar and dug hole and
put the box and the street car checks in
and covered them up. After that we
went up stairs and talked the matter
over among us. The next day | went
down cellar and found Tim and Pete
there, pounding the tin box with an
axe. The checks they had thrown up
under the flooring. The box was cut
up and thrown into Mud lake by Tim
and l."
Telling this exhausted "Reddy," and
as soon as the trying ordeal was over,
he threw himself into chair, where
he sat for half an hour. He
talked over the matter with Mr..
JamisOn later on at some length,
and when he was placed on the witness
stand at the trial his story was the
same in every particular as his con-
fession. After he had told his story to
Mr.. Jamison Freddy" acted like diff
ferent man, and seemed anxious to tell
all he knew about the terrible affair.
He said that Pete was in Omaha. where
he was living with his mother. During
the time Mr.. JamIson and Freddy"
were in the room and the confession
was being made the Hennepin county
grand jury was in session in the next
room, and just as the assistant county
attorney and freddy" finished, it ad-
Journed to meet again three weeks later
PETE'S ARREST.