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» WM No. Volume xxiii. Helena, Montana, Thursday, August 15, 1889. <FV R. E. FISK D. W. FISK A. J. FISK. Publishers and Proprietors. Lirgest Circulation of any Paper in Montana -0 Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY °HEKALD : Or;e Year, (lu ntl vance)....-.........................83 00 pix Months, (In advance) ............................... I 75 Three Months, (In advance)........................... 1 00 When not paid for in advance the rate will be Four Dollars per yearl Postage, in all cases, Prepaia. DAILY HERALD: (',t v Hubscrihers,deli vered by carrier 81.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 Six Months, by mail, (In advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 If not paid in advance, 812 per annum. 1 Entered at the Postollice at Helena as second class matter.) 4^ Ail communications should be addressed to FISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. THE OLI> WIFE. }ij- the l>ed the old man, waiting, tat in vigil sad and tender, Where his aaed wile lay dying, and the twilight shadows brown Slowly from the wall and window chased the sunset's golden splendor, Going down. "Isis ni*ht?" she whispered, waking (for her spirit seemed to hover Lost !>ctween the next world's sunrisa and the bedtime cares of this), And the old man, weak and tearful, trembling as he bent above her, Answered, "Yes." "A re Die children in?" she asked him. Could he tell her? All the treasures tf their household lay in silence many years be neath the snow; I ut her heart was with them living back among the toils and pleasures. Long ago. And again she called at dew-fall in the sunny summer weather, "Where is little Charlie, f ther? Frank and Robert—have they come?" "They are safe," the old man faltered; "all the children are together. Safe at home." Then he murmered gentle soothings, but his grief grew strong and stronger. Till it choked and stilled him as be held her « rinkled hand. For her soul, far out of hearing, could his fondest words no longer Understand. Ptill the pale lips stammered questions, lullabies and broken verses, Nursery prattle, all the language of a mother's loving heeds. While the midnight round the mourner, left to sorrows bitter mercies. Wrapped in weeds. There was stillness on the pillow—and the old man listened, lonely— Till they led him from the chamber, with the burden on his breast. For the wife of sixty years, his mnnhoou's early love and only. Lay at rest. "Fare you well !" he sobbed, "my Sarah; you will meet the babes before me; 'TIs a little while, for neither can the parting long abide, For you will come and call me soon, I know— and heaven will restore me To your side." It was even so. The springtime, in steps of win ter treading. Scarcely shed its orchard blossoms ere the old man closed his eyes, And they buried him by Sarah, and they had their "diamond wedding" In the skies. —The Church Union. HOME. To-day she held a plrture in her hand. Ah, if that face once haunted her in a dream, What then? It was a face to draw all eyes, So glorious the brow, so sweet »he mouth With its proud curve, that could be firm at will. Their friendship? It wss naught. They scarce had met The half score of times—at dance or play. He thought not of her. There was one afar, Beyoi d the sea's blue breadth, a gentle girl. To whom his all of faith and love was pledged, And he was not of tbose who pledges break. But once 'mid a waltz 'twas » hispered her That he, the stranger in a strange land, In an hospital's fever-ward lay ill, ' ^ ry \ And in his wanderings asked e'er for her. 1 Not that he eared. 'Tis knorn the mind oft thus, Swayed by delerium, fixes on that It never rests upon in saner mood. But jui t because it was the suff'rer's wish, A little spa- e, and she, in quiet gown, Sat while a dark-iobed sister, pure of face, Told her all gently of the sick man's state, And after led her to his sleeping form, There knelt she till the dark, sad eyes unclosed And looked upon her face—not in surprise. But quiet earnestness. Then, while a smile Of rapture past describing swept across His face, he murmered goftly one word, "Home!" Then closed the ej es that saw not earth again— "Heme"—dearest home and best! Oft did she muse On that syllable of dying lips. O, did he see, as she believed, that land— That country fair. l>eloved of earth-sick eyes. Or was he in that moment mirage-bleat By one last sight of scenes beyond the wave— Faces of mother, sister, sweetheart, all His heart held deari? What heav'n was "home" that hour?" HOW PITIFUL! HOW POOR! A little child in a city street, With ragged clothes and with shoeless feet, With hungry eyes and with hungry face, A withered leaf on t» e tree of race! With plaintive tones she pleads for more— For crusts, and crumbs, to fill her store! How pitiful! How