The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1912-08-09

off the track rank as one Of the great
est trunk mysteries this country has
produced. In the following fascin.
ating parallel Capt. Unger tells of his
crime. Inspector Byrnes then tells
of his following step by step the
tracks of the murderer, until the
crime was fastened upon him.
CAPTAIN UNGER's STORY.
I was a murderer. I had killed my
best friend. pressed my hands over
my eyes and tried to shut out from
them the horrible truth. Ugh! There
was blood on my hands. This then
was the end, the end Of Capt. Ed.
ward Unger. No it was not the end.
Never" cried in my agony,
shall it be said that the honorable
career of Capt. Edward Unger. the
medal of honor man of Wilson's
Zouaves, who won his spurs on q
dozen bloody battle grounds under
the old flag has ended like that"
Ny honorable career. Long since
the war I had bartered it for the life
Of the low dives along the Bowery,
for the association of thieves. for q
quandam alliance with the police
who learned that when information
was needed Of a certain crook or a
certain crime, Capt. Edward Unger
was the man to seek. And for this
reason they did not inquire too close
ly into my own dark actions.
The man I killed was August
Bodies. whom l had known intimately
for three mouths. In October, 1886
l was running a little saloon on Elds
ridge street. The business was NOT
good. advertised for partner witt
some money to 60 into some othet
business. Bodies answered it. H{
was a fine looking fellow, a Germanl
who had been in this country several
years and had made money In the
butcher business in Chicago. I liked
him from the first glance. He seemed
to reciprocate the feeling. He was at
that time in the sausage business, and
offered to put up the money if I would
go into a scheme to make sausages OF
horse meat with him. l agreed, and
he came to my house to live. l was
then living in two rooms on the fifth
floor '.ront of % EYdridge street with
my son Edward, lad of seventeen.
Bohies and I got along very well
together, but we did not do much in
the sausage line, and l was trying to
sell MY saloon. He had money in the
bank, and paid half the household ex-
penses. Things ran along smoothly
with us until the night of Jan. 20,
1887. Bodies had been drinking a lit
tie that day. So had I, but neither
Of us was under the influence OF
liquor. As we finished supper my son,
Edward, went out and left us alone.
l sat at the table reading. Bodies
lay down on the sofa, and slept.
1t was a bitter cold night, and the
fire got low. Bodies woke up shaking
and growing about the cold. jumped
up quickly and began fixing the fire,
The stove was near the head of the
SOFA l had to bend on my knees to
stir up the Goals with a poker. Bodies
said that he had a bad dream. He
seemed to be angry. l spoke to him
quietly, but he replied with an oath
rebuked him and kept poking at the
fire.
He leaned toward me so that his
face was close to mine and Kissed an
Insult in my ear. I pushed his head
away and he sunk back on the sofa.
thought that would be the end Of It.
but he jumped up suddenly and
caught hold of the poker. He was
stronger than I, and took it from me
lie struck at me with it, and at the
same time grabbed a carving knife
that had cut the food for both of US
saw that he was not himself by the
look on his face. When he came to
ward me / retreated to the rear room
Unfortunately there was a hamme,
on a chair. Mechanically picked II
up. l told Bodies he was making 8
FOOL OF himself, and had better &
back to the sofa. He thrust at me
with the knife, and l hit him in The
head with the hammer.
| Suddenly l became possessed Of 8
desire to kill. I could think of moth
iSg else. When I got near enough
10 him again struck him with all my
strength on the head. The hamme,
h"ad sank out Of sight in his skull
The blood and brain that few onl,
acaed to my frenzy. l struck hin
again after he lay dead on the sofa
1t must have been fully a half hou1
before ! realized that he was dead ani
Fad killed him. Then came the tor
tire OF horror. The horror passed be
Ioro the instinct Of self preservation
MY nrst impulse was to fly. put OF
M overcoat to run away. Then
eeard a voice which said, you're ,
.eal' Get rid Of the body, say Bohle,
mas gone to Germany. The law vii
never Know heard this voice 9,