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STRANGE STORY OF
DR. OLIVER HAUGH
Searcher for Mysterious Drug
Becomes Its First Victim.
SEEMS TO PROVE THEORY OF DOUBLE PERSONALITY
Long Series of Crimes Which Are Charged
Against Man Now Confined in Dayton (O.)
Jail —Said to Have Murdered His Father.
Mother, Brother and Many Women.
Dayton, O. —The criminal record of
the country furnishes from time to
time cases of such striking character,
both as to the nature of the crime
and the peculiar and mystifying cir
cumstances connected therewith, that
they command more than passing in
terest, and require more detailed treat
ment than ordinarily would be wise
oi Justifiable.
Such is true in reference to the case
involving Dr. Oliver Crook Haugh,
confined in the jail here on the find
ing of the coroner, whose verdict
charges him with the murder of his
fa; her. Jacob Haugh; his mother,
Mary Frances Haugh, and his broth
er, Jesse Haugh, whose burned and
jnutilated bodies were found in the
ruins of their burned home on a farm
near this city.
Awful as this crime is, it is said to
t but the culmination of a bloody
career the story ot which is start
ling in its horrible details and
fascinating because of its mys
teries and fiendish ingenuities. It
took the red blood of his own kith and
kin to bring to light the details of the
dark chapter in the life of this man
who it is charged has been changed
by the use of drugs from a respecta
ble physician and student of medicine
into a veritable fiend, the counterpart
of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Mr. Hyde.
A Long List of Victims.
It is alleged by officers here that the
doctor got girls and women under his
Influence by the use of the same stupe
fying and degrading drugs which had
made him a victim, took what money
or property they had available, and
then he would continue to feed his
victims, it is believed, with the drug
until they succumbed to its power.
A score or more of women are al
leged to have come under his spell.
This is a partial list of women dupes
)f. Dr. Haugh as obtained by Dayton
police:
Mrs, Anna Eckley Haugh, his legal
wife living in Dayton with two chil
flrea.
Mrs. Mary Twohey. lived with
Haugh in Lorain and Lima; died In
|x>rain.
Mrs. Delia Patterson, living in En
glewood, Chicago, or Ludlngton, Mich.,
lived with Haugh in Suring, Wis., and
{Appleton, Wls.
Unknown woman who died at Lorain
Just before Mrs. Twohey was spirited
ghere to die.
Unknown woman in Toledo, O.
Unknown women in Stark county,
Huron county, Seneca county and
Lucas county.
It was about a year ago that Lulu
Mueller, of Cumminsviile, and Alma
Steinigeweg, of Winton place, Cincin
nati, were murdered. Their deaths
took place within 30 days of each
other. May McDonald, of Cincinnati,
was killed about this same time.
It has developed that Dr. Haugh was
in Cincinnati at that time and two
women who saw a man leaving the
spot where the mutilated body of Lulu
Mueller was found described him as
stooping, gray haired, shaking as if
palsied and with a glaze in his eye.
This description fits Dr. Haugh, as he
was on October 14, 1904, within a few
days of the girls’ death. On that date
Mrs. Mary Johnson, an old friend of
the Haugh family, refused him admis-
sion to her Cincinnati lodging house
because of his drug eating habits.
She especially noted his appearance.
The Cincinnati police are working
on the theory that Haugh may have
knowledge of the murder of these
three girls.
W. C. Parish, a brakeman on the
Baltimore & Ohio railway, was in Dr.
Haugh’s rooming house in Lorain the
night of February 16, 1904. He be
came ill and Haugh gave him treat
ment. Then he began growing worse
and was taken to the hospital, where
he died.
“I gave him medicine,” Haugh ex
plained when an ambulance called for
him. “But It doesn’t seem to have
done any good.”
The physicians thought Parish was
suffering with pneumonia and made no
investigation.
Dr. Haugh advocated the painless
killing of all aged and infirm people
and those suffering from incurable dis
eases while he operated in Hamilton, O.
Before the Transformation.
It is only five years ago that Dr.
