The Portland daily press., 1893-05-16
farm of Andrew Warden, of Hanover, n.
H., calling himself Frank G. Almy.
Here He Met Christie Warden.

farm of Andrew Warden, of Hanover, N.
H., calling himself Frank G. Almy.
Here He Met Christie Warden.
The story of his unsuccessful attempt to
win her regard, and her firm, yet kind,
declination to accept a man who could
tell nothing of his antecedents, is a
familiar one. On the first of April, 1891,
Almys time expired, and he was not re-
engaged. The family, who had become
alarmed at his violent temper, were
glad to have him go. but tried to send
him away in good humor. He soon re-
turned and remained in hiding i'll the
vicinity. At all the places where he had
stopped while away he had showed
pictures Of Christie and Fanny Warden,
and displayed the necktie case given him
at Christmas by "my Christie" There
| is no doubt of his infatuation for
| Christie.
On the evening of July II, as Mrs.
Warden, Miss Louisa F. Goodell, Miss
Christie Warden and her younger sister
Fanny, were returning home over a
lonely piece of road, near the Warden
place, like an apparition gliding out of
the shadow, appeared the figure of a
man. and as he stood in the roadway and
faced them, a chill of serror stole over
their hearts. He said: Mrs. Warden,
| you and Fannie may move on with safe
| ty. | shall not harm you unless you in
| terfere with me, and if you do I will
shoot you like dogs
Then turning to the sisters behind, the
younger OF whom he apparently did not
recognize, he exclaimed: ''Christie, I
| have come thousand miles to meet you,
iii M ic art0
| the speaker drew from his breast a re-
| volver, which he cooked. AS the weap-
on clicked. the frightened women saw
the barrel shining in the moonlight. 1t
was moment of horrible suspense. The
four women stood petrified, and the
stiffness was only broken by the strang-
er, saying in harsh, cold voice: MRS.
Warden, you know me, I believe. / am
Frank Almy. and you have never known
me to break my word Move on, or
will shoot. Move on, say''
The man then raised his left arm and
covered the aged woman with the army
revolver that he carried, again threaten
ing in low, sharp voice the penalty of
delay. Not a muscle moved. The
mothers love was too strong to be cowed
her, however, ran up the road as fast as
she could go for 200 yards, and there
waited. This made the mother falter,
| andlwhen she saw Almy walk up to
Christie and seize her by the arm, she
felt an instinct to hasten for
aid, realizing her inability to protect her
children from the fiend before them.
Christie, up to this time, had been so
overpowered by fear that she was scarce
ly able to move. She clung to her sister,
bright young girl II years old, who
locked her in an embrance that was the
deperate effort of loved ones not to be
parted.
Almy, however, lost no time in carry
ing out his design. He seized Christie
by the left shoulder, and locking his left
arm around her neck, he placed the cold
muzzle OF his weapon against the breast
of his victims young defender, and hiss
ed between his teeth; 81 have hated
you, Fan, and unless you let go of Chris
tie
I VIII Blow You Into Eternity
The young girl knew he meant all he
said, but, thinking only of her sister, she
answered, "Shoot, then; will not let
her CO."
What inspired the murderer not to fire
his revolver into the body of his Young
fact that her feet struck uneven ground
at this moment, and she fell, nearly car
rying her sister with her. This was AL
my's opportunity; and grasping Christie
around the waist he pulled her from the
road. AT this point the ground was
cleared and, save occasional large rocks
was smooth. When 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
small brock that was situated about 200
yards from the highway.
AS he advanced with his burden, he
kept exclaiming, ''Stand back or I will
shoot" This threat overawed the moth
er and friend, but did not frighten Fan
ME. Telling her mother to hurry on to
Emmett Marshall's S farm, about quarter
of mile away, and summon help, the
young heroine climbed the fence and
dashed on towards her sister, who now
shouted with desperation and despair,
''Oh, Fannie, help or he will kill me-"
Not word now escaped Almy He
continued to drag his burden towards the
underbush, which he presently gained,
after Christie's outer clothing had been
literally torn from her body Holding
her there in his embrace, with a back
ground of darkness to shield him, he
turned and saw the oncoming sister, who
was now but a few rods away.
Taking deliberate aim he fired, but the
grl faltered not. She heard the report
ring out, heard her sisters enfeebled
moan and her mothers pitiful cry, "Oh,
God, have mercyw But, facing death.
she strobe on. Again the revolver spoke
and she felt strange whizzing noise at
her shoulder. She knew the ball had
almost singed her dressed, but still she
was unterrified. The brave girl remained
in the vicinity minute or two longer
not knowing what to do when she heard
man coming to her aid and ran to
| meet him followed by two more shots
from Almy's revolver. This man was
Emet Marshall; but in leaving home he
brought no weapons, and, on learning the
recklessness with which Almy used his,
he displayed great deal less en-
thusiasm about advancing in attack than
had the young girl at his side. AS they
stole on the place where Almy was
located, two shots resounded in quick
succession, and a death cry followed.