The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1890-09-19
AN AWFUL CRIME.
A Former Corvallis Girls Sad Experience
in the City of Portland.

AN "A
A Former Corvallis Girls Sad Experience
in the City of Portland.
Many of our readers will remember
Eliza Mecklin, young girl who re-
sided in Corvallis for d number ol
wears. and who still has relatives il
this city. Many may also remember
M. M. Bloch, who for year or more
was postal mail clerk on the West
Side train between here and Portland
and who it seems has accomplished
Miss Mecklin's ruin and added
another chapter to the history OF
crime. The Portland Telegram, OF
Friday, gives minute description ol
Eliza's sad experience, as follows:
In small back room in the Bixby
lodging house at the corner of Third
and A streets in this city, lies frall
Young woman Of 20 years, a victim OF
a villain and the mother of a MUIR
dered infant. Her name is Eliza
Mecklin and the record of this poor
girls experience during the last few
weeks is blacker than the annals OF
the great Inferno, and the thing in
human shape, who has forced dis
grace and shame upon her is as Her
cules to Pigmy compared to the
sneaking midnight assassin who
springs upon healthy man capable
of self-defense and robs him Of his
life.
CHAPTERS OF AWFUL ATROCITY.
Yesterday afternoon a Telegram re-
porter was informed that woman
was dying at the house mentioned for
the want of proper medical attention,
and that she was without either
friends or money. Accordingly last
evening, reporter called at the
house and learning that the sick
woman occupied room No 8, knocked
on the door and received the faint re-
ply, "come in."
Lying upon a sadly disarranged
bed which stood in the middle of the
room was fair young woman who
looked like broken withered lilly, the
outcast of some midnight festival.
'What do you want here?" she
asked as the reporter approached her
bedside.
Il heard you were ILL.," was the re-
ply, land came to see if you are in
need of help"
all, ah, yes, am i'll. God knows
I wish 1 were ill enough to die. l
have no friends-save one, and [ do
not know whether he is friend or foe.
But if he knew how i'll I am he would
come back to me-
SHE TELLS THE VILLAINS NAME.
"Who is this friend Of whom you
speak," asked the reporter.
His name is NJ NJ. Bloch and he
has always been 50 good to me. He
went away Monday morning to be
gone two days. He said he would
return Tuesday but he is not here
The reporter then told her that
Bio ca had left the city.
"My God! do not tell me so. Gone!
Oh heavens, and he has ruined my
life and left me to die. He promised
to marry me, and was so good to me
ard l Was good TO him. l have been
an honest working girl and gave him
every cent / made. When he went
away he did Mt give me IL dollar,
though he knew | was not well. l
want to write to him, but l am too
weak Will you write for me?'
The reporter willingly complied and
at her dictation the following was
written out:
Mr.. NJ. NJ BLOCH, Seattle-De0,':
DO you intend to come back to me?
[ am dangerously i'll and ry little
babe is born. Come back to me, my
heart is breaking for you. ELIZA.
"Why do you say your little one is
born when it is not?" asked the re-
porter.
because if he thinks it is, he will
come back If not he will never re-
turn. He will think L may die.'
DR. EIsEN SENT FOR.
At this point the reporter concluded
that the woman should have proper
medical attention. Therefore, Mr..
Bixby, the proprietor volunteered to
go for. Dr. Elsen. The physician
came and was apprised of the leading
facts of the case. He entered the
room alone, and raising the coverlet,
found dead babe. The little corpse
was taken away, and an examination
showed it to have been terribly
mutilated by the use of instruments.
MADAM, who used an instrument
on you?" asked the doctor.
"No one, sir" was the reply.
"Who, then, has been you physi-
cian?" was the counter question, and
the woman spoke the name of we'll
known professional, but stoutly as
serted that he did not produce the
criminal results.
BLOCH DID THE WHOLE OF IT.
"Mr. Bloch did all that was done
He is the author of my shame. I
came here from Corvallis three years
ago last June and have been going
with him ever since. He was kind
ness itself TO me and [ loved him.
Under promise of marriage yielded
to him my honor. I would that I
were dead Or that he were back with
me. The child is his and he knows
it."