Haugh was considered an authority in
the state of Ohio on the origin and
composition of drugs, and about his
laboratory there hung an air of mys
tery and fascination for the people of
Dayton, for he boastfully declared:
“I am at work on the evolution of a
drug, which in its perfection, will cre
ate anew era of science, anew order
of thought, and anew race of beings.
I will bring into the reality of day
something morp wonderful than
Stevenson in his wildest dreams ever
imagined. I will prove that which be
only suggested—the certainty that two
beings can exist in the one body, the
one blotting out the influence of the
other.”
In those days he had a pretty home
on the outskirts of the town presided
over by a comely, confiding little wom
an who was trappy In the thought that
her husband was on the verge of a
great discovery which would some day
startle the world of science.
The Unmnsjting.
But imperceptibly at first there
came a change over him. He secluded
himself more and more within his lab
oratory, and what at first the wife
thought were only the effects of close
study at last proved to be the violent
reactions of the drugs he had been
taking, for one day she rushed into the
house of a neighbor crying that her
husband, suddenly transformed into a
fiend, would kill her. It was no longer
the Dr. Haugh, whom his wife and the
public had known, but the monster,
Mr. Hyde, which his drugs had cre
ated. Henceforth he was to be under
the power and control of that other
self, that evil personality, -w'hich had
been created and fed by the drug he
had been experimenting with, hyosclne
hydrobromate.
The Dark, Mysterious Chapter.
And now begins the dark and mysteri
ous chapter in his career for which
officers of the law are trying to find
explanation in the long list of mur
ders laid at his door. And the long
limbed, loose-jointed, shambling fig
ure sits in his narrow cell alternate
ly crying for the drug which has
transformed his nature and brought
him within the shadow of the gallows,
and cursing the officers who have
placed him behind the bars. He seems
indifferent, nay, rather fiendishly glee
ful, over his plight, and in talking
about the crimes charged against him,
says:
“They say that I murdered my fa
ther, my mother and brother wdth
hyosclne for the sake of the money.
Then they say that when I have taken
enough of the hyoscine the man with
in me disappears, and Hyde is the
power. It seems as though I must do
something—destroy something. My
only recourse is to get out into the
street —out into the open country—
away from men and women, lest 1
murder them. It is possible for me to
have killed these people and know
nothing of it. It is possible for me to
have committed all the other murders
of which they accuse me, and in my
normal condition be in ignorance, for
in my normal condition I am another
man. All that I do know Is, that if
I die for these crimes, I shall have
at least established the proof of the
theory on which I have always insist
ed —that two beings, one of good, the
other of evil, may exist in the same
man. and in that respect at least I
shall have rendered a distinct service
to posterity.”
WILD DAYS IN ODESSA.
Drunken Policemen and Soldiers Run
ning Amuck Among the
People.
Here is a correspondent’s record of
the minor hooligan outrages of one
day in the city of Odessa recently:
“Shortly before sundown a drunken
member of a small military picket
staggered across to the edge of the
broad pavement, raised his rifle and
fired wildly at a passing dorsky carry
ing two women and a young girl. The
bullet missed its mark. An officer, at
tracted by the shot, rushed over, and
the drunken soldier ran as best he
could, after dropping his rifle, but was
brought down by a shot in the leg
from the officer. On the opposite side
of Cathedral place, 300 paces away,
about the same time, an intoxicated
policeman reeled out of a vodka shop
and commenced blazing about with his
revolver, one shot wounding a young
woman in the hand. He was shot dead
by a member of the nearest picket.
“Earlier in the day two small mer
chants returning through a busy thor
oughfare from the custom house were
stopped by hooligans and robbed of
everything. Thirty yards away stood
a picket of two soldiers and a police
man The indignant victims demand
ed to know why the picket did not
come to their assistance. One of the
soldiers replied it was none of their
business; they were there to control the
traffic only.
“Two other cases of robbery with
violence occurred in the afternoon
close to my residence, in the outer
triers of the city there were 17 similar
assaults and robberies. “ and between
nightfall and midnight about 20.• J®
three of the latter cases the military
pickets were the bandits. A little girl
of nine years, chased by the hooligan*,
was shot dead on her own doorstep.
