The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-01-17
A MURDER MYSTERY.
Missing Negro Girl Believed to
Have Been Killed.
HER JEALOUS LOVER SUSPECTED.
Chloe jackson Strangely Disappears
With Him After Quarrel at the
Dove Dance House.

who came here last fall from New Orleans,
and who has not been seen since Saturday
at midnight. Suspicion rests on her lover,
Joe Davenport, burly young negro sport,
who was seen with the missing girl Satur-
day night. and now cannot be found
From those with whom the girl was in
innate it is learned that her parents live
near New Orleans, and her father is pastor
of colored Baptist church. She is the
fourth child in family of seven. Her
father could not support his large family,
and when Chloe was 16 years old she left
home to make her own living in New Or
leans as domestic. At IL years she had
a nice figure and even features, and being
very vivacious had numerous colored
beaux. She became acquainted with
Hastily dressed white man, with whom
she became infatuated, and he accom-
plished her ruin. Her clandestine meet
1ngs with her white paramour became
known 10 the family who employed her,
and she was cast into the street,
without friend in the world.
She went from bad to worse, ana finally
came West, arriving in Seattle last Sep
tember. She Immediately took up her
abode in Whitechapel. 1t is said that she
Is we'll acquainted with Eugene Lane, the
>colored porter who is now in jail charged
with stealing a lot of wines from L. Jaffe
q Co., at 1I9 South Third street. Lane
and the girl lived near each other in
Louisiana during their childhood.
few weeks ago a young colored sport
OF fine form, named Joe Davenport, ar
rived IN the city. and the first thing he did
was to make the acquaintance of the
women of his own color who lived in
Whitechapel. A mutual liking sprang up
between the young fellow and Chloe jack
son. Davenport's funds soon ran out, and
the girl had the option of losing her
lover" or supporting him, and, as the
story goes, she concluded to keep him
with her by paying his expenses. They
seemed to get along well enough until
Saturday night, when he went to the girls
apartments and found her gone He i'm
mediately went into rage and began
making inquiries as to her whereabouts
"She's down at the Dave dance" an
swered a woman to whom he addressed
the question.
The Dove saloon is on King street, near
South Seventh, and is owned by French
man, who runs dance house in connec-
ton with his saloon. The place is some
DEVILS hole" To enter the dancing room
one must enter through side door to the
main saloon and go down crooked hall
way formed by low partitions. After run
ming about thirty feet the hallway breaks
off abruptly and leads about ten feet IN an
other direction. and here again it ends
abruptly. 1t is dark, but the master of
ceremonies knows the place and opens to
ha left w Il
into the dance hall, room about twenty
five by forty feet. From the low ceiling
hangs dirty coal oil lamp, and line of
benches runs along the four walls. In the
further corner are the musicians-a pale
faced man, with sickly mustache, who
pounds on time-worn piano, and a mid
dle-aged man, with a sad, far-away ex-
preston in his eyes, who saws the music
for the dance out of a fiddle which he
absent-mindedly holds to his shoulder. 1t
was TO this place that Joe Davenport went
10 find his truant mistress.
When he arrived there the musicians
were tearing out the music in chunks and
on the floor, dancing a quadrlle, were
four couples-two colored men, an Irish.
man and a young white man with a soft
felt hat drawn down over his eyes, his
''ladies" were all colored and Chloe Jack
son was the tough young mans partner.
Swing your partners" sang out the fig
ure caller just as Davenport made his ap-
pearance. The tough young man swung
his partner almost off her feet In his en-
ergy, and Chloe Jackson did not let go of
him as soon as she might. Davenport.
who was watching her every movement
yrft inol iii
situation. and he created a small sensation
by stepping out from the crowd of specta-
tors and, pointing bis outstretched finger
at her, bawled out:
''See here, you Chloe, you behave YOUR
self or I'll kick lung out of your'
The girl was frightened at first and then
angry. She ceased dancing and Daven-
port demanded that she leave the place
with him, but she refused to do so. Just
then another colored girl, who had all
this time been amusing a crowd of men in
the saloon proper, came i'll and passing
Chloe, said:
Il heard you got letter from Charley
today ?'
who's Charley?" asked Davenport
jealousy alarmed.
Hes a Teller I like good deal more
than Won" replied the girl.
Davenport said no more, but waited IN
til T. O'Clock, when the dance closed. and
the girl started home Several of her
female friends followed behind. and ali
had forgotten the unpleasant incident I'M
til Davenport suddenly intercepted them
and said:
"Chloe, / want to see you"
The girl hesitated minute. and then
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rest. AS they talked. Davenport slammed
the girl in the face, and the other girls
rushed to her assistance. Davenport was
very angry and he followed the women
who led the girl down the narrow-gauge
trestle, south of King street, leading to-
wards their quarter in another part of
Whitechapel. When they reached South
Fourth street, Davenport renewed the
conversation and. when they were ahont
10 turn into Jackson alley, he prevailed
upon the girl he had assaulted to stop and
talk with him. The other girls waited
but they saw Chloe Jackson led off down
the track toward the Oregon Improve
ment Company's bunkers, and they con-
Guided not 10 wait.
Hes going 10 make up with her." said
one Of the girls and all started to their
several lodging places, which are in the
immediate vicinity.
Since that time Joe Davenport and
Chloe Jackson have not been seen. The
colored women who were with the gent
Saturday night are confident now that.
when the couple reached the coal bunkers,
Davenport, in rage Of jealousy, murdered
his mistress and threw her body into the
BAY.
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