The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-01-12

when I say let down your hands, down it goes and I felt it going down in singular manner. By this time I was alarmed that I was in a cold sweat. I leaned over to see if anyone might be on the road when he bgean to laugh again and I saw he was holding a weap- on of some sort up his sleeve. Instantly I made a grab for it and got the hatchet from him and asked what he meant to do with that. He said: I'll show you and from his overcoat pocket he drew out knife in each hand. He came at me striking with both hands while I backed across the church down the side aisles and across the front, but l did not dare to turn about to open the front door.
 '"Then I threw the hatchet and struck him and he fell. I turned to open the door when he grabbed me by the leg and threw me down where my hands came on the hatchet. There was a des- perate struggle in which used the hatch ct until he laid quiet and still. l cannot tell all that happened after that. I was wild to dispose of the body. I was in a horrible terror, so I began pulling off his garments that I might drag the body away somewhere and hide it. Then when my eyes fell on one of those knives I flew into a rage and began to cut it when he woke up and grabbed me again. Then for a while 1 used that hatchet until I was sure he was dead
 Then I saw that the fire was hot enough to make the stove pipe red near ly to the elbow, so I grabbed him by the feet and dragged him down there and cut him to pieces, putting in each part as 1t was dismembered. Then I began to put the garments into the front of the stove when I remembered that it had poor draft and the things might not burn. Then I saw that my cloth ing was torn and bloody, while some of his were yet whole, and I exchanged and then took all but a few of mine and put them in along with the body. I then went up nearly to the tunnel station, where turned my rig about and started it on the back track. My big coat hid my torn and bloody garments until l got to Chicago. where I purchased others. l am tired of trying to hide, though have succeeded in eluding the detectives so far If you get this while l am yet alive come and get me l shall not be far from Carthage, Ills.
 "J H. CARMICHAEL"
 Heartbroken Women.
 Adair, Mich, January u.-There are two heartbroken women in this village to- night They are Mrs. John H. Carmichael, widow of the preacher murderer, and Mrs Browning, mother of Gideon Browning the victim of Carmichaels murderous mania.
 Mrs Carmichael is still firm in the pe- lief that her husband was insane when he killed Gideon Browning. ''I cannot m. agine anything now more than before that would lead my husband to do sucn a thing. He was insane I remember so well now Just two weeks before the al fair I remember of his complaints apoue trouble with his head At that time ne said he felt as if he was going crazy; that he was going to have more trouble. That, I believe brought on his insanity. So this Is the end of my 25 years of devouon. My husband dead and suicide Fernaps it is better so. But, oh! my poor chii- dren, I can bear it for myself. put my son. my daughter and my little girl. wha. have they ever done to deserve aii ',i'''