El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-10-12

the neck Of Is year old Matte Hacket
on the night in question.
But this accusation viii not be new
to Mrs RAYMOND. The formal charge
is but the official crystalization OF the
suspicion under which Mrs. Raymond
has lived from the hour Of Matte
Hacketts death.
ScOrned and Ostracised.
Scorned and ostracised by her stern
neighbOrs of the Maine woods for
and phantom fingers pointed at her in
derisiOn, her lot became almost more
than she could endure, and when, at
last, an officer Of the law came in
April last she welcomed his coming
as she would a deliverance.
The fiendish killing Of Matte Hack
EFT was more like the work Of a mad
man, than a delicate woman; more
like the cunning depravity Of a Paris
Apache or an oriental savage inspired
by diabOlicai spirit
Never, in all the history OF the
Maine woods, had such crime been
committed before. So cruel, so IN
usual, so foreign to this section.
On the night Of Aug. II, 1905, Levi
Hackett, a prosperous farmer, sat at
his table surrounded by his family,
peacefully pArtaking Of the evening
meal
When the meal was over Mrs. Hack
EFT left for a ne1ghbOrS house to make
a friendly visit, taking the younger
children with her. Farmer Hackett
got up and went to his barn to COM
plete the evenings chores. Matte re-
NAMED in the house to clear away the
supper dishes and to set the house in
order. She went to her task singing.
She was young and Hghthearted.
Levi Hackett was interrupted at his
chores by a tramp, Afford Johnson
who wanted to exchange a little work
for something to eat and a nights
lodging. The strangers face seemed
honest enough to the farmer. He
would give the tramp a lift.
Tramp Calls AattentiOn to Crime.
But while these two were talking
the sound Of angry voices reached
them Hackett paid no attention to
it The tramp was more exercised He
called Hackett's attention to what was
apparently a violent quarrel. The
farmer dismissed it with the remark
that it was, doubtless, some children
at play.
Then he turned towards the barn
to resume his chores.
But he never reached the barn.
A voice, the high, piercing voice Of
a terrified woman, cried, you
wretch" Then there was a scream
Before the farmer had time to cease
wondering whether or not the cry was
serious, another exclamation, smoth-
cred, so that one could not tell wheth-
er it was that Of a man or a woman,
but tremulous with an insane hate,
rang out
There. you nasty, dirty thing" cried
the voice.
Farmer Hackett caught the sinister
meaning Of that. tone. He ran to the
house, Johnson at his heels.
Frantic Farmer Hunts For Daughter.
He entered the house 1t was empty.
He called his daughter. There was no
response
Matte, Matte" he cried. The aw-
ful fear was mounting in his heart.
He bOlted out Of the house and be-
gan desperate search.
Johnson remained in the house.
About 40 yards down the road the
farmer ran into the PROSTATE form Of
his daughter. She lay perfectly still
Blood was flowing from her nose. He
thought she had been feIled by a
bludgeOn and that she was dead. He
ran to the home Of a neighbor q man
named Cole The two returned and
together they carried the girl into the
house
The front of her dress had been
torn open. He started TO adjust it and
to his horror he discovered that a
cord was buried in her neck. She had