Wild Hogs in California.
The ranchers of Shasta, Siskiyou and
Modoc counties, California, have begun
a war of extermination on wild hogs,
which are dangerously numerous and
raid the pens of the domestic swine
and kill them.
In Milan 30 per cent of the families
have only one room to live in; 70 per
cent have fewer than three roqms.
Unde Joseph’s
Visit,
By OWEN OLIVER
(Copy light, 190! , by Joseph I>. Bowles.)
My brother William and I were
pleased, of course, when we heard that
Uncle Joseph imposed to pay us a
visit in town. If one makes allow
ance for his countrified habits and
prejudices, he is a very pleasant old
gentleman—except for his temper.
He Is, unfortunately, very free in
making acquaintances; and there are
so many people in New York who are
ready to ingratiate themselves with a
rich old man for unworthy motives.
As his natural heirs it is our duty to
protect him from, such persons.
We went down to the train to meet
him, and warned him that he must be
very cautious of strangers during his
Stay in New York. When we took the
elevated Uncle Joseph sat next to an
elderly gentleman with a long, white
beard. We knew him by sight as Prof.
Lostoworl, the great authority on in
sects. He was so absorbed in a big
book that he seemed unconscious of
our presence, till Uncle Joseph made
some remark about bees, which have
always been a hobby of his. The pro
fessor pricked up his ears at once and
spoke to him. They talked all the way
up town. It would never do to let
Uncle Joseph think he could make ac
quaintances in this manner.
“My dear uncle,” I remonstrated
later. “He is a perfect stranger. For
all ytvu know he may be a bad charac
ter.”
“Nonsense!” he snapped. “A man
■who understands bees like he does
can’t have any harm in him.’
William shook his head. “If you
had our knowledge of life, my dear
uncle.” he began.
Uncle Joseph gave a fierce grunt.
“If you can prove anything against
that gentleman,” he said. “I’ll be
guided by you. If not I’ll ask you to
mind your own business in future.”
THEY 'TALKED ALL THE WAT OT
TOWN.
The next day we took Uncle Joseph
to the Natural History museum, where
he hoped to learn something about
cows. The museum is not an exhilar
ating place, and when he had spent
two hours prodding stuffed animals
and going into raptures over bee hives,
William and I went outside to have
a smoke while we waited for him.
After about half an hour he came out
at a run.
“My dear uncle,” I cried, “what is
It?”
“My dear uncle,” said William,
“what is it?”
He did not take any notice of our
questions, but waved his umbrella at
a passing hansom, bustled us in and
told the driver to drive fast. He stood
up and looked round the side till we
turned a corner. Then he squeezed in
between us.
“I regret, William,” he said, “that
I lost my temper with you the other
day.”
“Which time do you mean?” Wil
liam asked. He is, upon occasions,
lacking in tact.
“Do you insinuate that I am in the
habit of losing my temper, sir?” Uncle
Joseph shouted.
“William means that he cannot re
member any occasion, uncle,” I ex
plained.
“None whatever,” William ex
claimed, hastily.
“I mean about that confidence trick
man,” Uncle Joseph explained.
“A person to be avoided,” William
remarked.
“I think he’ll avoid me after this
morning,” Uncle Joseph stated.
“I hope you haven’t met him?” I
observed, hastily. It suddenly oc
curred to me that the professor was
likely to visit the museum.
“I’ve been talking to him for over
20 minutes, the villain! I don’t mind
owning that I might have been taken
in but for William’s warning. But 1
saw what he was leading me up to
with his talk about South African ants
and locusts and such things—the
scoundrel!”
“I trust you did not have any scene
With him?” William remarked.
“Not a bit of it! I just led him on
to think he was leading me on to his
confidence trick. I told him that I
was a judge of faces, and could tell at
a glance that he was a man to be
trusted. He said he could see that I
was. ‘You wouldn't dare to trust me
out of sight with your money,’ I told
him. He assured me that he would,
and gave me |IOO In gold to walk
around the building with. I promised
to trust him with |SOO of mine—when
I came back. When I go back! Ha,
ha. ha!”
