The Newtown bee., 1892-02-26

uOSs. Ana It was dOSS CnaC got nef lnIO trouble with Barton, the English burg lar. It costs $l l5 to license male dog in Connecticut and $6 15 for female. Last year, Miss Murray paid for the li- censes of 12 males and two females. Bar ton was there when she had this kennel and could testify to the biting propensi- ties of some of them. She has a lot of dogs yet and complement of cats. All these stay in the house with her, the pro- lection she thinks she needs from tramps.
 Barton learned of Miss Murray's rela- tion to Mir Bronson and probably heard enticing stories of plate and family jew els stored in the Bronson mansion and hidden in queer recesses in the Murray home. He came to marry rich wife, but his funds were getting low and peo- pie were getting suspicious as to his oft delayed remittances. If he could only make good haul of gold and silver plate! The prospects were glittering. Miss Murray needed an overseer and gen. eral utility man and Barton had all the necessary recommendations. There were always on the place three or four men and two or three women. At one time Miss Murray had Chinaman in her en- plOy, but he left on account of the dogs. So far as known, Miss Murray had no race prejudices and, when Barton applied for place and represented himself as a member of the English nobility, she ac- cepted him. That was in October, 1890, and he remained with her for two months.
 In January, last year, after he had left, or rather was forced to leave, he began suit against her for damages. He went to the house one day, ostensibly to col lect some alleged back pay, and the dogs had fun with him. Miss Murray's dogs, big and little, went for him as they would a rabbit. Barton sued his ex-mistress, but the case was never tried. He said she set the dogs on him and she says they attacked him of their own vOlition and she called them of.
 In the village of Southport, about three miles from Miss Murray's, Barton used to say that he was her private secretary. When he was discharged, he told some awful tales about her. That is why Miss Murray is glad the rogue is in prison and she hopes he will stay there. A man who looked like a relic of a railroad wreck was driving some of Miss Murray's cows into the barn when the reporter jumped out of q buggy to enter the house.
 What queer looking place it is The front gallery is only three inches from the snow sodden earth and, in places, it sways to the ground under the weight of junk it has to carry. From one end of the porch to the other, it is filtered with junk. Old stoves, kettles, pans, ralleS, harrOws, lounges that Revolutionary be- rOes were wont to rest on, spinning wheels used in the days before Independ- ence and a musket or two that Benedict Arnold's men might have used. The rem nants of a big wooden clock, made prob ably before Thomas was an apprentice, leans against the dingy framework of the front of the house. Only small space in front of the door is left free of this debris of ante-Revolutionary days. A rusty iron knocker on the door, pounded three or four times, brought an elderly woman to the door. She said that Miss Murray was sick, but that she was her friend, Mrs pr Baldwin. She was told about Barton's arrest and conviction in England and went in and told Miss Mur- ray. Then she came back and said:
 "This man Barton represented himself as lieutenant in Her Majesty's Royal Engineers. He said he was Lieut. Fred Barton, and gave among his references Rev Dr Rainsford of St. Georges church in New York. Miss Murray did not in- vestigate his recommendations until after he had gone. Then Dr Rainsford said he wished she had come sooner, because a great many persons had asked him about this man, ,whom he did not know She also saw the British consul, who said that while there was a Fred Barton in Her Majesty's engineers, this could not be the man.
 Was he Miss Murray's private secre- tary?"
 'No, indeed. He was engaged to do farm work, but he didn't know anything about farming. He was a scoundrel all through"
 Barton's episode with Miss Murray recalls the story as to how the latter ab- ducted her aged blind brother, the late John Boyle Murray. Twenty-Five years ago,he was Wall street banker. In 1880 he retired very wealthy and, for years thereafter, led a lonely existence on the top floor of one of his houses at No. 13 Washington place. In 1886, the lower floors of the dwelling were leased to Prof Frederick Leiss,a German inventor.
 Murray, who was about 70, fell in love with Felicia, the pretty lS-years-old daughter of the professor. Two months after the meeting, the millionaire mar ried her.
 Sister Agnes, who then resided at Greenfield Hill, claimed that it was an outrage for man of her brothers age to wed a girl in her teens and set about the task of separating them. At this time, Murray was partially paralyzed and had lost his sight. Agnes complain ed that he was not receiving proper treatment and insisted that he be sent to a hospital. Miss Murray opposed the proposition. In April, 1888, however, Agnes, accompanied by woman named Alice Stephenson and an officer from the Mercer street police station, entered Mur- rays room, hauled him out in, his night shirt and trousers and tried to put him