The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-07-24
MISS NICHOLS STATEMENT.
Story of the Crime Told by One of Its Victims,

 Story of the Crime Told by One of Its
 Victims.
 This statement gives the only au- thentic account which can ever be had of the brutal crime. Following is the statement substantially:
 My name is Miss Mary S. Nichols. I am fifty-five years of age, and lived with my brother Marcus. No one else lived with us, and no one had worked for us except Dean Stevens, who was here last Tuesday. I retired at g o'clock and my brother went to bed a little later, At about o'clock in the morning, Marcus came to my room and opened the door. He said: Are you asleep?' I said no. He said: T hear a noise, and I think we had bet ter go down stairs. l arose and dressed myself, and with Marcus went down. stairs with a lamp. Just then it thun- dered heavily and rained hard. We waited quietly, and finally Marcus said he was sure someone had been in the house. We saw light on the cherry tree, and finally Marcus started to go outdoors. He did go out, but returned shortly and suggested that we again go to bed.
 Just then two men pushed open the south door. They had revolvers in their hands, and without warning they both shot My brother fell forward, and I also fell down, having been hit with one of the bullets. l managed to get up and seized the lamp and started to go upstairs, when one of the men knocked the lamp out of my hand. l heard my brother say: They have killed me- One of the men took hold of me and asked where the matches were. told him, and got some and struck a light. He then told me he would kill me if didn't give him our money. Meanwhile my brother was calling for me. One of the men helped Marcils to chair, and then they turned their attention to me. l told them where my money was, and was accused of lying They followed my directions and found my $60. Then they said that a neighbor had told them that we had s2,000 in the house. Finally I was made to go upstairs and managed to crawl there. One of the men went with me, while the other stayed with my brother My burglar put the money he had in his boots. He then broke open my brothers chest. and took what money there was there. I don't know how much. He also took my watch, but left my brothers pa pers He then helped me to my broth CTS bed and went down stairs. I fol- lowed as best l could. The two men went down cellar and got some cider pie and cookies and ate them. Later they got some wine and drank i" Then followed a rather vague de scription of the men such as the woman could give. When they got ready to gt they put out the light, and after ask 1 ing questions about the neighbors, h. formed her that they would send doc tor for my brother and then go t( Bridgeport.
 q begged them to tell the neighbors but they said they were not going tha way. Then they left. After they hat gone I dropped on the floor. I tried tc | crawl to the door, Marcus had hi. head on the lounge, and after three hours or so he was still and I knew ht was dead What took place then dt not remember and I didn't know any | thing till about o'clock, when I man aged to crawl to the road and give the alarm"
 Miss Nichols here said that she wa. | tired and could talk no more. She hat told her story disconnectedly and witt some difficulty, practically as abov. given.
 | Where the robbers and murderer!
 went is not even guessed at. They dit
 their work well and left no clue.