poor! A lady fair in a sumptuous home. With gems and jewels she calls her own. With servants at hand, with servants to wait, With all the glitter of style and state! She lives for self, and for nothing more. Ami small and mean is her spirit's store! How pitiful! How poor! A tattered tramp on a dusty road. The careless wor d his cold abode, His hope all gone and his manhood lost, A wreck afloat and tempest-tossed, An aimless life and nothing more, For naught can save ambition's store! How pitiful! How poor! A millionaire in official place, A pompous mien and a haughty face, A love of power, a will to reign Rules a 1 his thoughts with cruel pain. A slave he is and nothing more, W ho sells his soul for such a scanty store! How pitiful! How pooi! 8TEEN 8 TY 8. is maiden's twilight revere : 1 cliHir beside the gr8 nlly I medit8 present single stS; If relentless F8 >r me a loving m8— ms have haunted me ox 18, . which I would tele8, ear; but its precious fr8 days to fascinS, at a rapid r8. . 7 you' hs, who need not w s g to be a tempting b8 he fish that pass your g8, not condescend to pr8 would not reciproc8 ring hopes our hearts lnd s , ; us to apprec!8^ privilege of d8j do not contempIS ^ g what 'tis woman's t8 nd never desee8; o man could compcnsS; t joke and aggrav8 gs In this tender str8 ■ chance would extirpe, t the opposite of li8 re six chances out of 8. BRYSON HANGED. The Murderer of Anna Lundstrom Pays the Penalty for flis Fiendish Grime on the Gallows. The Weight Palls at 10:52 A. M., His Neck is Broken and in Eleven Minutes He is in His Coffin. He Dies Protesting His Innocence and Faces Death With Remarkable Courage. An!Affecting Letter to His Child and His Dying Statement as Read From the Gallows Portraits of the Criminal and His Victim With a Complete History of the Celebrated Case. THE NIGHT BEFORE. Preparations for Bryson's Execution— Helenaites on the Scene—Bry son Writes to His Daughter. Boulder August 9. — | Special.] — A small delegation of Helenaites arrived last evening to witness the execution of Bryson. Detective Walters and Officer Best repre sented the official department and Harry Collins and Louis DeLestry the press. There are also alderman Donnelly, Herman Richter, and C. B. Nolan. Shortly after the arrival of the Helena train Bryson's father arrived with sheriff Halford to see Bryson. The interview lasted about twen ty minntes. The elder Biyson rt quested A PRIVATE INTERVIEW with his son but the sheriff refused it, and referred him to Judge Blake, who was tel egraphed to, but stated he bad no authori ty to act. The preparations were all com pleted yesterday. THE GALLOWS CONSTRUCTED is of the simplest kind, consisting of two nprights and cross bars. The rope runs through a pulley on the cross bar and is at tached to the drop-weight. The con demned man will stand on the bare ground and be jerked into the air by the drop of the weight, his neck to be broken by the rebound. The sheriff's officer will stand out of sight behind a boarded screen while cut ting the rope holding the weight. The rope has been completely stretched by 400 pounds for several days. Bryson is SPENDING HIS LAST HOURS qnietly but nervously, still anticipating the commatatioD. He requested Sheriff Hal ford to sit np till 12 o'clock, so that a mes sage from the Governor might be received promptly. His request was granted will ingly. Abont 8 o'clock Rev. Guiler and Mrs. Reeves appeared at the jail to con duct prayer services, in which Bryson par ticipated. Alter that he again asserted his innocence and expressed great hopes for a commutation He then prepared a written statement, reviewing his case and compar ing the evidence on both both trials, and also wrote his theory of the murder to be published later. The jailor brought him some oranges. He talked freely with him, saying he was looking for a "hoist," bnt if the other way, so mnch the better. He then sent the other prisoners some cigars, telling them to smoke heartily. A LETTER TO HIS CHILD. Bryson then penned the following letter to his daughter: Boulder, Mont., Angnst 8th.— To Miss Maud Chase Bryson: Dear Daughter —I am writing this letter to you in a far distant land where all are strangers to me; where they judicially murdered me, your father, for another man's crime. Yon don't re member me as yon was too yonng to re member me when yon saw me last Your mother may teach yon to hate my memory bat don't do it, Maad, for jast as sore as there is a God in heaven, jast so sure am I an innocent man. The reason I write this letter to yon, Maud, is because I want you to know me as I am not as others have painted me. The reason I left yonr mother will never be known to any living person ia this world, for I took her for good, better or worse. I don't think 1 ever said an unkind word to her in my life nor raised my hand in anger. Still I left