The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-12-05

Charles Cappermole, fell down q
hatchway, breaking his back and re-
ceiving internal injuries, from which
the doctor said he was hound to die
within four or five hours. 1t was very
sad, Of course, but couldn't be helped,
and although anything Of the sort
puts gloom over the ship, I was too
much engrossed in my own trouble to
think much OF il. But just after one
bell $3.50 o'clock the Captain came
to me.
"Sparton," he said, "you were tell
ing me about the trouble that your
sisters fiance had got into. It's a
most extraordinary thing, but this
man, Cappermole, has been telling the
doctor q tale about his having shot his
fathers landlord in Yorkshire, aad
that he believes this accident is a
Judgment on him. have seen him,
and he says the name Of the man he
murdered was Rowling, which is the
name You mentioned, think, and il
you will come with me to the hospital,
where the poor wretch is lying, you
can hear his yarn for yourself"
! was thunder-struck. got the
third officer to take my place for q
short time, and hurried OF to the eide
of the injured man. -'
His statement was somewhat ram
bling, but with the help of a clergy
man. who was passenger, we reduced
it to writing in q tangible shape, and
it was about something like this:
81, Charles Cappermole, lately re-
siding at Martens Hole, near Don
caster, Yorkshire, but now q passen.
ger on board the steamship Monico
(Capt. Marner) in nid.Atlantic, having
met with an accident by falling down
a hatchway. and being. as 1 we'll
know. within a short time Of death, dc
make this solemn statement aud de-
clare the SAME to be true, so help me
God.
81 am farm laborer. and until re-
Gently was living with my father and
mother at Martens Hole, where my
father rented O small farm under Mr..
Jonathan Rowling. The same farm
had been in the possession of my faith
er all his life, and OF his father before
him, and il was our whole living.
"Mr. Jonathan Rowling had disa
greement with my father last year but
one, just before Michaelmas. abou,
some hedges which he insisted my
father should renew, but which had
always been replauted before that time
at the expense of the landlord. My
father refused to replant them at his
own expense, and .Mr; Rowland gave
him notice t2 quit, which sIpiyssA "a Q.
Michaelmas lest, Gpd ne subssS1 1sntly
! turned %y parents k6d myself out 8
the iafM in the middle OF winter.
"MY mother was in very feeble
and delicate state Of health, and the
eviction caused her death, and my
father, being broken.hearted and
ruined. was compelled to go into the
workhouse.
'T determined to emigrate to Amer.
lea. and, with the assistance OF 9
benevolent society, I obtained my
passage money and outfit and enough
cash in my pocket to prevent my be-
ing turned back as pauper on land
ing in the United States. ! booked
my passage on the steamship Monico,
but before starting on the voyage
saw my father in the workhouse. His
misfortunes had so shattered him that
he was dying, and exasperated and
filed with indignation, l determined
to be revenged on Mr.. Rowling, who
had been the cause of my mother
and my fathers deaths, and my ruiz
aud emigration.
al had bought a revolver to take
with me, and. tramping to Doncaster
1 laid in wait for Mr.. Rowling on the
evening of Thursday, the Gath of May
last. i knew that it was his habit tC
walk through the plantation, which
adjoins a lane called Danks's lane
every night between and o o'clock
his purpose being to see if any rabbit
snares had been laid by poachers-
and hid myself behind some bushes
in this plantation, close to the path
1 presently heard footsteps. and di
rectly afterwsrd I saw Mr.. Rowling
walk along close beside where wa,
hiding. As soon as he got past me
stood up. and, aiming the revolver al
him, shot him in the back. He lifted
up his arms, and, with O great cry,
fell. face forward, dead.
"It was nearly dark, and crept Out
of the plantation into the lane without
anyone seeing me. 1 walked tha'
night to Wakefield, along by-road
well known to me, aid from thence
on following days. to Huddersfeld
Ashton, Manchester, Newton and Liv
erpool, from which port was to tax,
passage to Now York.
"In Liverpool l heard the murder
spoken of for the first time. and, Il
my surprise, found that Mr.. Ruper
Rowling (Mr. Rowling's nephew) wal
charged with it. L never thought fol
moment that they could find hin
guilty of the murder he had not com
mitted, and I took no steps to let tn