The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-08-30

The young woman screams and struggles.
Her mother and friend upon the highway
I'LL the night with their shrieks of terror,
but younger sister, Drawer than all, starts
TO follow Almy and his victim, and is fired
at twice in consequence. An agOniZed call
from the bushes into which he has dragged
her and where he is perpetrating nameless
horrors that would put Jack the Ripper to
blush, and the heroine, Fannie, again seeks
her sisters side, but she is too late Two
well directed shots and the deed is done.
Amy vanishes and only the mutilated re-
mains of the woman he had loved and
threatened are left to tell the story of his
demoniacal revenge.
HE WATCHED THE FUNERAL.
The first murder in the country in hun
dred years-and such murder.
All Hanoxer turns out to find the muir
derer. Pitchfork brigades are formed, and
all New England is secured. White haired
professors from Dartmouth tramp side by
side with farmers and village constables
There are no policemen, for Hanover has
never before found the need of one. The
railroads are watched. The steamships are
watched. Even the Allan line steamers at
Liverpool are secured for some trace of the
murderer. But Amy has vanished. He
lerves no trail. With all the cunning of a
fox he has hidden himself where no one
thought TO look-under the hay in Mr..
Warden's barn-not many yards from the
house of the five gables.
This was his thousand miles. This was
the place where he had lain and watched
his lady love, and reused the passion which
started his hand TO barbarity too great for
words. And from this self-same hiding
place he watched the great funeral when
some thousand people came TO pay tribute
of curiosity or respect to the murdered one
Can you imagine his thoughts in that grim
vantage ground Do you envy them !
THE MOTHERS DISCOVERY.
Blood for blood. Woman for woman
What an epic of justice it was that Chris
tian's mother should be- the one to pick ur
the clew to his hiding place.
Mrs. Warden was looking for some los
chickens on Monday evening and found III
opening in the underpinnlng of the barn
she pushed aside small board and found
on the inside a small jelly tumbler, dozer
cans which had recently contained salmon
oysters, peaches and other suostantlals
and several empty beer bottles. "My God
Almy has been here" she whispered fear
fully, and fastened away. The news wa,
only told 10 a favored few, and YESTERDAY
morning f. w. Davidson and H. A. Eros
searched further and found more bottle!
and newly whitfield bludgeon. The trai
was getting hot. Canned goods had beer
stolen from several cellars In the village a.
ICCcn6lg do auSuSl ~. AlllY QdQ De6Q IL
town. He had even been on the premises
Where was he nows
FoRAGING FOR APPLES
Last night Prof. Whitcher and Sheriff
Brown hid among the standing corn an,
watched the barn. 1t was a magnificen
midsummer night, the full harvest mooI
hanging like a great round lantern abov
the sleeping town.
Along toward midnight stealthy figur
crept out of the barn and stole over to som
apple trees not dozen feet from where tn
watchers lay. They trembled nightly an
scarcely dared 10 breathe, for the man wa
Almy, and in the ghostly moonlight hi
haggard, famine pinched face was awe
inspiring and terrible. He had no eye 70
them, however, but was bent on plumber
He was barefoot aud his clothing wa
badly torn. He was pale and thin. H
seized the apples with greedy hand an