her. It may all have been a fatal mistake, bnt it is too late to rectify in this world. At the same time cherish a love for your mother. Norse her when old, and never say an unkind word to her. Have heaven for yonr gniding star, God for yonr spiritual adviser and never depart from the path of virtne and righteousness. Should yon marry, let yonr choice follow the gen tleman. Be careful what kind he is. Let him be honest, sober, courageous, upright and aboveboard in all actions. Try him well, and if yon find him wanting in any these principles, discard him try another. Standing on the brink of the grave as I am at the present time I thought it proper to write this letter to yon, for I love yon with a love bordering on frenzy. This letter is of and to be delivered to yon years after written, for yon are scarcely six years of age and don't know right from wrong. Ten years later, when it is delivered, yon will have good sense, etc. Would to God you never conld have known my sad fate, bnt yon will have heard it, I am positive, long be fore this reaches yon. I know you'd feel unhappy if yon thought me gnilty. Know ing this, Mand, you'll believe me. As I am abont to be nshered into the presence of my Maker, I wouldn't lie to you. Yonr grandfather will deliver this to yon. At the same time he'll give yon a photo of me, which I know you'll be glad to receive. This is my dying request: If you can help assuage in the fntnre yonr grandfather's broken heart, do so. Be kind to him, love him and on the day when grandfather de parts this life (may it be far distant) be it yoar band that cools his heated brow and noble head. Perform many little acts of kindness necessary to an invalid. Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the pres ent. It is thine. Go forth into the shadowy future with the courage of a brave heart. Live for tbose who love you. For those whose hearts are irue. For the heaven that smiles above, And the good that you can do. With these phrases I dose, hoping and praying God, as he deemed pleased to re move me as yonr protector, that he'll in infinite mercy look down npon yon, gnard yon from evil temptation and shield yon from all affliction and misery. May we meet,in[heaven. Yonr affectionate father George Duncan Bry'son. p. s.—Maude, be a Christian, meet me in Heaven and all will be well. Don't get to love things of the world too mnch. If you find that you love anything in the world that keeps yon from loving Jtsus, deny yourself that luxnry and put it to one side. Your Loving Father, Geo. D. Bryson. After writing this letter Bryson requested the sheriff to admit all wishing to see him. Many ladies called dnring the evening, li s father also paid hin another brief visit after which, at 10 o'clock, the jail was closed for the night. THE GOVERNOR SAY'S THERE IS NO HOPE. The' v night was spent qnietly, Bryson finishing his statement, after which, abont midnight, he'.asked a prisoner in the next cell to sing for him "The Song Lessons that I learned at Mother's Knee." Several other songs were sang and good nights said. Bryson's father called for a final inter view at 8 a. m. to-day, at which time a message " was * received from Governor White 'stating that there was no hope. Bryson]seemed resigned to his fate. His interview with his father lasted over an honr and was! carried on in the French langnage. It pertained to family matters purely. So far Bryson does not show aDy signs of weakening. THE DEATH WARRANT. Boulder, f August 9,10 a. m.—[Special] —Bryson (made a final disposition of his chattels, giving them to his father. Rev. Wickes^and Mrs. Reeves came at 10 o'clock for the final religious services. The Gov ernor's dispatch was first read to Bryson, after which Sheriff Halford read the death warrant'in the presence of Messrs. Harlow, Brown and DeLestry. Bryson greeted all with handshaking and spoke pleasantly to yonr reporter. He resumed his religious worship.*. He looks haggard and ghostlike. THE LAST SCENES. Bryson Addresses the People From the Gallows and Maintains his Innocence. Boulder, August 9.— 11 a. m.rSpecial.] A large! concourse of people thronged the jail the^ast honr to take a last look npon the condemned man. Leonard Pan, of the Salvation army, arrived and held a brief prayer, service. At 10:20 Bryson changed hia clothes for a sait sent to him from] Minneapolis. His father was still with him, bnt left promptly at 10.30, cry ing'bitterly. What passed between them will never be known. At 10.45 the march to the gallows commenced, led by Sheriff Halford. Bryson walked firmly, assisted by jailor Ellis. At the gallows he read the following statement in a load clear voice: BRYSON'S DYING STATEMENT. Boulder, Angnst 9, 1889 .