The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 18, 1895, Page 10

10 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, MONDAY, MARCH' 18, 1895. COT HER THROAT FROM EAR T0 EAR. CorRA EVERETT, A DIVE ACTRESS, WAS MURDERED WHILE SHE SLEPT. CHARLES RICE UNDER ARREST THE CoUPLE LIVED TOGETHER AND ‘WERE FREQUENTLY HEARD QUARRELING. Another tragedy was added to the al- | long list yesterday morning. Charles eil, alias Charles Inman, alias Charles | Rice, cut the throat of his mi: , Cora | Long, alias Cora Everett, or “La Belle | Cora,” as she was better known on the variety stage. | The couple came here from Sacramento | and went to live at | secured work at | e on Montgomery avenue, and did fairly well there. When the Elite dive, on the corner of Geary and | Dnpont streets, opened last Monday they | secured an engagement there, and both Cora Everett. [Sketched by @ “ Call” artist.] | times covered his k | statement had to be dragged outof him, ! tral Police Station and_charged with mur- der, while the hnd{xof the murdered woman vas taken to the Morgue. T At first Rice admitted his guilt, but later in'the day when he had had time to consult anattorney he denied having murdered the woman and asserted that the tragedy must have occurred daring a space of about forty minutes when he was out of the room. When seen in his cell yesterdav Rice said : “If the police say that 1 killed my wife they don’t know what they are talkin, about. I opened the door of our room an when I saw her with her throat cut I rushed out into the street and yelled for the police. That was not the action of a man_ who had committed a murder. Besides there was no blood on my handsor my clothes; which would have been there if I had done the deed.” “Whom do you suspect? Had she a lover?”’ ; “She was not 2 woman of that kind and I have no reason to suspect any one. I Jast saw and spoke to her forty minutes or so before I discovered her with her throat cut.” “How long have you been married to her?” “Well, we were not exactly married, but for the past six years we have lived to- gether as man and wife. She was an actress and her stage name was Cora Everett. 1 have a child by my former wife, who is dead.” He seemed nervous and excited and at is face with his hands. His as he said_his attorney had cautioned him to keep his mouth closed HER HUSBAND IS WANTED. THE PECULIAR CASE OF MRS. ALEXANDER OSTLIN AND HER Boy. THEY HAVE BEEN IN THE RECEIV- INe HosPITAL FOR OVER A WEEK. It looks as if Mrs. Alexander Ostlin has been deserted by her husband, although she is inclined to believe that he has been “shanghaied” or drowned. Her case is a sad one. She was recently sent to the pa asylum as she had shown signs of insanity. About a fortnight ago her husband, who was mate of the schooner Twilight. went to see her, and she pleaded so strongly with him to take her home as she was hungry to see her boy again, that he consented, and obtained permission from the asylum authorities to allow her to go on parole. They came to the city and secured rooms at the lodging-house, 115 Sixth street, their vear old boy being with them. On | Friday morning, March 8, Ostlin left the house but did not return at night as usual. Next day Mrs. Ostlin and her boy wandered acted their parts last Saturday night. They left the dive in company with Harry Conley about 1:45 o’clock Sunday morn- ing, and when they bade the latter “Good- by” on the corner of Sacramento and Kearny streets about a quarter of an hour later th »oth seemed to be in the best of spirits. When they reached their rooms on Broadway the people in the next room heard Rice upbraiding Cc n aloud and ‘ angry tone. No attention was paid to thi however, as it was no uncommon occur- rence for the couple to quarrel. The woman must have retired to bed. Rice took a razor and when Cora was asleep the | supposition is that he drew the razor s cut her throat from ear to ear. The wind- pipe and all the arteries were severed, so the unfortunate woman was unable to make any outery, and died in a few seconds. Rice, alias Inman, alias O'Neil, was formerly manager of Brown’s Theater in Sacramento. About six years ago he met Cora Long, who was then the wife of Jack Tong, a dive-keeper in the capital city. Cora deserts her husband and Rice de- serted his wife and boy. The two then joined company and came to San Fran- cisco. Long died about six months ago in Bacramento and Rice’'s wife died a short Oharles Rice. [Sketched by a “Call” artist.] time ago in the City and County Alms- bouse. His son is now in the St. Vincent's Orphan Asylum, San Rafael. “I don’t think Cora Everett and Charley Rice were married, although they lived to- ether as man and wife,” said Harry Con- ey, when talking about the tragedy yes terday. “I left the Elite Theater with them at 1: - ». and they were then in the best of spirits. At the corner of Sacra- mento and Kearny we all laughed and joked for a time and then separated. Cora iverett was about 42 years of age and has played on almost every variety stage in the State. with Rice, and as the latter was never di- vorced and his wife only died a few weeks ago they must have been married since then if at all. They worked in the Bottle Koenig Theater fora time and only went to the Elite last week. Rice was very jealous of the woman, but I never thought he would attempt her life.” | Hazel Thornton, who lives at 519 Green street, will be one of the witnesses at the inquest. She was a friend of the couple and worked with them in the Elite Thea- ter. She can tell something about their wvarious quarrels and will be able to throw some light on the tragedy. Cora and Rice bhad a tilt in_the theater last Saturday night, it is said, over the fact that she would persist in paying considerable at- tention to a young dude who was buying tamales and frijoles for the actresses A boarder at 634} Broadway said yester- day afternoon: ‘“My room adjoins that in which Everett and Rice slept. They quar- reled after reaching the house yesterday morning, and when the noise subsided T dropped off to sleep. Not one