The morning call., 1891-11-05

retired for the night herself. GoSch sat
brOoding in a corner Of the sltting-rHom
How long his gloomy reverie lasted may
only be imagined. When he aroused HIM
self he sharpened a razor and laid 1t upon a
center table. He had made up his mind to
kill those depending upon him. but how was
the question that probably took his diseased
mind hours to settle.
In the meantime wife and babes slept,
totally unconscious of the terrible fate
the front of the cottage. The bed stood
against one widow. and at the foot was the
home made wooden cradle in which Willie
had slept from infancy. He was pretty
little fellow with golden hair and blue eyes
No one but a maniac could have killed him
as he peacefully slumbered there, picture
of childish innocence. To the right OF the
bed and near the loving mothers pillow
slept BABY Robert.
Gosch probably waited until he was
certain that all the members of his wife's
family, who were only ten feet away In the
adjoining house, were sound asleep before
he began to execute his plans of murder
and suicide. First he mixed something in
cup which he imagined was poison, but
which afterward proved to be soap and
water. Then he set the cup upon the table
beside the razor Another plan evidently
entered his disorderej head.
He would kill the sleeping wife and babes
with n sharp hatehet lie had used for years
in chopping wood. Procuring this instru-
ment and graspng it firmly by the short
handle, he entered the room where they
slept. The first blow aweke Mrs. Gosch
and, with blood streaming from deep
wound in her chin, she sprang out OF bed
Her maternal instinct prompted her to
think only Of the preservation of her OIL
spring. Robert was nearest, and she threw
herself over the cradle OF the babe. Taking
the little one in her arms she pressed him
tightly to her breast
Twice more the Ratchet descended upon
her, the first stroke cutting cash in her
face and the second crushing in the back of
her skull. In his frenzy the murderer over
looked the ter-weeks-old infant in the arms
of the dead mother. and turned his atten-
ton to Willie, who still slept soundly In his
cradle. One hand lay outside the covering
and the thumb OF the other was III ms
mouth Again the Ratchet, already GRIM
soned with the blood of the mother, de-
scended, and little Wilie's life went out at
one fell stroke.
His skull had been split in twain by the
fierce blow. Then the fieDdish murderer
planted the weapon in the dead boys face
and left it there. He no doubt thought that
little Robert was also dead. as he was COW
cred by his mothers blood. Tno murder0uS
work of the madmRn was not yet complete.
One thing Observation-Disclosures How
would he end his own miserable liIep That
is what evidently puzzled him for a time.
for the razor and took another sip of the
decocton from the cup. Then he pro-
cured q sharp kitchen-knife, went out into
the back yard and cut down the clothes line.
Returning to the house he doubled the rope,
made loop at one end and placed 1t over
his head. All was now ready. he would
| hang himself. He extnguiShed the lamp,
walked into the yard, dragging the line be-
hind him. and selected the largest tree for a
gailows.
He climbed up to the first limb, about ten
ten feet above the ground, fastened the other
ends of the doubled clothes line and jumped
off. His neck was not broken by the jerk,
and he strangled to death. His body swayed
to and fro In the morning breeze until the
attaches from the Morgue arrived and cut
it down. 1t was placed in one receiver
with the moose still cinging about the neck.
In another receiver" was placed the re-
mains of Mrs. Gosch.
Her slain baby was also placed in the
| same receptacle, and big tear ran over the
| face of the Coroner's messenger as he folded
the lifeless arms of the mother around the
little body Of the child. Murdered mother