—To the citi zens of Montana and the world: See the shadow of death hovering over me. See the instrument of death to be dealt ont to a stranger in yonr land. Over yonr hills I came with a friendless woman more than a year ago. That friend has according to all accounts gone to her lut resting place. Are yon positive ? No, yon are not. Is i* the friend I friend I left at the Montana Central depot in Helena? Can yon answer? Yon answer yes. Yon can prove it was her clothes by the marks, bnt whose body was in those clothes ? Was it ever identi fied ? Never. Why was I not called on to identify it ? Let them say it was Annie Lnndstrom and pass on to my guilt. Have yon any evidence to conclusively prove that the poor young man, standing before you to-day, committed the crime ? Yon have none whatever. Trne, yon have cir cumstances and suppositions that speak volâmes, bnt what do they prove ? Merely innendos. Can yon hang a man on snch evidence ? Evidently yon can without re morse. Yon take the evidence as gospel of people who have no regard for the truth whatsoever, the paid hirelings of the law. Take the evidence of Mrs. Hartwig and was Mixture, of two of the main witnesses of the prosecution. Do you believe them? Which of these stories do you believe? Her first at the preliminary examination or the one in the district court at this city? Or do yon believe all or any part of her evidence? Her first was that the defendant in this case came home abont 9:30 on the evening of Mrs. Lnndstrom'8 disappearance, lighted a lamp and commenced taking down the things off the wall and packing them in the trunks; also that he made considerable noise and she doubted very much whether I slept any all night, and as to the low talking she heard, she conld not really call it a qna rel. What does story No. 2 say? That the defendant in this case came home abont 10 o'clock, walked in, made no noise whatever, got up at an nnnsnal honr in the morniDg. When asked as to the lond talk, she stated with vehemence in her speech and look that it was anticipated, Tito Murderer. George Duncan Bryson. c oncentrated indignation. Can any sane man believe snch testimony and say you are not gnilty? She also identifies every prominent article in a straDgt r's trunk and says they were the woman's who disap peared. Mrs. Mixture does likewise; that white dress she made no one could make it; no one else wears a white dress; oh, no; □o 0D6 else has a sewingmachine that sews a stitch like her's. Where is the $5 bill Mra. Lundstrom left with her? Why was it not produced? Because she never left it with her. She did not have $5 to leave with her, and 1 did not have enough to give her money to bny a ticket to go to Batte. Now, let ns pass on to the evi dence of Detective N. P. Walters. GOING FOR THE DETECTIVE. He says he foand the articles "in the prospect hole on the morning of March 4th, along with other witnesses, who stated they were found in my possession after I left Helena for this city. Why does he go Bryson's Victim. iff o. WÈÈ2 B ESS Anna Lundstrom, up there with three or fonr men to do de tective work ? Because he put them there himself ; secured his hirelings to substan tiate his story and make an impression. How easy to take a ring and scratch the initials A. L. on it ! How easy to take those hairpins and pot them in the hole ! How easy to take that handkerchief and pnt it there ! How miracnlonsly easy to take that pocket-book at the time the body was fon nd a nd slip into his pocket. Yon will agree with me, gentlemen, that, had those things been in that hole October 1, 1888, they would have been found. Yon bave a sample of his testimony when he swore that I bought the ticket for Mrs. L. at the depot along with Anthony Knntz. Did we not have to pat their own attorney on the stand and contradict them to establish the troth ? I have never been to the pros pect hole in question, bat I bave common sense enough to know that Detective Walters committed perjury, and the good people pay such a scoundrel $1,500 a year. Did the defense not prove to yon without question that this woman was in company with another man below the depot and again with a man of the same appearance going in the direction of the hole on the evening she disappeared ? Did she not by the evidence of Mr. Chandler have clandestine and probably criminal meetings with the man described specifically as the one above ? Certainly she did. Did she ever inform her friend, myself.of it? No, she did not. Who is this man ? Is he the one who killed Annie Lnndstrom or not ? It seems to most any level-headed man that he knows something about her death. Take the hackman covered with blood from head to foot. Why does he leave town on the very evening she disap peared and has not been seen since? Were these two men in collusion with each other? Did they make the tracks leading to the hole where the body was found ? There mast have been two men in order to tie the woman's hands the way they were when found and secreted in