The Washington herald., 1915-02-28
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a2ZZzY. ODD AlI0Nv5 LOTT
He didn't look at mo, but he knew 1 wa,
entering.
eco OUT he said IN . very low voice
Go out. Go to another room tonight
Your friend Is Dead"
She told her story IN the presence OF
Coroner Dunn, who had previously
sworn her. So overcome was she when
she had finished that she fell forward
and would have fallen had not Lieuten-
ant Peret MCGOWAN, Of the Yonkers po-
lice force, caught her.
Directly following Mrs. Schweitzer came
Barbara Pabst-a blue-eyed child with a
great mass OF brown hair. In her face,
as she told Of what she saw on the night
Of January I, 1915, returned all the ter
ror that must have been written there
then.
ket," the child lisped. "NIr. Bangert
told me to take q bottle to Mr.. Scholz's
room. I do not remember what the bot
tie looked like. But pushed the door
Of Mr.. scholz's room open. He was sit
ting straight up I'm bed. He had all his
clothes on. His eyes were open, but
only the whites showed.
AT the side Of the bed, watching him,
were Mr.. and Mrs. Max Ring. On the
table were three bottles-one a wide.
mouthed bottle, uncorked. Beside the
bottles lay punches Of cotton. MIR.
Scholz looked SO terrible that 1 cried
and leaned on the table.
Hes dead. Go AWAY Mors said to
me.
Il felt weak, and my face was close TO
the open bottle. In a minute l began to
feel queer, so / tried to run out, but |
was very dizzy and walked out
In the picturesque hearing wherein
these dramatic tales were told Coroner
Dunn listened to three other witnesses
Mrs. Barbara Creim and Mrs. Eliza
beth Rehm. both aged women. and
Amelia Buonopane. the fourteen-year-
old girl who was in charge Of the insti-
tution's apothecary shop.
All told of similar scenes, with Mors
always lowering near the dying person.
What kind of place Is this institu-
ton near fonkers, where patients were
personally conducted to the Great Be-
yond?
There is nothing about the building
or grounds to Justify the dread of the
home which has already communicated
itself to the countryside. There are no
disordered blinds or vacant windows
There Is no green mold or fetid atmos-
phere or any outward sign that the
fancies Of Poe have there been born into
life. Nevertheless, the gruesome cloud
that hangs over the place is as real as
the new brick walls. 1t is as real as il
the ghosts of the helpless old men and
women who have died there were al
W OH hn
ridors.
The home itself is in the most pleas
ant surroundings. 1t is on a little hill
that overlooks rolling country. Its
grounds are ample and inviting. The
building is new and spacious. The rooms
where it is whispered that Mors mas
saged the faces of his victims with
vaseline to avoid burning them with his
chloroform are spotless, light and air.
Passing up broad and winding drive
way through pleasant grounds shaded BY
pine and cedar Trees. you come to n
three-story brick building that might be
large chemical laboratory r. hos
pital. 1t has become notoriC almost
before the plaster has dried or debris
from the building has been. cmoved
The bricks are bright and new. The
ground around the building itself is
still bare.
as Sou cHtcT the outer halfway lH0
statues of dog and little girl. mount
ed on carved and ornate pedestal of
black and gold, greet you. In this hall
is contribution box. and framed in
glass a gilded shovel that broke ground
for the new building. In the center OF
the main hallway is large staircase
leading to the dormitories and the liv-
ing quarters. An arched window ill.,
laid with panes of green stained glass
throws somewhat sickly light upon
the white plaster walls. Leading from
this hallway are the offices and the adj
ministrative quarters. In the basement
is the ''morgue,' most plainly labeled.
Nothing is more suggestive than the
odor of medicine. particularly when
used illicitly or for foul play. And the
is distinctly and suggestively medicinal.
from what cause it is hard to tell.
And this Is the place in which Fred
eric Mors listened to the cries of the in
firm and suffering until he could no
longer resist the temptation to put them
beyond all suffering. Here he concocted
his death plots, more elaborate and
more numerous than even the mind of
4 disordered genius like Edgar Allan
Poe could conceive. Poe invented
hatred, strange dislikes and haunting
coincidents that led to single homicides,
acter of q single person taking it unto
pie to their graves. Never did Poe in
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