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Victim-^ Environment
Groton.—In this quiet Massachu
setts village 25 years ago, there lived
a family named Crue. Their home was
9 small farm house in a particularly
lonely location, three miles from other
habitations.
Crue was a teamster, whose duties
compelled him frequently to go to
Ayer Junction, several miles away.
Sometimes he left home early in the
morning, and remained ta his labors
until sunset. His wife was left under
the protection of a dog, who spent a
large part of the day sleeping near
the kitchen stove.
On the morning of January 17, 1880,
the home of the Crues was surround
ed with snow. The adjacent woods
were thin and scrawny, and the whole
immediate world was bleak and chilly.
Now and then a biting wind swept
across the open stretches, and whirled
the snow off the roof of the house. Be
times the thin spirals of smoke rising
from the chimney contrasted with the
brittle snowscape.
Shortly after dinner Crue told his
wife he had to haul some logs to Ayer
Junction, and expected to be late for
supper.
Crue harnessed hi3 horses and
drove away over the white road,
around the windy corner of the tim
ber land and out of sight. His wife
watched his departure with phleg
matic interest
During the afternoon a neighbor, on
his way across the country, called to
pay his respects to Mrs. Crue. He
knocked on the door and then, with
out further formality, turned the knob
and entered. Mrs. Crue sat in her
kitchen talking with a stranger. The
neighbor excused himself, said he
merely stopped to say a word of greet
ing, and then withdrew.
Stranger Opened Door.
Later in the afternoon Miss Jennie
Carr, a well-known Groton young
Mrs. Crue was at home. He replied
curtly:
“No, she has gone to town for the
afternoon, to make some calls.”
Then the door closed without
further ado.
Of the history of the day, which im
mediately follows, the husband is the
i only authoritative source. He returned
' from Ayer Junction shortly after sun
j set. Much to his surprise, the house
| was quite dark.
Failing to secure an entrance
| through any door, he went to one of
the windows and vainly tried to raise
it. He concluded that his wife had
: taken excellent precautions to prevent
! the entrance of strangers. Yet the
, drawn curtains, staring him blankly
| in the face, made him uneasy. He
walked around the house to the cellar
door. Through the gloom he groped
his way with caution, always sensing
impending disaster. This promonition
grew stronger and stronger as he
; mounted the stairs to the kitchen.
I Now he proceeded more warily than
! ever, listening for any significant
; sound. The house was quite silent,
and at last he struck a match and hur
ried to the lamp. The light partly re
assured him.
Then he decided to look into his
wife’s room, and with the lamp in one
hand, he crossed the kitchen. On the
floor, in front of the door to the bed
room, was a line of discoloration. At
any other time he might not have no
ticed it, but he still had a foreboding,
and was curiously observant. First
he glanced around the room, and then
he stooped and felt of the discolora
tion. When he raised his hand his
fingers were stained and damp.
Found Wife Murdered.
Quickly he pushed open the door of
the bedroom, and holding the lamp
high above him, he stared into the
room. The huddled figure of Mrs.
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woman, also called. She knocked on
the door several times. Nobody an
swered. Then she noticed that the
curtains of the front window were
lowered. But it occurred to her that
Mrs. Crue might be somewhere in the
the house, so she continued to knock.
Presently the knob of the door turned,
the door opened a few inches, and a
man looked out cautiously at her. He
tvas a stranger to her. She asked if
i Crue lay on the carpet. Her head was
splashed with blood, and her clothes
were wet. A quilt partly covered her
lower limbs. The woman was quite
dead—and it was murder. The hus
; band ran out of the house.
Presently the family of Augustus
Woods, the nearest neighbors of the
Crues, were disturbed at their supper
by a peremptory knocking. Woods
I hurried to the door and opened it.
Crue stood on the stocp, bare-headed
and wild-eyed.
“Somebody has murdered my wife!”
he shouted. “Come quick.”
