St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-09-26
WOMAN IN Black
For Twenty Years Has Mrs.
Lindholm. of Vasa, Been
Prosecuted.
Jesse Hogan the Prosecutor,
the "Woman in Black"
His Tool.
Details Of the Case Told by
Red Wings Chief Of
Police.
"Coffee john in Trouble
Again With a PATRON
Sunday News.

The mystery of the woman in black''
has taken to itself a different coloring.
and new lights have been added to an
already interesting story. Facts were
made known concerning the mysterious
woman and her mysterious errand to
the table of a card writer on Nicollet
venue which give the whole affair a
ulster of romance, and e%Xemplify the
adage that truth is stranger than fiction.
1t will be remembered that Friday
afternoon a woman dressed all in black
presented herself at the table of B. F.
Mcpherson, a card writer. and re-
q~uested-nay, begged-to have a letter
written to a Mrs. Anna Lindholm, of
Vasa. The letter was written by
Mrs. Mcpherson in the absence of
her husband. 1t contained a plea for
forgiveness and an acknowledgment of
some ''grievouS sin" and "transgres-
sions," also that the sender of the letter
was about to ''go away for ever" The
woman also had a number of mourning
cards written, bearing the nam of j.
the word ~'farewell." The name signed
to the letter was j. Hogan, and when
the lady at the table asked if she should
not affiX the title MRS" or "Miss.'r' the
mysterious woman replied that 1t was
not necessary, for Mrs. Lindholm would
know who the letter was from. The
woman then disappeared. and in spite
of the endeavors of the police to unravel
the mystery-it was feared the woman
contemplated suicide-no trace of her
could be discovered.
Yesterday the chief of police of Red
Wing, a Mr.. Lundquist, was i'll the city,
and his mission was to find. if possible,
the woman in black" She was not a
myth, as some people supposed, and the
j. Hogan did not live only in the imagi-
nation OF certain reporters, as jealous
and ''scooped contemporaries" claimed.
The woman in black" is a reality. and
}. Hogan lives in the flesh and is evil
IDENTIFY in the city at the present time.
Chief Lundquist was anxious to lay his
hands on Hogan. and his reasons for
desiring to do SO unfold a delightfully."-
sensational story. 1t has its beginning
twenty years ago, when the lady who is
now Mrs. Lindholm was a young girl
and lived in Red Wing. One night
she attended a ball given by the
society people of Red Wing. During
the evening she met a young man who
was introduced to her as Jesse Hogan.
He was a handsome fellow and attractive
III other ways, but Mrs. Lindholm was
then engaged to her future husband
and saw nothing in Hogan to attract
her attention. Hogan, however, fell in
love with her at first sight and, it is said,
proposed to her Oh the very night he
first met her. He acted strangely, and
declared he loved her fOndIy and would
not II could not live without her.
When the dance was over
Hogan Disappeared
and no one knew whittier. But he soon
began TO prosecute the young girl, who
was shortly afterwards married to Prof.
LindhOlm. by sending her letters declar-
ing his passion and his inability to exist
without her. The letters were sent from
all parts of the country and arrived at
intervals of a week. For twenty years
this letter writing has kept up and more
than once the writer has signified his
intention Of committing suicide. Some
times the letters would bear a Mime
apoIIs postmark, and the next letter
was just as apt to bear the
postmark of some Eastern or
Southern city. Hogan never appeared
to remain very long in n place, but
shifted around from pillar to post. Mrs.
Lindholm grew weary of receiving these
letters. and finally became terrified, for
In several of them there We're vague
hints at revenge. She bore five children
during her married life, and the only
blot upon an otherwise happy existence
was the terror caused by Hogan. Wher-
ever she went he appeared to be, and
when he did not appear he sent her
letters telling her that he had watched
| over her, although he was not present
in the flesh.
Prof. Lindholm was finally given the
chair i'll the Swedish college at Lynch
burg, Kan. and removed thither with
his family. 1t was hoped the letters
would cease, but they did not. Mrs.
Lindholm was one day walking in the
| garden of her home when she was as
| saulted by a man attired in the costume
of a cowboy. He sprang upon her and
stabbed her several times with a bowie
knife. Fortunately the wounds were
not serious, though the desperate
thought he had killed her. He lay her
form down on the grass. and In doing
SO the rim of his broad slouch hat
turned up and Mrs. Lindholm, half I'M
conscious as she was, recognized the
villain. 1t was Hogan.
When Prof. Lindholm died his widow
| decided to return to the North. and &C
cordingly wen back to Vasa, where she
| purchased a home and lived there with
her children. The letters from that
terrible Hogan still arrived at the house
with dreadful persistency, and Mrs.
Lindholm's life was made the sadder
for il. She saw she could not escape
The Awful Missives
so she received them with resignation.
1 M0ct nf fhnn Mnrn ntanad in tho hnpdc
of friends, among them Chief of Police
Lundquist, of Red Wing. On the even
ing of the II OF last March Mrs. Lind
holm was seated in her parlor arranging
some business details with a man
who had secured the contract
to paint the house. Suddenly
she gave a start, and, pointing toward
the window. informed the startled
painter that she had seen the face of a
mali she had learned to dread peering
in at the window. A search was made
of the premises. but II O t~raceiof a strange
person could be found. and Mrs. Lind
holm concluded she had merely i'm
agined it.
The painter remained at the house
over night, and. in order to accommo-
date him with a bed, Mrs. Llndholm
gave Up her room to hand slept in the
one Occupied by her mother. The
painter fell asleep. but was awakened
about midnight by a scratching noise at
the window. He raised himself IN the
bed, and looked toward the window.
He Saw on the outside the face and form
OF a man, who raised a revolver, when
he saw the occupant of the bed
in a sitting posture, and fired
two shots. The bullets whiZZed
past the painters head. They imbedded
themselves in the headboard of the bed,
not over an inch above the pillow where
a moment ago the devoted head of the
painter had reposed. The shots alarmed
the house, and when daylight came it
was e that a team of horses and car
riage had been driven up to within a