“You’ve ato —taken his money?” I
gasped.
"Of course I have! Wouldn’t he have
taken mine?”
Ye—es; but it will be awkward If
he goes to the police about it.” Uncle
Joseph laughed scornfully.
“A man of that sort doesn’t go to
the police,” he stated. “If he did, Wil
liam could bear testimony to his char
acter, couldn’t you, William?”
“Ye—es,” said W'illiam, “but—” He
stopped and coughed.
“If people try to take me in they
can look out for themselves,” said
Uncle Joseph, firmly. He set his
mouth and planted his stick firmly on
the floor of the hansom. So we did
not pursue the subject.
He was very pleased with himself
all the rest of the day, and told the
story over and over to William and
myself. We did not say much till he
had gone to bed,
“There’s only one thing to do,” Wil
liam pronounced. “We must rake SIOO
together somehow and take it to the
professor. You’ve a great deal of tact
in these matters, James. If you were
to make up an explanation and call—”
“I’ll make up the explanation” I
promised, “but you’ll have to call.”
“No, no!” he cried.
“You must,” I insisted.
“I shan’t,” he said. “You must.”
“I wash my hands of it,” I told Wil
liam from the door.
After sleeping upon the matter, how
ever, I saw that it was essential to
save Uncle Joseph from the conse
quences of his rash action, for which
he was likely to blame me as well as
William.
“A man like that is capable of any
thing, my dear uncle,” I observed as
we were finishing breakfast. “He will
make up some plausible tale for the
police. I really think you had better
send William with the money.”
“Nonsense!” said Uncle Joseph.
“At any rate,” William suggested,
“I should advise you to remain indoors
to-day. It would be awkward if you
met him.”
“Umph!” Uncle rose and got his hat.
“As you are afraid, I will go out by
myself.” He went. William rose and
followed him.
“I’ll keep him out of mischief,” he
whispered, “while you go and see the
professor. You could explain that 1 5
is a sort of harmless lunatic.”
“I shall do nothing of the kind,” I
asserted.
Upon reconsideration I altered my
mind. It was William’s business, of
course, but I have, speaking with all
modesty, a certain plausibility, which
has not been given to him. So, just
after 11, I called upon the professor.
I was denied access to him at firaU
on the ground that he was engaged
upon his great work, “The Evolution
of Insect Intelligence.” A judicious
appeal (silver) to the intelligence of
the domestic overcame this objection
I spoke four times before he noticed
me, and even then he professed to have
forgotten the “loan,” as I called it,
though he recollected that he had been
talking to someone about it that
morning. (I thought it was probably
a detective.) However, he took the
money and gave me a receipt on a
scrap of paper scrawled all over with
sketches of abominable insects.
When I arrived home I found Wil
liam calmly smoking a cigar.
“Where is Uncle Joseph?” I de
manded. He smiled.
“You need not worry about him any
more, James,” he said. “I’ve squared
old Lostoworl. I made up my mind
just before overtaking uncle, and went
there instead. I don’t believe the old
boy remembered anything about the
transaction —in fact, he said so; but
he took the money, and —I don’t know
if you are aware how you are looking.
James; but if you’ll glance at the mir
ror —”
“I’ll see the next biggest idiot to
the one I see now,” I roared. “You—
you ass!”
“Such a statement,” ha protested,
“requires explanation.”
1 explained.
I had just finished explaining when
Uncle Joseph bustled in. He peered at
us over his spectacles. Then he
laughed.
“You’re worried about that $100,”
he suggested.
“Yes,” we agreed. He laughed again.
“Asa matter of fact,” Uncle Joseph
continued, “I happened to know that
William was mistaken about that gen
tleman. He is Prof. Lostoworl, the
great authority on insects; a man of
absolute integrity who has never taken
a penny that wasn’t his own—. What
did you say, James?”
“I —I meant—dear mo!” I apolo
gized.
“Since you were so ready to teach
me, I thought I would give you a little
lesson. I did not meet the professor
at the museum. My story was merely
a little joke! What did you remark,
James?”
“I merely said *OhU ” I told him.
I said a good deal more when I wa>
alone with William.

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