Groton became tremendously ex
cited over the deed, and the medical
examiner and the constables immedi
ately began to make their investiga
tions. They found two bullet holes in
the woman’s head and another in her
breast. But there wens no signs of a
struggle, and there was no robbery.
The officers retained the bullets and
took impressions of the imprints in
the snow outside the house. Crue was
questioned closely, but he proved an
alibi. Then the officers surmised that
a tramp committed the deed, and
searched the village thoroughly for
evidence of strangers. Everybody
was puzzled over the apparent ab
sence of any motive.
Stearns Kendall Abbott.
If the home of the Crues in Groton
was lonely, the childhood home of
Steams Kendall Abbott in Claremont,
N. H., was the merest existence.
There, in 1339, he was added to an
already large family.
It was a very sordid existence; It
brothers and sisters were still pale
and hollow-cheeked. Everybody there
needed the commonest necessaries ol
life, so Stearns Kendall Abbott, the
youth, more self-reliant and energetic
than Stearns Kendall Abbott, the
child, went forth to obtain them, not
caring greatly how he obtained them
so long as he succeeded. He broke
into a small store and was possessing
himself of its money when the coun
try constables arrived and possessed
him. For his offense he served six
years in Concord prison.
Thence he went into the army for
service against the confederacy. Some
body cheated him out of his bounty
money, and he deserted in Hartford,
Conn. He was at once confronted by
the problems of feeding and clothing
himself, and he followed his bent
One day he espied a mail bag without
protection. He stole the United
States property, opened It and ap
propriated its contents. But they
caught him and sent him to jail for
five more years.
Long Career of Crime.
He was used to that sort of life by
this time; and he was unused to any
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was almost w-orse than nothing. In a
general way the boy knew, as he grew
older, that other boys here and there
enjoyed three nourishing meals a
day, and slept in beds by themselves
and had enough clothing to keep them
warm. Yet it seldom occurred to him
to think much about other boys in this
world, because he was always con
cerned with the problem of satisfying
his hunger and his craving for warmth.
At the age of 14 he went to Lowell
to obtain employment. But he was a
very helpless waif, who lacked every
bettering influence, who was thorough
ly cowed—a hopeless waif whose des
tiny was nine-tenths death or degra
dation and one-tenth honest livelihood.
He failed to get a job at once. He
could furnish no references, and the
factories needed no small boys. He
fell among disreputable men, who told
him how to make money with ease.
One companion of the waif from Clare
mont explained that If he forged an
order for $15 he could secure the
money without any danger and
promptly lose himself In some other
city. The boy was without any an
swering argument. Indeed, the plan
appealed to him, for he lacked many
necessities of life. So he made out
an order on a firm for $15, for work
done, presented it at the cashier’s of
fice, obtained the money, divided it
with his adviser, and then went to an
eating house and fed heartily. The lad
was suddenly wealthy.
Given State Prison Term.
But the swindled tradespeople gave
the police an excellent description of
the thief, and the police caught him.
He could only say that he had needed
the money badly, and had taken the
advice of an older man. He couldn’t
tell them, however, that he had never
had a fair chance. Lacking the vocab
ulary, he could not tell them one
tenth of ais sordid childhood. No
body defended him. He went before
the court and received a sentence of
30 months. Then they took him away,
not to a reformatory, but to state
prison.
He served his time, and left the
prison a jail-bird for life. His first
destination was his home. He wished
to see Claremont, even though he
were a jail-bird and his home a
wretched blur on the rural landscape.
He found nothing changed. His moth
er was still suffering patiently: his
! other kind, save existence In a pov
erty-stricken home. Thereafter one
offense succeeded another. He stole
a horse and buggy, and served a re
sultant sentence of four years in
Charlestown; he embezzled $2^0 and
returned to Charlestown for two years
more. Later he entered a house in
Manchester, N. H., and stole $17. For
this crime he spent three years in the
New Hampshire state prison. He was
now 42 years old, his terms of con
finement aggregated 22 years, and he
was known as an habitual criminal.
