Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1909-05-19

He took q small magnifyins eieas
from his pocket, and after scrutinizing
the various footprints on the shore.
again wade< into the stream and
searched the tracks there with the
greatest care. following them for some
distance. Suddenly he uttered an ex-
clamati0n of satisfaction mingled with
establishment.
MY boy" he soliloquized, 1--WE got
you. But what in the name Of heaven
could be your objects"
Within ten minutes he was at the
police station, and q few moments
later in company with two officers he
entered the room Of Barney Maloney
at his clearinghouse. Barney was sit
ting on the side of his bed, preparing
for his days sleep. He was some
what stupid appearing young fellow, of
Is or so, not too Clearly, with a sandy
complexion, stocky of build, and it was
plain that he had been drinking some.
Barney" said Dr. Furnivall without
ceremony, tell these gentlemen what
you know about the death of Sadie
Patrick"
He removed his spectacles as he
spoke and looked fixedly into the
mans faded blue eyes.
For a moment it seemed as If the
fellow had been suddenly turned to
stone, he became so rigid and gray
of skin. Then he shrieked out: .
why, I was the man that found
her! Would I do that if I had done
It? found her there in the water, yes,
and the boys all saw me when done
it, and the blood that's on me, I got
it when I picked her up in my arms
and put her on the shore, and the boys
will swear to it, every one of them,
for they was there"
He paused in his headlong rush Of
words, his eyes in the doctors, his ex-
preston changing rapidly from fright
to peace. to earnestness, and finally to
wrapt abstraction. Then almost in
stantly he resumed in voice more
resembling machines than mans:
81 killed her myself"
"Why?"
"She was my wife, and she was try
ing TO run away from me with another
man, and I wouldn't have it. She was
my girl, that I married when she was out
Of work and supported, unbel1nownst
to anybody because she was ashamed
OF me-she thought was not as good
as she might have, I found that out
| ell right. And when she got work she
Vyas for going some place else where
I wouldn't be bothering her-Ine that
took her when she was poor and IN
trouble! And then | heard she was
on with this other one. So that night
I slipped cut CT the mill and had her
! take q walk for q, word about that,
| and she madded me, and the first thing
I knew I had done it, for I had the
knife with me. I ran away back again
| to the work, but seen the blood ca
me, and I knew twas no gCci trying
| to hide the clothes, for somebody al
| ways finds them, SO would make the
| play that ! found her in the morning
and got it On me then. Back I gees
| to the bridge and took her in the water
| to the place where I thought I could
! see her when we was coming by in
| the night-silift Off. I put her too far
| down on the bank, and I couldn't see
| her in the morning, but I knew she
was there, so I cries out and runs"
At this point one Of the officers took
him by the arm.
Il have warrant for you, Maloney,'
he said, 'for the murder of Sadie
Patrick"
That evening DR.. Furnivall, reading
a daily paper, saw in q story headed
'Mystery in High Life, Child Abduct
ed,' this paragraph:
"wednesday evening between seven
and eight o'clock the three-year-old
son Of Mr.. Chase Harlow, of the ultra
smart set, was kidnapped from that
gentleman's home, and all attempts tc
recover the child or learn the iden
tity of the abductor have failed. That
the crime must have been committed
by person thoroughly posted upon
| the habits of the inmates is assured by
the manner in which the daring deco
I was conceived and carried out
| It will be recalled that it was only last
week that Mr.. Harlow succeeded in
securing divorce from his beautiful
wife. who was Frustrated on finding
that the custody of the child, whom
she worshiped, was given to the ia
ther."
DR.. Furnivall gave a low whistle.
"Jove, my lady of the veil!" he ex
claimed. "You said you had your rea
sons, and you certainly did have-witl
a vengeance!"
Copyright, 1909, by W. G. Chapman.)
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DERFU JOCKEY