the hole. REVIEWING DIXON'S ACTIONS. Who was the man or men who, as proved by the evidence of Mr. Wright, when the defendant in this case was in jail in Helena, took a pole ont of that hole, knocked the steps off and threw them fully 100 feet »'rom the hole and returned on the night previous to the body being foand and placed the pole back in its former place, I should judge to allay suspicion ? Does that man know who put that body there or Dot? Most nndonbtedly he does How did Mr. Doncan Dixon find that "Irijan," as he termed it? Can yon tell in short metre ? In less than two hoars after the reward was offered he finds what the whole town of Helena was baffled to find in three and almost four weeks. Oh, my friends, standing here as I do on the brink of the grave, tis monstrous to behol '. Innocent as I am, death is nothing, a mere whiff, compared to the brand of shame which falls on my child, my offspring, her whom I love next to God better U an all else in this world. Her image is engraved upon my heart never to be effaced only when it ceases to beat and then to carry it with me to heaven, to paradise. It is safe to say that I have been con victed on public sentiment. Do von call this a competent jnror when he says he has formed an opinion and that cpinion is adverse to the prisoner in the dock? Yonr statntes say nay. I had fonr jast snch jarors as that. Had they ! been true and honest men they wonld have asked the court to excuse one jnror when balloting as to the cause of death. Was there any evidence introduced to to show the most gullible the cause of death? None whatever. Gentlemen, yon have found yonr verdict npon this princi ple: A woman was killed; somebody had to suffer to satisfy the law; you picked a stranger np on yonr streets and said: We have not evidence enough to convict him, bnt hang he mast. PROTESTS HIS INNOCENCE. In conclusion I mast say that the Terri tory of Montana in hanging George Dnncan Bryson commits a judicial murder, breaks the hearts of the most noble father and mother in this world, pnd dishonors the most honorable name in Canadian history. Some day, God willing, God will clear np this mystery. He will no donbt reveal the gnilty ones, and they will be jnstly pun ished. How, gentlemen of the jnry, will yon feel when I am vindicated in this statement and my name shall be set forth as another victim of cir cumstantial evidence? Will this nation continue to convict men on the same prin ciple or will they hesitate? Time will tell. Le me say a few words as to THE PRESS OF HELENA, the Independent especially. I have yet to see a more bigoted, partisan newspaper. It stopped at nothing—even defaming my father and belittling him in the eyes of the public. The very first editorial introduced myself as a thief, burglar and highway robber, and to cap all, a murderer. It printed that article on the uncorroborated testimony of one Frank Griswold Ward, now a discharged employe of the Pacific Tea Company, in Minne apolis. How honest in principle mast have been that respected and re nowned man, the editor of the Independent. What an example of morality and upright ness—the former, who at the time he re ported^to the authorities at Helena, was selliug coffee at 25 cents a pound and pat ting 121 cents of the money received in his own pocket. Oh! people! you stand around me to-day, some ont of morbid cariosity, others oat of sympathy and others to do their Bworn duty. A SLIGHT ADMISSION. Take a little advice, strangers, avoid bad company.^ It has swayed nations, yet it has rained some; it has mined me and bowed»my head in shame. The only con solation I have that in any way consoles me is thejknowledge that in the fntnre my relations, thongh!smarting fiom the injus tice done me, will be grasped by the hand and greeted with the exclamation, "your brother was innocent and some day his honor will be ▼indicated", But the grandest consolation of all is that God has offered me his love and will so guide me in this dreaded honr through thatfnarrow path to his palatial abode, saved through the Lord Jesi s Christ, my savior and redeemer. Truthfully yours, (Signed) Geo. Duncan Bry'son. HIS NECK BROKEN. The straps were then'adjusted, the cap drawn over the prisoner's head and at 10:52 the drop fell with a loud thud. The body trembled perceptibly for about fonr min utes. The neck was broken. The execu tion passed off without a hitch of any kind. Bryson was pronounced dead in seven minute.