The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-11-25

LATTER UNUSED HE IsOOM.
chapel, in which the high bench of the
judge might well have seemed pull
pit.
Loren Moore was accused of sending
deadly poison in a package of coffee to
the house of his cousin, Mrs. Alice Hol-
burn, with the purpose of revenging
himself upon her for defeating him in
lawsuit about property of no great
value, but long a subject of litigation.
AS so often happens in such cases, the
victim of the poison was not the per-
son who seemed to be intended. Moore
stood before the bar to answer for the
death of a servant of Mrs. Holburns
named Mary bennett, pretty girl,
highly esteemed in this community.
where character is more than caste.
Miss bennett had been engaged to
marry a young man who lived in the
neighboring town of Durham. He was
pointed out to me Immediately by my
companion, and l looked upon him
with great curiosity, for there was a
whisper that Moore's probable acquit-
tai would place this youth in the pris-
oner's dock. John Norton, the individ-
ual in question. was tall and sturdy,
with reddish brown hair and a fresh,
rudy skin. l saw him stare hard at
Moore as the latter crossed the room
between the two somber guards, gray
bearded and dignifed. 1t seemed to
me that Norton's look was singularly
destitute of resentment.
Following my glance. my friend Den
ming said to me:
Morton was on the stand yesterday.
District Attorney Barlow tried to make
him swear that he had seen Moore in
Sudbury on the afternoon when the
poison was sent. You see, the defense
is an alibi. Moore says he was in Dur
ham, and he brings several reputable
witnesses who will testify that they
saw him there. Among them is Dea-
con Lewis, the old gentleman wiping
his spectacles over there in the corner.
See him? Well. his word is worth as
much as that of any other man in this
community. He and the other alibi
witnesses were standing in group on
a street corner in Durham in the edge
of the evening. and Deacon Lewis
said, There goes Loren Moore of Sud-
bury and the others looked and saw
somebody. Was it Loren Moore? They
say it was; but, between you and me,
they don't seem very sure of it, except
the deacon. The others, In my opinion
say so because he does"
This will acquit him." said I. And
my friend replied:
'Tt would except for one thing. per
{, Of ho or
over there%
He pointed to tall, meager, nerv'
Gus old gentleman who had very
high forehead surmounted by stiff
white hair. There was clerical sug
gestion in his dress and manner, bu
yet he lacked the placidity that usual
ly marks a country clergyman of ad
vanced years.
''That's Professor Warren" said my
friend.
'"The chemist?" l inquired. deeply in
tersted in a man of such wide reput'
among scientists.
''The same" was the reply. III
claims to have found in a compartment
of wallet belonging to Moore mi
mute quantity of the poison used in thi
murder. He was on the stand yestel
day. and Moore's lawyer got after hiI
with the severest cross examination
ever heard. The point of it was tina
this poison"-and he named it, as
shall not do in this record because
have no wish to advertise a substanc
of such a character-''this poison is
white powder that looks just like sa
or sugar, and the quantity found in th