The sun., 1908-01-01
NRS.YOUNGEASKOTKURDERED
LITTLE MRS. HULL ADMITS SIZE
EHRD ABOUT IDENTIFICATION.

Little Mrs Hattie Hull. she OF the chiiSss::::!.ze
face and nimble imagination. was taken by
che arm, gently aud firmly. yesterday morn
ing. escorted from Harrison to the ferry
and told that fairy tales are not amusing TO
the hard worked sleuths Of Jersey. Mrs.
Hattie Hull smiled babyishly and waved a
light farewell to the scowling cops.
The fact that she bamboozled a score of
detectives Jersey bred). solemn Central
once men from Manhattan, whskered
deputy sheriffs and all the rest OF the wise
acres that the mystery Of Lamp Black Swamp
stirred from their dusty Offices. didn't faze
Mrs. Hattie little bit; though she did seem
sorry that che had ascribed a lot Of un-
pleasant habits tO a living wOman--the real
Mrs Agnes Young-in identifying" dead
one.
Really. this amazing little story teller
from Harlem. who got a husband through
bair tonic ad. bought a baby for 81 and has
three house addresses. wasn't bit fused
when they punched holes through her in
aerestinR yarn. She had had her day OF
notoHety. For eighteen hours squads Of
detectives drank in every word she said.
nodding knowingly to one another. Pho
tographers fought for chances to snap her,
reporters interviewed her. several hundred
persons crowded around her with gaping
jaws whenever she stepped out Of the Har-
rison Town Hall. Altogether it was a grand
tay for the odd little person who wept
copiously and cried -Aggie, Aggie! My
friend, my friend" when they let her see
The body in the morgue.
First of Yesterday morning in the Con-
tinental Hotel in Newark. where she was
kept Monday night. she wanted the New
York papers. The Jersey papers wouldn't
do. In the columns of stuff about her and
her stories and the somewhat ideslized
portraits she took the ingenious and eX-
aggerated delight OF a child.
Z After breakfast the bubble burst Little
Mrs. Hulls identification exploded with
loud reports, rs many reports as there were
reporters on the ground. The real Mrs.
Agnes Young an accountant in the Office of
Wood. HARMON Company. at 3l5 Madison
avenue, called up Judge Branegan Of Har-
rison on the phone. and Mrs. Agnes Young
was in anything but a pleasant humor. In
fact, she was mad clear through.
Mrs. Young. who has worked for the
real estate concern since last January and
before that for the Ausonia and other hO-
tells in a clerical capacity, had got a shock
when she saw the newspapers yesterday
rapid imagination OF a girl she had known
very slightly. 80 she said, she was believed
to have been murdered and that the police
were looking for her supposed slayer,
Charles Myers. She read OF the fOndness
for Martini cocktails Of a woman named
Agnes Young and drew other inferences
distinctly unpleasant.
The sergeant at Police Headquarters
here in New York nearly fell OF his chair
when Mrs. Young told him over the phone
u am Mrs Agnes Young and | want
10 say that | am very much alive and am
In New York. | don't understand at all
why Mrs. Hull should have identified me.
have not seen her for two years and have
not an intimate acquaintance with her
Police Headquarters wanted her to go
over TO Harrison and sweep the cobwebs
away, but she wouldn't That was nat.
She ssid she had all the nOtoTiety she
b. wanted She didn't sSe why she should
be required to do anything more They
didn't press the point
Later on, up at the real estate Office,
Mrs. Young wrote out a statement and
signed Il for the benefit of persons VINO
might want further information as to
. whether she was alive.
Il was assistant accountant at the Hotel
Ansonia." said the statement. "and knew
Mrs Hull and befriendel her; but / have
not seen her for the last two years Any
other statement concerning me is absolutely
false"
Mrs. Young said that Mrs Hull had
strong craving for newspaper notoriety
aud that at the time of the Slocum dis
aster the little person visited the Morg lie
and identified right and left bodies she mad
never seen before.
Well, they took the little identifier to the
Town Hail at Harrison and put these things
up to her pretty sharply. She smiled in a
clildlike way, perfectly good natured,
ard said she supposed she had been mis-
taken. After all it wasn't her Aggie.
But it was her sister. Oh, yes; positively,
this time.
Well why the dickens didn't YOU say
So yesterday" said Judge Branegan. who
had about used up his considerable store
Well, il was this way" she said, smiling
queer little twisted smile, not a bit en-
barrassed Il wa"s5L 20 save my sister
from the motor ETY.. You bSe sisters name
was Minnie Je Anette CASTOR, Che was only a
half ulster. nat was the way !, was, and |
had heD-1 her take the name of Agnes
Young, who was friend Of mine
. oh. confound III" gruh sleuth who
had been kept up all night shot out. ~You
oughtn't to do that sort OF thing!"
,G SST T dfR you ifS oabfS 10 %s ASs s1saS SS.
way before a lady, ought he?"
The upshOt Of the whole absurd bCsines
was that Mrs. Hull admitted she knew
the dead woman was not the Mrs. Agnes
Young who had been, she insisted, a friend
of hers and with whom she had worked
for a time at the Hotel Ansonia, but to
save the life Of her she couldn't see what
harm had been done. Well, what was the
use2 They simply told her to go home.
The complete iizzle Of the Identification
has left the police up in the air higher than
ever. They haven't the Temotest idea who
the dead woman was, who killed her or
why the crime. q singularly cold bloOded,
carefully planned and heartless one, was
committed The murderer has had seven
days to get away. The chances are pretty
slim now that he ever will be caught.
The rankest plants" and most hagrant
Of fakes, not to speak Of the owlish theories
Of volunteer -criminologists glum fellows
who deduce chloral poisoning from pimples
have tangled up the situation and added
70 the perplexities Of the Jersey Lecoqs.
One enterprising space CRATER found a
tiny cut under the dead woman's eye.
Eurskai She was stabbed with a hAtpinl
WheFeupon hatpin was found at the edge
Of Lamp Black Swamp.
A note, q splash Of pathetic rhetoric,
was needed. Il wasn't very long until
one was picked up, neatly torn, artistically
soiled, a note stained with tear marks
near Five Points Pool, where the body was
discovered The Passaic sent no hat ashore,
but somebody else placed a battered, inn
, possible toqne on the river bank. Four
separate and distinct breastpins each
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