Steams Kendall Abbott was in Gro
ton on the 17th of January, 1880. He
was only a month and a half out of
Concord prison, and presumably was
trying to obtain employment as a
wood carver. This was his trade—
his prison taught trade—and he was
a capable man.
From house to house Constable
Reed, of Ayer, traced his movements,
until at last he located him in East
Weare, N. H. The prisoner denied
the crime. He said that he had never
known Mrs. Crue, and had never seen
her. He told the court that he left
Groton during the afternoon of the
17th and went to Boston, where he
spent several hours in a house of ill
repute. But he couldn’t corroborate
his statements. Witnesses located
him in the Crue house; a chain of cir
’cumstantial evidence held him firmly.
Death Sentence Commuted.
He was sentenced to be hanged, and
from his window in the jail he
watched them building the scaffold.
Wendell Phillips and others became
interested in his case, and urged Gov.
Long to commute the sentence. At
first the governor refused, but when
one of the chief witnesses against
Kendall, Jennie Carr, admitted herself
a perjurer respecting part of her tes
timony—respecting a denial of her
motherhood—Gov. Long reprieved the
condemned man and ordered that he
spend the remainder of his days in
the state prison.
That was 25 years ago. Twenty-five
years ago they wrote the last record
against the name of Stearns Kendall
Abbott—“life prisoner for the murder
of Maria L. Crue, of Groton.” It was
j the concluding chapter of one of the
I most stirring murder stories of west
! era Middlesex county. It was also
the aftermath to the prisoner’s hope
i less childhood.
Education Docs Dot
Change Woman’s peart
i a 1 . .jrajs
By MARGARET ANGLIN.
The claim has been
made that higher edu
cation for women chills
the heart in livening the
intellect, that the devel
opment of the intellect
along the pathways of
c u It u r e and higher
thinking makes women
cold and cynical m re
regard to human emotions. We are told that the super-educated col
lege woman is incapable of being swayed by the same deep feelings
as the child of nature who knows not the meaning of psychology
and to whom ethics and the subtleties of philosophy are reduced to
the primitive conception of right and wrong.
I doubt this very much. The woman of high education or the
professional woman feels the same forces swaying her, but she knows
how to control them.
What higher education and the professional life do for woman,
however, is to eradicate the ostentatious display of feeling so long
recgarded as neccesary for the “womanly woman.”
The power to repress the emotions has no effect upon the ability
to exnerience them. Convention and good breeding necessitate self
restraint, but the woman who can control her feelings and whose
breeding and education have taught her that unnecessary display of
feeling is vulgar experiences them just the same.
It is this poise of the woman of culture and intellect, of business
ability and professional standing, which gives rise to the complaint
that she is not capable of human sympathy and emotion.
Higher education, culture and the broader life that has been
opened to women in the last quarter century have done more toward
the development of real human sympathy and feeling than all the arti
ficiality and affectation of the years before.
There is no reason why the holiest of emotions should not be ra
tional, nor is there any reason why woman’s power of feeling be placed
upon the basis of absence of higher education.
The drama which reflects the emotions of real life is not confined
to the realms of the untutored to find its examples of great emotions.
The development of intellect and the influence of culture and ex
perience in professional life teach woman the law of relative values.
Emotion is too valuable a thing to be trifled with, and, unlike the
shallow creature who, under a cloak of hypocrisy, gives vent to riotous
emotion, the woman of higher education places a true value upon
expression.
Higher education cannot kill real feeling in woman; sympathy,
love and affection do not need primitive or elemental expression to
be sincere.
SELECTED RECIPES.
HOW TO MAKE MANY PALATABLE
AND INEXPENSIVE 80UPS.
All Tastes May Be 8uited With Either
Vegetables or Meats—Cream of
Pumpkin 8hould Be a
Favorite.
CREAM OF PUMPKINS.—Cut In
dices one inch square three to four
pounds pumpkin; boil in water till ten
der; strain, and put the liquor in a
saucepan with four tablespoonfuls but
ter, one teaspoonful sugar, and a lit
tle Balt; heat, then add two quarts
boiling water. Stir well, and serve
with some fried toast.
