The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1892-04-02

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FACSIMILE OF THE LETTER
THE letters from which these slips
were torn were found in your safe. DO
you want more proof? Well then, you
fastened to Sixteenth street. knowing
that you had killed one person needless
ly and yet must have the documents.
There you found the mother alone. and
there you demanded the documents and
were refused. You were desperate and
reckless now. The struggle this time
did not precede the murder. Your hand
was in. and, quickly dispatching her.
you ravished her bosom of the docu-
ments you had waded through blood to
secure. With them in your hands,
dropping your lancet as you went. you
hurried away, notwithstanding a mo-
ment Cathcart added-''and with them
in your pocket you fastened to the hos
pital. where you were already overdue,
and with calm hand set a mans broken
leg.
Here are the documents" continued
the old detective. tapping the package he
held in his hand, forged notes and
checks by Harold Parish. and other
proofs of his crimes, the marriage GER
tificates of Reuben Dorison and Emma
Parish and some other matters"
The poor wretch, completely over
whelmed by the overpowering circum-
stantiality of the proof piled up against
him rnve nm resisfaDco
He laughed, bitter, reckless, despair
ing laugh.
EYES," he said. "you know all. The
devil himself must have been your in
formant. for you could not have guessed
so correctly. You have other proof be-
hind 1t is not likely you have exhaust
ed everything yet. confess 1t. 1t is
fate. Fate has conquered me. have
tried to live down the first error. but it
has followed me to the end and run me
down. Lift me into a chair. have
nothing now to conceal"
The officer and Cathcart lifted the
man from the floor and placed him in O
chair.
Dorison, wrought mp to the highest
pitch, found himself full of pity for the
despairing wretch. who had given up all
hope and ceased to struggle against his
fate.
ii might have lived better life, said
the doctor after he was seated. IL had
the ability and have already achieved
eminence in my profession. But began
wrong. There is faint in my blood
The wrong was begun before was born
The truth is, come from a long line Of
criminals. Some men are born to a ten
dency to this. that and the other was
to crime Heredityl You know so much.
know all
when ! was boy. at n time my
parents were cast into prison. was
taken from my fa,nily. as bad a one as
Indiana ever saw, by charitable man
OF Chicago, who, perceiving mental
qualities in ne superior to the ordinary
rr.n Of boys, etlEcated me, | went to
college and then to a medical school
repaid his kindness by running his
daughter. That WAS the first beginning.
To ESCAPE the consequences of that err
ror | killed her. not purposely. but tho
result was the s;lnie. a fact discovered
by fellow medical student. Harry Far
ish. Then employed him to assist me
in covering my tracks He was already
bad, and shortly after. for some petty
otfense, had to run away. In Indian
apolis he was detected in another and
larger crime. and under the name Of
Fortesque was imprisoned. Released
five years ago. he went to Chicago. I'M
der the name of Harry Langdon, where
he associated himself with band OF
thieves. robbing bank with the con-
nivance OF a clerk. After this the gang
came to New York. Langdon hunted
Inc up and began his prosecutions of me.
] weakly submitted to the first threat.
and they made me one of the gang in
spite Of myself-compelling me to use
my knowledge of the interior of the
houses visited as a physician. SO that
they could rob them
''Ah. the mysterious robberies!' said
Cathcart.
Growing "a was into fame, reach
ing the highest places in my profession.
became wild. frantic. over this slavery.
and made this desperate effor. to free
myself" 49,
There was rap at the door.
From the force Of habit the doctor
cried out:
Well
The voice Of the attendant was heard
in reply
doctor, Mr.. Langdon says he must
see you on il matter that cannot be de-
layed a moment"
CHAPTER XXI.
SIGN IT Is OF EVIL. LIFE