The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1908-03-29
CBy Glenn GuernseyD


implacable executors. supppcd
shuddering into the fatal electric
chair and then hurled, quickly and
quietly. into eternity is to be
the fate next week Of Chester f.
Gillette. so will end the last chap.
ter In the tragedy of Big Moose
Lake. in which Grace Brown gave
Brown leapcd 'front.' he boat on that
~. wrctched lad whose life must
now pay the penalty of his crime.
10 the last the famous prisoner Of
Auburn pcnitentary rNinlins his
innou,nce-dc declares that Grace
Brown leapcd from the boat o uthat
trip on Big Moose Lake which was
10 have been their honeymoon voy-
age and that he, frightened ran
away and let her drown.
It. is an old story this tragedy
of Zig Moose Lake-a story of the
great love OF maid for a man, an
affection so oyerpowering that she
willing placed htr honor and good
Jmc In his keeping The man tired
of his conquest, as men 50 often
do. and sought relief from the ties
that bound him by Staying the limo
cent young girl who had loved and
trusted him with all her heart
poor little girl" said the Her
kimer policeman who found the
swollen, battered body Of zone more
unfortunate and Poor little girl''
the people of the nation echoed
when her Letters, written to the
man who had so often promised to
marry her and had so often failed,
were read during Gnlettes trial in
the little HerHmer court house.
Those letters, written from a heart
wavering between love and shame,
are classics and might well fur.
nish material for poet a novelist
or philosopher.
After Gillette had postponed the
wedding she wrote him.
Il simply can't stay here any long
er. Mamma worries and wonders
why cry so much. Please come
and take me, dear | I'm afraid
you wont come and I'm frightened,
dear. Chester, there Is not a girl
in the whole world so miserable
as ! am tonight, and you have made
me feel so. don't mean that,
dear; you five always been so good
TO me and | know you will always
be"
Three weeks before her death she
wrote from the depths Of her poor
buffeted heart:
81 won't interfere with any OF your
plans. was i'll nearly an yester-
day, and tonight the veins in my
head are frightfully swollen. Nam
ma bathed them in cologne and they
are not so bad today. They We're swoi-
len because | cry so much. Ches-
ter don't suppose you will ever
know how | regret being all this
trouble to you. know you hhte
me and | can't blame you one bit
My whole life is ruined, and in a
maesuer yours, too. OF course it's
worse for me than you, but the
world and you, think I am the one
TO blame, but somehow | cant
Just simply can't think ! am, Ches
ter, | said, NO so many times
T dear. OF course the world Will not
: know that, but it's true, all th'
same. My little sister came up just
, a minute ago with her hands tul
, Of daisies and asked me If din
want my fortune told. I told her
guessed 1t was pretty well told
/. Now, don't want you to mind THU
i letter, for lam blue tonight
And there were many other let
/ ters-pltiful appeals that would hav
touched the most hardened heart;
, 81 will try and not worry Yo
are a dear, anyhow. have cried 8
much | am IA sight, dear. am S
thin, and my face is so DEATH
- white.
IS 90, can't wait until I see yo
% again. We will be happy and
a won't get cross. | know you wi
{. be awful good to me, dear, for
n will die in short time. kno'
Ie | will, and then-O | think you wi
to always be glad you We're so goo
ID "If | had strength, dear, | beliey
II | should walk to the river and thro
ID myself in. 1t would be rather COZ
to ardly, and despise a coward, b
n. would not be Va bother TO YOU al
ye longer. o, Chester, the thought tn
no am I'm your way Just drives n