Morning journal and courier., 1891-08-10
IN THE OLD GRANITE STATE. Dartmouth College-Scenes and Inci-
 dents of the Almy Murder.

HANOVER, N. H., Aug. 4, 1S91.-This is
 sleepy, old-fashioned town, noted princi-
 pally for being the seat of Dartmouth col
 lege and more recently for one of the most
 cold -blooded murders of modern times. It is half 8 mile uphill from Norwich
 station. I attempted to walk, but was
 stopped by the driver of the free carriage. ''Don't ye want to ride? 'Twon't cost ye
 nothin'." So rode.
 The Common" is ''green" (as we say in Connecticut) of about six acres, inclosed by fence of stone posts with an unpaint- ed plank bo1ted on. There are no walks, but drives and sundry footpaths.
 The college campus is opposite the east side of the Common" It has frontage
 of about 600 feet The old College Row" consists of three buildings, the central one
 of wood, the tive others of brick. The
 central building has a bell tower and clock. At the north end of the campus is an elegant stone chapel of modern archi- lecture, and at the south end plain brick building, not in the ''Row." Some five or six other recent buildings, the library, gymnasium, etc., are off the campus. The college is not in session, but I was l able to consult the library from g to 10 @. m.
 From the library went to visit the WuIO0T-SpOG, dS lb lS Cdllou. 1Ou SO out to the Estate Farm" (a short distance from the college), then to the left, and when you come to small culvert you pass | pair of bars on the left. Entering the
 lot at the bars you follow footpath, when you come to 8 clump of willows. 3 Looking in you see sharpssed board Gthone eAeld
 driven into the gr6slyaa !. This aftdthe spot
 Sd..S where poor Christie ;'aasa was asr<sot to Returning to the road I asked milk man who was passing, where the poor girl lived. "Just about here, he replied, ''I'm | her father. And then, in plain, simple
 language, he told me all about it.
 | On Friday evening, July F, Mrs. Ward en, her two daughters, Christie and Fan
 ny, and Miss Gould were returning home from grange meeting. AS they passed a | tree, (pointing it out to me near the bars),
 man stepped out from behind it, saying: 1 "You know me; I'm Frank Amy. I've | come more than thousand miles to see l Christie. And must see her alone" She l declined to go with him, upon which he
 the open bars, along the footpath. She
 screamed for help, and Fanny followed up
 the ruftian and attempted to rescue her l sister. Upon this Amy threatened to
 shoot her if she interfered further, to
 which the brave girl replied: t'Shoot
 awayl" Not long after the mis-
 ereant fired, and Fanny felt the wind of the ball upon her face. Reach ing the clump of willows, Amy dragged
 his now senseless victim (to still her cries
 for help he had struck her upon the face
 with the butt of his revolver, breaking her
 nose), little off the path among the will lows, where. he shot her in the back,
 through the body, and in the head Each wound was fatal one. He then ran up the hill in the direction of the town, where
 he was seen in the lot by farm hand, 1 whom he threatened, ''Stand back, or Hi | shoot!' Thus far this is the last of him. MT. Warden also informed me that he | had this morning received letter from
 detective, asking if his daughter wore mitts that morning. GA suspicious char l acter has been arrested, with pair of | mitts in his pocket). None of the family ! can remember whether or not Christie wore mitts on the evening of the murder The selectmen of Hanover have offered
 g reward of $500 for Amy. The general opinion seems to be that he is in hiding ! not far away.
 Miss Warden was an estimable and well educated young lady of twenty eight. She had from the first repelled Almy's atten- tions, and always told him she could not and would not marry him.