The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-05-20
ILLINOIS MURDERER
SURREKOERS TO POLICE
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are brown and deep set, though larger
than those of the average man. He
wears no beard. He is probably five
feet eight or nine inches tail, and looks
every inch a farmer.
Maybe you know what the Omish
community is said Moser. 1T is a
religion that drives men crazy. The
community lives around Tazewell
county in Illinois, and my farm was
right in the middle Of them, three miles
from Horton. They don't believe in
any worldly pleasures. They give up
everything. Dancing is a crime, so is
singing, and going to the theatres is a
terrible sin with them.
zone day in church 4 had my s.
months odd baby in my arms, and be-
fore the services opened the minister
turned on me and called me an idOla-
tor; said l thought too much of my
child and less of the church. I was
angered. ] SWOTe I would not have
anything more to do with a religion
that teaches any man not to care for
his family, and soon after that, that is
two or three years ago, 1 prevailed
upon my wife to leave. ] was unhappy
in the community, and hated the re-
ligion.
We stayed away and lived happily
for while. but they sent for her and
! Influenced her to go back into the
community. I would not go at the
| time, but a year wore on, and I could
no longer stay away from the children.
When 1 got back l was hated by the
/ people They did everything they
could to break US up. l could not take
| friends to my own house on my wife,
! account, and. we were constantly at
outs.
'The children knew that their moth
er and father were not living happily,
! but their young minds didn't know the
! reason. They were growing up in their
mothers religion. We didn't even take
/ our meals together.
| Il saw only one way out of it. That
was to send them all into eternity and
| peace. killed my wife and three ba-
/ bies as fast as 1 could empty my re-
volver, and 1 am not sorry. 1 am
glad they are at rest.
Story of the Crime.
cit was last Sunday morning, May
/ 13 The children had been to church
with their mother and / was brOoding
over my trouble. They got back about
dusk, and she went down cellar to cook
supper, and sent the children out in
| the yard I went after her down the
] STAIRS anu Dis SUM DIS she turned TO-
ward me, +"
MOser here paused for the first time
in his narrative, and buried his face
in his ha" s. He wept silently for a
few nom, +, then raised up and re-
sumed his Z )ry.
well. I shot her." he went on. 1T
only took one shot. She didn't suffer
and she knew who did it only for a
second.
''Then the boy-the Oldest boy-came
in, and I took him into the bedroom
/ shot him there before lie knew who
did it.
"Then I sent the youngest boy after
a bucket of water. and as he went int
| the pantry I fired again. 1 shot hin
twice, because ne moved.
"Then1 went into the bedroom agar
and the 6-months-Old girl was lying
| there. I shot her three times because
the little mite couldn't stand suffering
/ had made. a complete job of it. Al
because I couldn't stand their religion
It intended to kill myself when
! got away from there, but I would no
die in the Omish community. I covered
the bodies up with carpets and dresse.
and locked them UP in the house.
! left them as they were for l didn
want them to find them all together
Then / walked over to fremont anC