^after the[drop fell. His body was cut down at 11:03 and placed in a plain casket. Bryson was cool throughout tbe entire affair, even more so than the officers and spectators. He will be buried here. Bryson's Life. George D. Bryson is the son of David Bryson, a gentleman living in comfortable circumstances at Hoosick Station on the line of the Grand Trunk railway in Canada. Of his early life there is little which would interest the public, as it was entirely un eventful. In 1881 Bryson married Miss Emma Chase, of Montreal. Shortly there after his wife fell heir to a sum of money from her mother. With this money Bry son opened a grocery store in the city of Montreal, but being posseesed of extrava gant habits, he soon succeeded in squander ing the little fortune and was compelltd to sell ont his store. Through his father's influence he was appointed station and express agent at Hoosick station. On the night previous to his leaving for Hoosick he broke into the store he had sold and carritd away what he thought sufficient to start housekeeping. He escaped the consequences of his crime and left for his new post, where he soon tired of the quiet life, and laid his plans to charge its current. He embezzled the funds of both railway and express companies and reported to their respective officers that the office had been bnrglarized. Chief Detective Flynn, of the Grand Trunk system, investigated the case and to Bryson's consternation re ported that suspicions fell on him. That same night Bryson decamped for Detroit, Michigan, and his wife lett for Port Col barn, Canada, where she told her friends what had occurred. She soon followed him to Detroit aDd joined him. In tbe mean time Bryson's father sold everything the son had left behind at Hoosick; made good his son's defalcation and the complaint was withdrawn. Hearing this Bryson ventured to retain to Canida and obtained a situation in a grocery Btore kept by a Mr. Smith at Port Colburn, who took a great liking to his new clerk and intredneed him to many people of good standing, bnt he soon left nnder a social cloud, Bryson managed to get a letter of recom mendation from his employer and left for Toronto, where he got employment as news agent on the mail steamers, bnt he was soon discharged from his position by reason of insults offered to lady passengers. Fall ing back on his letter of recommendation, he obtained a position in a clothing store in Toronto. A short time after his former employer, Smith, had occasion to visit Toronto on a purchasing trip and was sur prised to hear that his former clerk, whom he recommended, had absconded, taking with him all the cash receipts of the store for an entire week. This was early in 1883. For a brief period Bryson was lost sight of, bnt finally turned np in St. Panl. Hia smooth bearing soon obtained for him a position as traveling salesman for the New York Tea Company. He soon re peated his former larcenies and embezzled a large sum of money. This time he could not escape the penalty and on July 3d,1885, he was sent to tbe Stillwater penitentiary for one year and ten months, which sen tence he served and was released on Jan. 18.1887. He returned to St. Panl, and alternating between the Twin Cities served several short jail terms for crooked transactions. He had now entirely abandoned his wife and the child that had been born them, a girl five years of age. He managed to get wi rk in Minneapolis from the Pacific Tea Company bar soon embezzled another snm of money, which he returned, fearing an other prosecution. At St. Panl, in 1888, Bryson met Anna Lnndstrom. He quickly read her char acter and, playing on her vanity, he soon completely galled the woman into placing unbounded confidence in him. He never paid her any roem rent, and soon obtained $200 from her ander false pretenses. He went through the money, was arrested and sent to the work honse for sixty days. It was theD that he made his first thieats against the woman, whom he sought out as soon as his term expired. Under promise of marriage he induced her to sell out the Vulcan lanndry and start west to open np in some business. The woman, trusting him, complied, and a few days later they left for Helena, where the unfortunate woman met her tragic and untimely end. History of the Crime. Jast a year ago this month the crime for which Bryson died npon the gallows to-day was committed. So revolting were itsdetails and so horrible and fiendish the manner in which it was committed that ihe particu lars are still fresh in the memory of Helena people. After being warned of the proba ble arrival of Bryson in Helena the police officers first discovered him on Augnst 5th, 1888, living with Anna Lnndstrom, who passed as his wife, at the house of Mrs. Bennett on Bridge street. A few days later the pair moved to 514 Eighth avenue, where they rented a room from Mrs. Mix tur, who kept boarders. Among her ten ants were also Mrs. Trank and Mrs. Hart wig. Mrs. Bryson frequently talked to them of her troubles, and tbey soon knew that the pair had frequent quarrels. On the 20th of August, 1888, Bryson, who had been in the habit of getting money from Mrs. Bry son came borne and asked for some fnnds. The woman gave him 25 cents, at which he grew argry and a