CONSOMME WITH RICE.—Wash
one tablespoonful rice and boil in wa
ter until soft; let drip, and cool with
cold water; then let drip again. Warm
ttqo quarts stock or consomme, and
when ready to serve put rice in soup,
which must not be allowed to boil
again.
MACARONI.—Break two ounces
macaroni in one-half inch pieces, cook
in boiling water, and proceed as for
consomme with rice.
OXTAIL SOUP.—Cut one oxtail in
one inch pieces; boil in water until
tender; let drip, and remove grease
and small bones. Put in a saucepan
with two or three quarts bouillon, one
half glass Madeira, one onion, one car
rot, and some thyme and laurel; let
the whole cook for three hours. Pour
the bouillon through a strainer into
another saucepan; take oft floating
grease; add one-half glass Madeira
and a little red pepper; cook awhile,
and when ready to serve, add while
stirring, one tablespoonful cornstarch
mixed with one glass cold bouillon.
Serve in tureen in which the pieces
of tail have been placed.
BARLEY SOUP.—Wash three table
spoonfuls barley, and let stand one
half hour in cold water; let drip, drop
into boiling water, and cook until soft.
Let drip, cool with cold water, and
drip again. Put the barley in a sauce
pan with two quarts stock and cook
for one hour. When ready to serve,
beat together one yolk, one glassful
cream, one tablespoonful butter; add
little by little, while stirring, some of
the soup; then pour the mixture in, all
the time stirring, but do not let the
soup boil again.
CREAM OF FOWL.—Take one hen
or chicken and cook for two hours in
two quarts of water with one-half veal
or beef knuckle, one onion, one carrot,
and one stalk of celery. When the
chicken is very tender, let it drip and
strain the stock through a clojh. Re
move chicken meat from bones, set the
fillets (tenderlions) aside, and pound
the remainder of the flesh in a chop
ping bowl. To the pounded flesh add
the stock little by little, while beating,
and pass the resulting pulp through a
strainer to obtain a rich liquor. Melt
in a saucepan two tablespoonfuls but
ter with one and one-half tablespoon
fuls flour, into which pour the liquor;
let it become hot, but not boiling.
When ready to serve, add the chicken
fillets, cut into small dice.
CARROT SOUP.—Cut six carrots in
small dice and cool in saucepan with
some butter and a chopped onion.
Add, while stirring, one tablespoonful
flour and two to three quarts stock
or water, and cook slowly for one hour.
Pass through a strainer and when
ready to serve add one tablespoonful
butter and one and one-half tabled
spoonfuls cooked rice.
white Sidney bean soup.—
Cook one pint white kidney beans in
salted water with one sliced onion.
When well cooked, strain. Heat in
saucepan with two or three quarts
stock or water, and when ready to
serve add two tablespoonfuls butter.
Serve hot with small pieces of dry
toast.
VEGETABLE SOUP.—Mince one
eighth cabbage, one carrot, one potato,
one-half turnip, one-half onion, and
some celery; wash and let dry. Put
the minced vegetables in saucepan
with two to three quarts water and a
little salt; boll for one and one-half
hours. When ready to serve add one
glass milk, one tablespoonful butter,
and some pieces of toast.
VELVET SOUP.—Boil two or three
quarts of milk or stock, and add one
tablespoonful cornstarch mixed with
a glass of cold water, milk, or stock.
Boil for five minutes; then add two
whole eggs, beaten with one glass
milk, and two tablespoonfuls butter.
POTATO SOUP. — Fry one-half
minced onion until light brown, add
two to four minced potatoes, and fry
a little more. Add two quarts bouil
lon or water and boil for 20 minutes;
strain, and put the puree back in the
saucepan. When ready to serve, add
one glass cream, mixed with one table
spoonful butter, not allowing the soup
to boil again.
How to Take a Short Rest.
