The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1900-07-26

WOman'S face.
rs this the man who stabbed you.'
repeated the officer, slowly.
Yes, that is the man."
SPECIFICS with horror, / remained
rooted to the spot.
The woman whom I had seen at
tacked-the woman by whose side I
had knelt in the darkness-was the
whom six years previously I
had married.
What is he to you, madame
Stranger" inquired the officer.
mo, he is my husband"
"Ah!" said the officer, and half an
hour afterward / was safely under lock
and key in a prison cell.
| was allowed to telegraph to Bos-
ton for my own lawyer, who arrived
speedily and, after an interview with
me, proceeded to put my case to the
authorities. He gave them a plain
statement of facts.
Soon after I had been practically
trapped into a marriage with this adj
ventures, who, when I knew her,
called herself Margaret Colver, I dis
covered that she had a husband living
in South America--a young man who
had committed some offense which
made it impossible for him to return
to this country. This made her curse
with regard to me easy. She knew
that under no circumstances would her
husband allow himself to be drawn
into any proceedings taken against her
for bigamy. l thought of commencing
proceedings for nullity of marriage,
but there was the difficulty of getting
the absent husbands evidence, and
any amount of expense in the way. I
contented myself for the time being
with requesting her to quit my roof
and drop my name.
She went, declaring that she would
be even with me, and l saw no more
Of her. Free, and having no desire to
marry again, hesitated to go through
the unpleasantness of a public trial,
and | let the fact that I had married
a bigamous adventurous practically eff
face itself from my memory.
The three weeks which interviewed
before Margaret Colver-she called
herself Margaret Tyrrel in her deposit
tlons-Was able to appear against me,
had not been wasted by my lawyer, but
he had failed to find any trace of the
woman having been at any hotel in
Fall River with the man who was, as
she knew, the real criminal.
Margaret Colver swore that 1 had
met her that night as she was on her
way to the steamer, and that after a
fierce quarrel between US, in which she
had demanded money because 1 had
stopped her allowance, l had stabbed
her.
All my denials, all my counter
charges against her, were in vain. The
court regarded my case, l could see,
as fully proved. But suddenly an Of
fcer came into court and spoke to the
presiding judge.
The next moment a witness, at the
judges instance, stepped forward and
in answer to in~terrogations said that
he was the proprietor of a hotel at
New Bedford. He had read the case in
the papers. He had since recognized
the m She had left his hotel on
the day preceding the crime with her
husband, a Mr.. Colver. They had been
living together there for the past
mont. They had seemed always to
be quarreling. They had taken the
train for Fall River together. The
man at the time had with him a Mexi-
can dagger. The landlord had seen it
in Lis possession. The doctor had de-
clare1 the woman had received a dag
ger wound.
This evidence and the eloquent plea
of my lawyer resulted in a verdict OF
mot guilty" I was released at once,
therefore, and have since been in un-
disturbed liberty, but the memory OF
the affair is a terrible nightmare to
me, especially as Margaret Colver is
still alive somewhere. When will we
meet next? And what new trap will
she or fate, or both together, devise
for my undoing?
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