quarrel ensued, after which Bryson left the house. He returned about 2 o'clock in the afternoon ol the 21st and made np with his wife, whom he then asked to go out walking with him. Mrs. Bryson consented and told Mrs. Hartwig before she left that she was happy again, as she and her husband had made up and that she was going ont for a walk with him. They left the house together between two and three o'clock that afternoon. Mrs. Bryson wearing a light dress. Nothing indicated that they were going to be gone any length of time, as they left clothes and dresses hanging on the walls of their room, their tranks and furniture. That night about ten o'clock Bryson came home alone. He went to his room and lighted his lamp, which he kept burning all night. The other tenants could hear him woviDg around through the Dight, as though he was packing up. The next morning, August 22nd, Bryson went down town early and got a dray man to haul his trnnks to the Lenoir House, where he registered as J. D. Lundstrom, and was given room No. 50, where his trunks were taken. Oh leaving Mrs. Mixtur's house, he gave her some household goods, and said that his wile had told him to give them to her. He also said that his wife bad gone to Batte, and he was going there the same day. Instead ot doing that, however, Bryson remained in town, registering at the dif ferent hotels under different aliases or un der his own name, so secure was he in the belief that his crime could not be dis covered. Finally on September 17tb Bry Bon was arrested at a hotel at the Northern Pacific depot, his where abouts haviDg been discovered through shadowing Mrs. Flora Thompson, the woman who carried his mail to him. Sus picion that had been aroused by the disap pearance of the woman Lundstrom led to his arrest. He was tried before Judge J. G. Sanders, but took on the air of injured innocence. Although the Mayor bad offered a reward of $300 lor the discovery of Anna Lnndstrom and search had been vigorously prosecuted, nothing of a damaging character was developed against Bryson, who steadily refused to tell w'iat he had doue with the woman's trunk?, which had disappeared alter he went the Lenoir honse. Judge Sanders, however, spent much time in investigating the cai-e and, knowing something was wroDg by the erecrecy of Bryson and the mystery of the woman's disappearance, finally decided to hold Bryson for the grand jury, which sentence he pronounced on September 28th. Judge Sanders is entitled to much credit for this, as, had he discharged the prisoner, Bryson, would no doubt have made good his escape. Bryson remained iD jail until Monday, October 1st, when the two occurrences that led to his trial and conviction transpired. These were the finding of the body of Anna Lnndstrom in the prospect bole sonth of Helena and the discovery of her trunks in the express office at Butte. The dead body of the woman, evidently murdered, was fonnd by Duncan DixoD, a prospector, who searched for it in the hope of getting the Mayor's reward, which he subsequently obtained. The coroner's inquest on Octo ber 1st and 2d tally identified the remains and charged Bryson with the murder. The law then took its coarse. Bryson was in dicted and tried before Jndge McConnell at Bonlder in the district coart last March having been granted a change of venae from this county. On the 16th of March the jnry in his case after being oat sixteen hoars returned a verdict of mnrder in the first degree and Bryson was sentenced to the gallows. The prosecution of the case was ably carried on by Connty Attorney William Wallace Jr., who had represented the Territory in the first stages of the noted trial. S. A. Balliett, now Connty Attorney, was retained by the defend ant at tbe start and conducted his defense np to the last resort. He worked faithfully and ably for hia client, bnt the chain of circamstantial evidence was so strong against Bryson that nothing could break it. The prisoner's motion for a new trial came np before Jndge Blake in Helena and was denied. Bryson's attor nty then appealed to the Supreme Court, who last Saturday rendered their decision, affirming the action of the lower court and ordering tbe death sentence carried ont. Since then appeals to the Governor have been made for a com mutation of sentence, but the Executive remafted firm and refused to interfere; and to day the ca.-e was ended as above re corded by the death of tfie convicted mur derer on the gillows. A Peculiarity of Chickens. It is an Ohio man who now makes a ca rious discovery. Ho says if you go out to feed a flock of chickens and keep them waiting they will first flock about you and then begin a circuit around yon from right to left, and that no amount of interruption or maneuverirg will confuse or tarn them in another direction. The hen is an inex haustible source of studious contempla tion.