Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-03
FACSIMILE OF THE LETTER.

J were torn were lOunu III you' S"iN'
YOU want moro proof? Well then, you
fastened to Sixteenth street, knowing
! that Won had killed one person needlesf-
Iv and vet must have the documents.
There YOU found the mother alone, ana
there Won demanded the documents ana
were refused. You were desperate ana
reckless now. The struggle this time
did not precede the murder. Your mana
was in, and, quickly dispatching her'
Won 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, and"-hesitating mo-
ment. Cathcart added-"and with them
in your pocket you fastened to the nos
pitaI. where you were already overdue,
and with calm hand set a mans broken
leg.
"Here are the documents, P" continued
the old detective, tapping the package
he held in his hand, "iorged notes and
checks by Harold Parish, and other
proofs of his crimes, the marriage GER
tiicates Of Reuben Dorison and Emma
Parish and some other matters"
The poor wretch, completely over
whelmed by the overpowering eircum-
stantiaiity Of the proof piled up against
him, gave up resistance.
He laughed, bitter, reckless, de
spairing laugh.
"Yes," he said, ''you know all. The
devil himself must have been your In
formant, for you could not have guessed
so correctly. Yon have other proof be-
hind. /. is not likely you have exhaust
ed everything yet. | confess 1t. III Is
fate. Fate has conquered me. have
tried TO live down the first error, but IL
has followed me to the end and run me
down. Lift me into chair. i have
nothing now TO conceal.
The officer and Cathcart lifted the
man from the floor and placed him In
chair.
Dorison, wrought up 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 a better life,"
said tho doctor after he was seated. 81
had the ability and l have already
achieved emiGence In my profession.
But began wrong. There Is a faint Ia
nv blood. The wrong was begun before
| was born. The truth Is, come from
a long line OF criminals. Some men are
born to tendency 20 this, that and the
other. I was to crime. Heredity! You
know so much, know all.
when I YVES boy, at time my
parents were cast into prison. i was
taken from nv family, a. bad a one as
Indiana ever saw, by n charitable man
OF Chicago, who, perceiying mental
! qualities In me superior 20 the ordinary
! run OF boys. educated me. / went to
college and then 10 medical school. /
repaid his kindness by running his
daughter. That was the first beginning.
To escape the consequence OF that err
ror killed her. not purposely, but the
result was the same, fact discovered
by a 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
! offense, had to run away. In Indian
| apo!s he was detected in another and
| larger crime. and under the name Of
! FortesQue was imprisoned. Released
/ five wears ago, he went to Chicago, I'M
der the name af Harry Langdon, where
| he associated himself with a band Of
thieves, robblng bank with the con-
nivance of clerk. After this the gang
came to New York. Langdon hunted
me 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 l visited as physician. so that
they could rob them
"Ah, the mysterious robberies!" said
| Cathcart.
"Growing as / was into fame, reach
ing the highest places in my profession.
1 became wild, frantic, over this slavery.
and made this desperate effort TO free
myself
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 q matter that cannot be de-
layed moment"