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Volume xxiii.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, August 15, 1889.
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}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
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.
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
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?"
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.
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
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.
Preparations for Bryson's Execution—
Helenaites on the Scene—Bry
son Writes to His
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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' 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
So far Bryson does not show aDy signs of
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.
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:
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
Now, let ns pass on to the evi
dence of Detective N. P. Walters.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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
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
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.
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

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