The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-31
TWO YEARS OF HORROR.
FRIGHTFUL STORY OF SUFFERING
TOLD BY ROSIE PELLITIER.

TOLD BY ROSIE PELLITIER.
Stolen Bride of lambert Lake, Me-,
Found in Dense WiIderness-Ab-
ductOr Stricken Into GrOVeIinS
IdiOcy by His Enraged Victim.
Carried Away Into Washington
County Woods by Rejected Lover.
From the Chicago Chronicle.
Vanceboro, Me. Oct. H.-Jealous rage,
caused by rejected love, possession gain
ed unlawfuHy and violently, sufferlngs too
horrible for calm contemplation due to the
brutality of her fiendish abductor and
retribution more terrible than any ever
melted out by the savage Apaches to
captured enemy are the elements which
go to make up the pitiful story of Rosie
Pelletier, the abducted bride of Ellie Siros
of Lambert Lake. Two years of horror in
the wild wilderness of Washington county
woods passed before any trace of the
missing woman was found. Two years of
horror which would make insanity
merciful cloak. Then followed the swift
retribution and the succeeding months of
agony with the brute who caused all the
woe, the groveling idiot who believes him
self to be a hog. This is the story told by
Joe Lacoot, the famed Passamaquoddy
scout and trapper.
Romance is outdone in the relation of
the fearful trials the poor girl had to SUBJ
nit to. Words are inadequate to paint the
horror of her situation from the time she
was borne away an unwilling, struggling
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bear two years ago. Even the tenacious
memory of the old Indian is not sufficient
to tell all the story of wrongs, suffering
and rescue. Now the girl is safe in a
friendly camp forty miles away from home
waiting for the coming of the husband
she has not seen since the vows of mar
riage were pronounced by them.
Rosie Pelleter two years ago was joy
Gus bride. She loved and was beloved by
Ellie Siros. She was also beloved by Pc
ter Bubear, a French Canadian. Peter
pressed his suit with ardor, but in vain.
He swore to kill the girl and that none
other should ever possess her. He kept
his vow until a fate more horrible than
death ended his power over her and also
over himself The ceremony took place
in the morning. There was a dance in the
evening. When the wedding party
was at its hight Peter Bubear burst into
the astonished assembly, fired his shot
gun into the ceiling, shot the groom
through the arm and under cover of the
confusion and smoke carried away the
bride. Out into the dark night, into the
wild woods he ran, preventing his victim
from making any sound, although she
could hear the frantic calls of husband
and friends. From that moment to this
none of those friends have ever laid eyes
on a
husband sought her in the Wilderness, but
without avail. He had not given up hope
when the Indian scout reached here with
the story of the rescue and safety of the
bride and the weird story of suffering and
retribution. This is the story the Passa-
maquoddy tells of The life of the stolen
bride from the time she disappeared I'M
til he found her, weak, almost insane, and
but the shadow of herself, in the little
shack out in the woods.
Lacoot had been employed by some New
York men to locate a game preserve for
them. He started for the wilds of the
north and on the second week struck Lake
PSYCHOLOGISTS. He undertook to cut across
to Lake Soponica so he took to the woods.
AS he was pushing along about o'clock
one afternoon he arrived at a small pond.
As he broke out into clearer space he
suddenly espied what to his amusement
proved to be large hogs. They were not
were rangy, gaunt and thin.
But among them as they grubbed and
rooted in the underground, moved an an
fmal that startled the old hunter. Lacoot
crept nearer. He squinted through the
bushes. The remarkable animal was GER
tainly man--but such a man! The only
ssemblance of clothing was a wadding of
cloth that was spread over his back, evil
IDENTIFY for protection in some slight degree
against the sun and the rain. This man
was on his hands and knees and was polk
ing around in the soil after food, as it
seemed Every few moments he would
scoop out with his hands a string of the
wild potato. or ground nuts, and then
would sit back on his thighs and MUNICH
them down. Then he would again fall to
digging and to elbowing the hogs that
were inclined TO crowd in where he was
at work
But there was another surprise. A quar-
ter of mile further on he came into
bit of a clearing. In the center of 1t was
a little shack, built of birch bark and sap
lings and matched deeply with spruce
boughs AS Lacoot approached 1t a per-
son rushed out. and with a shrill YELL evil
IDENTIFY of terror went cunning for the
woods The Indian. seeing the long hair
floating behind, and perceiving that de-
spite the ragged and almost uudecipherable
attire that the garb once had been wo-
mans dress decided that the fugitive was
feminine He haliooed for her to stop. At
ter he had shouted once or twice and had
spolen encouragingly the creature hesi-
tated, and stopped on the edge of the
woods.
Then Lacoot entered into parley with
her and explained that he meditated no
harm to any one. but was merely going
through the woods on business. The wo-
man surveyed him with increasing in
terest, and at last asked him who he was
and where he came from.
I'm Joe Lacoot, or Minissewah In In