The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-18


 Mrs. Naybrik's own story. My fif- ten Lost Years. By Florence Eliza ] beth Maybrick.
 This Is a book which will be of ap- pealing interest to all Americans. The book will be of special intrest to Alabamians as Mrs. Maybrick was | born at Mobile. Alabama. September 1 3. 1862. Her mother was Caroline Elizabeth Holbrook Chandler, her fa- ther William G. Chandler of the banking house of St. John Powers and Company of Mobile.
 From the quiet peaceful life of Mobile this life was destined to be an eventful one. spent in many climes and countries. Her youth was spent party with her maternal grandmoth- CT, Elizabeth Holbrook, of New York, partly with her maternal grandmoth- with her mother. the Baroness von Roques, whose home was abroad. She was a devoted horsewoman, as most of our Southern women are, much of her time when with her mother at Cologne. was spent in riding with her stp-father. Baron Adolph von Roque, then a cavalry officer in the Sth Cuirassier Regiment of the Ger man army.
 At the age eighteen at St. James Church. Picadilly. London, Florence Elizabeth Chandler was married to James Maybrick. From London Mir. and Mrs. Maybrick returned to Amer
 ica and made their home at Nor folk, Va. Later they returned to England and settled in a suburb of Liverpool called Aigborth.
 Mrs. Maybrick prefaces her story with an account of her ancestry, good New England stock. of excellent Eng l fish derivation. This account of her | ancestry Is taken from those eloquent and voluminous writings upon this celebrated case of Gail Hamilton"
 Miss Mary F. Dodge. the able and
 tireless advocate of Mrs. Maybricks innocence.
 | After this concise setting forth of
 Mrs. Maybrick plunges at once into
 the story of her arrest and accusa-
 ton. on the astounding charge of
 poisoning her husband, the father of
 her two young children:
 Slowly consciousness returned.t I
 opened my eyes. The room was in
 darkness. All was still. Suddenly
 the silence was broken by the bang
 of closing door which startled me out
 of my stupor. Where was I? Why
 was I alone? What awful thing had nAppeHeu. "A Ol NY
 husband was dead. drifted once
 more away from the things of sense. | Then a voice. as if a long way off,
 spoke. A feeling of pain and distress | shot through my body. I opened my
 eyes in terror. Edwin Maybrick was
 bending over me as lay upon my
 bed. He had my arms tightly gripp- | ed. and was shaking me violently. T | want your keys-do you near? Where are your keys? he exclaimed harshly. | tried to form a reply but the words checked me. and once more I passed | into inconsistencies.
 Tt Is the dawn of the Sabbath day (May 12, 1SS9). am still lying in
 my clothes neglected and uncared for. without food since the morning of the day before. Consciousness came and went. During one of these interludes Michael Maybrick entered ""Nurse.' he said. I am going up to London. Mrs. Maybrick is no longer mistress of this house. As one of the executors forbid you to allow her to leave this room. I hold you responsible in my absence "He then left the pom. What did he mean? How dare he humble me ! thus in the presence of a strangerp Toward the night of the same day
 said to the nurse, T wish to see my
 children.' She took no notice. My
 voice was weak, and thought perhaps
 she had not heard. Nurse repeated | I want to see my children She walk l ed up to my bed. and in a cold, delib-
 crate voice replied: You can not see Master James and Miss Gladys. Mir
 Michael Maybrick gave orders that they
 were to leave the house without seeing
 you.' fell back upon my pillow,
 dazed and stricken, weak. helpless. and | iT potent. Why was I treated thus? My brain reeled in seeking a reply to this | query. At last I could bear 1t no long, | CT, and my soul cried out to God to
 let me die A third dreary night, and
 the day broke once again. I was still
 prostrate. The dull pain at my heart.
 the yearning for my little children, was becoming unbearable, but I was dumb
 Suddenly the door opened and pr.
 Humphreys entered. He walked sil-
 ently to my bedside, felt my pulse. and
 without word left the room few l minutes later I heard the tramp of
 many feet coming upstairs. They | stopped at the door. The nurse ad-
 vanced. and a crowd of men entered.
 One of them stepped to the foot of the
 bed and addressed me as follows: l Mrs Maybrick, I am Superintend-
 ent of Police. and I am about to say 1 SoHnclHin6 tO you. AIIeT l nave said
 what I intend to say if you reply be
 careful how you reply, because what l ever you say may be used as evidence
 against you. Mrs Maybrick. you are | in custody on suspicion of causing the | death of your late husband James May
 brick, on the eleventh instant made
 no reply. and the crowd passed out |" | A Prisoner in Her own House. | Was I going mad? Did hear my
 self accused of poisoning my husband Why did not his brothers. who said
 they had his confidence, tell the police l what all his intimate friends knew, l that he was an arsenic eater? Why
 was I accused-I, who had nursed him
 assiduously day and night until my strength gave out. who had engaged
 trained nurses. and advised a consulta-
 tion of physicians, and had done all
 that lay in my power to aid in his re-
 covery? To whom could I appeal in
 my extreme distress? I lay i'll and con-
 fined to my bed. with two professional | nurses attending me, and with 1 mo-