The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-17
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thousand miles to meet you, and now our
I time is short
Thereupon the speaker drew from his
| breast revolver, which he cooked. He
! then raised his left arm and covered he
| aged woman with the weapon. again
| threatening in a low, sharp voice the PEN
| atty of delay. Not a muscle moved; the
mothers love was too strong to be cowed
down by such danger. The lady with her,
Miss Louise Goodell, however. ran up the
| road as fast as she could 90 for two hun
dred yards and there waited. This made
the mother follow, and when she saw
Almy walk up to Christie and seize her by
the arm, she fastened on, realizing her in
ability to protect her child from the fiend.
Christie by this time had become over
powered by fear. She clung to her sister.
a bright yoang girl II years old. who
locked her in an embrace that was the
desperate effort of loved ones not to be
parted Almy placed the muzzle of his
weapon against the breast of his victims
young defender and Missed between his
teeth:
81 have hated you. Fan, and unless you
let 90 of Christie | will blow you into
eternity
The young girl knew that he meant all
he said, but, thinking only Of her Sister,
she answered:
Shoot. then; l will not let her go.
At this moment Fannie stumbled on the
uneven ground and fell. This was Almy's
opportunity, and, grasping Christie around
the waist, he dragged her TO the bars,
which he lowered, and pulled her over
into the woodland beyond At this point
the ground was cleared, save occasional
large trees, and was smooth. Once inside,
he threw his victim to the ground. and
then. grasping her firmly by the feet and
skirts, he began dragging her inland
towards a brook that Was situated about
200 yards from the highway. AS he ad-
vauced with his burden, he kept exclaim-
ing, Stand back, or will shoot" This
overawed the mother and friend, but did
not frighten Fannie. Telling her
mother TO hurry On to Emmett Marshali's
farm, about "a quarter of a mile away,
the young heroine climbed the fence and
dashed OF towards her sister. who now
shouted with desperation and despair,
oh, Fannie help me or he will kill me!'
Not word escaped Almy. He continued
to drag his burden towards the under
brush, which he presently gained, after
Chrlstle's outer clothing had been liter
ally torn from her body. Holding her in
his embrace, with a background of dark
ness to shadow him, he turned and fired.
But Fannie faltered not She heard the
report ring out, heard her sisters feeble
moan and her mothers pitiful cry "Oh,
strode ou Again the revolver spoke, but |
still she was unterrified. Suddenly a |
thought struck her. Perhaps if she would |
remain quiet for a little Amy would act |
on the defense and spare her sister until |
help came TO her aid. SO, conceallng her
self nearby, she paused. Perhaps hve |
minutes passed and then, far up the side |
OF the distant hill, was heard footsteps. a
man was hurrying dowr, evidently i'll re-
he or
thought only of going to the place where
her sister lay, PROSTATE now Oh the earth
from wounds from her aSsailant. Gather
ing her skirts tight around her, the young
girl rushed up gradual incline towards
the road, again coming IN range OF Almys
revolver, which he fired twice after her,
not frightened when she ran down the
bill to the brook where the water came up
10 her knees and breathlessly, interrupted
the new recruit. The man was Emmett
Marshall: but on leaving home be brought
40 weapons, and, on learning the reckless
ness with which Almy used his, he dis
played great deal less enthusiasm about
advancing to the attack than had the
young girl at his side.
As they stole on to the place where
lmy was located, which was now situ-
,ted at point about 200 yards farther up
he brook 10 the left two shots resounded
ii quick succession, and d death cry fol-
owed The final event in the tragedy WAS
,ver and for an instant the two saw the
igure of young man rushing up the hill
ar back In the enclosure, evidently max
ng in the direction of the town. Then all
Vas still, and they saw that all was over
y ith the victim. Christie lay on her left
,ide, her white skirts covered with blood |
rom IA wound in the back and another in !
,he head. As Fannie looked upon her dead
sister her highly strung system collapsed. !
md with a cry she sank on the ground by
he dead girls side
The murderer, with the smoking re-
oliver in his hand, returned to his hiding
,lace in the Wardens' barn, and was there
ooking out between the boards when the
ifeless body of his victim was being car
lee into the SOrrow-stricken home. There
e remained IN concealment for more than
month. lie was captured on August 10
fter "A siege of ten hours. He was ident
led as George H Abbott by his relatives.
" boyhood friends, by officers who had
rrested him previously, and by the
uthor:tles from the state prison from
Windsor, Et. He was tried and sentenced
o be hanged.
Amy in prison had been quiet. He
cad much. talked little, and gave his
yards no trouble. The desperation Of
he criminal, however, aroused the sus-
icion of his keepers, and resulted in the
doption of a course unparalleled in New
as the last ten days of his life
7ere passed beneath the surveillance of a
cath watch. Day and night he was so
uarded. His cell WAS changed, and he I
-as placed beyond the possibility of sui
ide, in ortler that Justice might have its |
wn end. Expiation today has been COM
iete.