When tired bodily go to your room,
loosen all your clothing, darken the
lights and lie down fiat on your back
with two or three pillows under your
head. Be comfortable. In half an
hour you can rise and dress, feeling
thoroughly rested.
If not convenient to go to your room
and lie down you can rest your nerves
by taking the half hour nerve rest.
Ton will need a cup of very hot and
very weak tea. You will require a
hammock and you ought to have a
bunch of roses. With these you can
manage nicely. Rest, smell the roses,
sip your tea and let the hammock
drift. In half an hour your nerves
will be rested.
His Bait Good Enough.
Keeper—Hi, boy! You can’t fish
here without a permit.
Boy—Well, I’m getting on well
enough with a worm!—Tit-Bits.
Given Due Warning.
On an ash tray which has reached
England from Germany is the follow
ing: ‘'Defilement of the room by ash
of cigars is forbidden to the severest.
Any one who. notwithstanding, m.to.
guilty of such a one will be punished
Irrevocably by house arrest”
From Vladivostok for Europe.
Once every week a perfectly
equipped express train leaves Vladi
vostok for Europe. The Journey to
Berlin may be comfortably made in
leas than 14 days and to Paris or
London in 16 days.
CAUSE OF SUDDEN GRAY HAIR.
If Barber Is Right Many Romantic
Stories Are Disproved.
The barber applied the rich brown
dye with a fine tooth comb, combing
it evenly into the grizzled locks of
the old man.
“Hair dye, sir,” he said, "plain, un
varnished hair dye. is the base of
that absurd fallacy about people turn
ing gray in a single night
“If you investigate those yarns, you
find that invariably they concern per
sons in prison. Orslni, pining in jail,
had his hair go back on him. Marie
Antoinette, languishing in a cell,
found the deep hue of her hair chang
ing to an ugly gray. Raleigh, im
prisoned In the Tower, developed
grayish streaks with incredible speed.
“The secret of all that, my dear
air, is this:
“These prisoners, in order to con
ceal their gray hair, dyed it, using a
poor sort of dye, one of those sorts
that have to be applied every day or
two. In prison, naturally, they could
not get hold of this dye, and hence
their locks whitened at a miraculous
rate. When people said of them, pity
ingly, that their terror or sorrow had
turned their hair gray in a single
night, they acquiesced themselves in
the deception, for is it not embarrass
ing—I leave it to you, sir—is it not
embarrassing to explain to the world
at large that one uses hair dye?”
TINDER BOXES STILL IN FAVOR.
Old-Fashioned and Cumbersome, But
Always Reliable.
A man was buying a camping out
fit. The dealer, as he packed the;
camp stove, said:
“And shall I add a tinder box as
well?”
“A tinder box?” exclaimed the '
SHOWS THE EFFECTS OF PAIN.
Machine Gives Good Object Lesson t«
Brutal Drivers of Horses.
A new branch of science heralds
its own appearance in Paris. It is
named Dolorimetry, and its function
is the “measurement" of dynamics
of pain by material means. The proc
ess is the invention of M. W. Serieyx.
who has moved to study the subject
by the terrible extent to which cruelty
toward horses is daily witnessed in
the Paris streets, says the Philadel
phia Record His theory is that,
though French drivers and others in
charge of horses are brutal toward
the animals, they are really more
stupidly ignorant than malignant, and
he has developed Dolorimetry as a
means of giving them the evidence of
their own eyes of the grave physical
effects of cruelty. The dolometer
shows that the dynamic force of a
sharp cut with an ordinary carter’s
whip is equal to about 285 pounds,
and that a vigorous jerk at the reins
puts a pressure of about 305 pounds
on the horse's head. M. Serieyx
thinks that if they can be made ac
quainted with these figures horsemen
will be more careful.
TRAIN AND THOMAS CARLYLE.
Two Men Much Alike in Eccentricities
of Genius.
Rummaging through a waste of old
papers and letters the other day I
came across a stack of correspondence
from George Francis Train in yellow,
red, blue, black and green pencil, up
and down, criss-cross, zig-zagged,
steps and stairs, road to Jericho, over
and under, lined and interlined, con
tracted, abbreviated, etc.—anything to
puzzle the recipient. Train Imitated
Carlyle more than he did any other
man, living or dead, because Carlyle’s
OLDEST PROTESTANT CHURCH IN AMERICA.
The oldest Protestant church in America, the Church of the Pilgrims,
celebrated its tercentenary on August 1 at First church, Plymouth, Mass. This
is the historic church of the pilgrim fathers. It was founded by the Puritans
who came to America in the Mayflower.
camper. “Of course not. I am after
camp things, not curios.”
“Campers, explorers and big game
hunters, neverthless, often include a
tinder box among their luggage,” said
the dealer. “A tinder box is cumber
some. troublesome, old-fashioned—
that can’t be denied—but it is relia
ble. In a damp climate, in a flood,
where matches may go back on you,
a tinder box will never fail.
“There is a regular trade in tinder
boxes, and there is a town in Eng
land, the town of Brandon, that de
votes itself wholly to the manufac
ture of gun flints and tinder box flints.
These antique devices are sold in the
more rural parts of Spain and Italy,
and, as I said before, explorers, camp
ers and big game hunters often in
clude them in their outfits.”
Flowers Claimed by States.
Not all the states have a state flow
er, find the authenticity in many cases
is doubtful. One list gives Alabama
the goldenrod; Arkansas, apple blos
com; California, poppy; Colorado,
purple columbine; Delaware, peach
blossom; Florida, japonica; Idaho, sy
ringa; Indiana, cornflower; Illinois,
rose; Iowa, wild rose; Louisiana, mag
nolia; Maine, pine cone; Michigan, ap
ple blossom; Minnesota, moccasin;
Mississippi, magnolia; Montana, bit
ter root; Nebraska, goldenrod; New
Jersey, the sugar maple tree; North
Carolina, chrysanthemum; Oklahoma,
the mistletoe; Oregon, the grape;
Rhode Island, violet; Texas, blue bon
net; Utah, sego lily; Vermont, red
clover; Washington, rhododendron.
habits were so much like his own in
clinations. Carlyle rarely spoke to a
grown person in public, but he always
' recognized little children and filled
them with nuts and candies, creams
apd toys. A poor little woman keep
ing a confectioner’s shop tell3 how
rich she got selling sweetmeats to that
“strange old gent.”—“Tipp,” in N. Y.
Press.
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Got Alonp Without Exercise.
Rev. William Davies, a Hereford
(England) vicar, died some years ago.
For 35 years he took no more exer
cise than was involved in walking
from one room to another; he was a
hearty eater, with a marked weakness
for such appetizing things as hot but
tered rolls (he always had them for
breakfast) and roast pork, and he
could make away with a bottle of
port wine after dinner. And yet he
never had a day’s illness during all
these years, was the picture of health,
and full of spirits and energy, and
he lived to enjoy a hearty meal on his
one hundred and fifth* birthday.
The Forty Winks.
Some people have the gift of sleep
and others haven’t. The secret of
more than one notable instance of
beautiful mothers and grandmothers
is acknowledged to be due directly
to the power of sleep, to take a quiet
little nap at any time of the day, when
a busy afternoon or long evening is
before them. It really Beems, then,
one of the cleverest attainments open
to the eternal feminine, this capacity
of capturing 40 winks whenever she
pleases.
COUNTRY’S TIMBER IS DISAPPEARING.
Map Showing Distribution of Timber, Eaetern Half of United States.
If the cutting down of our forests continues unabated, what are we going
to do for lumber 20 years hence? This is a question now beginning to assume
a serious aspect, and those who, a few years ago, considered our forests inex
haustible. we now realizing the danger of the situation. It 1b conservatively
estimated by government experts that there now stand in the United States
in the neighborhood of 1,475,000,000,000 feet of lumber, but that 45,000,000,000
feet of it are being cut every year.