of us knew until aroused by the police whistle that the woman’s throat had been cut. Mrs. Smith, the landlady, lives in the back part of the house, and she did not know of the tragedy until this morning.” The attention of the police was attracted to the spot by the blowing of a police whistle. When Officer Conway arrived on the scene Rice gave himself up, saying he bad killed his wife. The razor with which the bloody deed was committed was found in the room and also two bloodstained handkerchiefs. He was taken to the Cen- She left her husband to take up | around in search of him and finally came | to the City Hall. She was acting so | queerly that a policeman took her and the | boy to the Receiving Hospital. There | they have remained ever since, but Ostlin | has not called to see them, nor | his friends seen him since Saturda; 4 | when he drew his pay. He is well known along the water front, and at one time was | master of the schooner Mayflower. Dr. Somers immediately notified the lum authorities that she was in the hos- | pital, and received a reply the following | day that they would send for her, but they | have not yet done so. A gentleman living at 738 Green street, | where Mrs. Ostlin roomed before being | sent to Napa, has been her_only visitor at | the hospital. He learned from her on | Friday that she has two brothers named | Metson, who are well-to-do farmers near | Petaluma, and another brother who has a hotel in Watsonville. He wired to Pet- | aluma and received a reply on Saturday | that one of her brothers would be in the | city either Saturday night or yesterday, but he had not made his appearance at the | hospital up to last night. | Mrs. Ostlin is a quiet, reserved little | woman and shows no evidence of insanity. | The boy is a bright little fellow and is a | general favorite - at the hospital. His | father’s absence is all the more remarkable as he was passionately fond of the boy. DEATH OF HENRY SCHRODER. HE WAS A WELL-KNOWN LOCAL MERCHANT AND PIONEER OF CALIFORNIA, CrROWNED KING AT A SCHUETZEN FEST—DIRECTOR OF THE GER- MAN HospITaL. Henry Schroder died at his home at 502 Gough street yesterday. He was a pioneer of California and a well and favorably known liquor merchant of San Francisco. The deceased was born in Hanover, Ger- many, on August 6, 1833, and came to Cali- fornia in 1861. In 1876 he established a draying business in this city and was quite ; successful. He disposed of his business, Henry Schroder. [From a photograph.] however, to join fortunes with Brickwedel & Co., the name of the firm being subse- uently changed to Henken & Schroder. nder this name the firm has carried on a very successful business. The deceased was a prominent member of the Schuetzen Verein, and was crowned with the honors of King. He was a di- rector of the German Hospital for nine years, and on the announcement of his death yesterday the flag was run up at hali-mast over the buildings. Mr. Schroder leaves four daughters— Mrs. Martin Joost, Mrs. J. Thode, Mrs. An- drew Mocker and Mrs. Fred H. Maass. He had three sons, all of whom survive him Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U.S. Gov't Report Royal ABSOLUTELY PURE Baking THE BIRD SPOOK OF PADDY WHITE, DEATH AND TRANSMIGRATION OF AN OLD INDEPENDENCE SHELLBACK, HE WAS A "PLANK OWNER” SAID To HAVE SHIPPED IN THE ARk—Now TURNED IN FOREVER. 0ld Paddy White was a sailor on board of the United States frigate Independence. | The verb ‘““was” is here written not in | the strict sense of time wholly past, but only in reference to his period of mortal | life, because Paddy White is still in the | Independence. This seeming conjunction of the two | tenses doubtlessly strikes the shore-going | grammatical expert as a solecism, or the | accurate historian as an anachronism, or | the immotional skeptic as a misty yarn | the Ark, but the attempt was a ridiculous failure, for the captain of the maintop, who had once studied for a “sky pilot's commission,” as he called the ministry, pulled the seventh chapter of Genesis on the irreverent theorist, and that maker of agocryyhnl statements was hooted out of the maintop men’s gangway as a person unfit to associate with respectable Christian sailors. 4 This reckless paraphraser of the Scriptures then amended his theor: bgoexplammfi that White boarded I\'oa{;'s at as a gu Or a coot, or possibly as a beaver or a hip- popotamus. But he had.lost caste with the chaplain’s gang, and his heresy was condemned fore and aft. _White never gave them any pages from his own lifelog; in fact never told them unythinfi of his past, and when they dis- cussed him in his hearing, which” they often did to provoke him into some auto- biDt—'filEhic&l extracts, he looked far away (over his own past, they said), and was as nute as the figurehead. He wasn’t wast- ing time giving “guff”’ to a set of dude reefers, who wore gingerbread work on their suits, and didn’t know a foreto’- bowline from a parallel of latitude. He had a profound contempt for youngsters who had not smelt powder at Fort Fisher nor fought with Yarragut at Mobile, and who had picked up *sailcrizing” from the | Marryat and other tales. But they told strange yarns about the old man, did the ancient human _hulks sit- tinF on their little diddy boxes (in which a sailor keeps his sewing gear) between the out-of-date 24-pounders on the spar-deck. The Independence is dismantled down to her lower masts and roofed over, looking, as the shellbacks say, quite alliteratively like & big-beilied barn. Her battery o fifty guns long ago passed to that junk- PADDY WHITE, LATE SEAMAN U. S. N.,, AND HIS FEATHERED SPOOK. [Sketched by a “Call” artist.] for the marines, who are known fore and aft as persons of remarkable innocence and gullibility. Yet for all this the story is true. ‘When Paddy White slipped his earthly moorings and went drifting away to the shoreless sea, apparently, he_ only stepped out on the head of the bowsprit and changed his rig. He was not seen to shift his personality, but a solemn-looking bird, | a sort of cross between a sandpiper and a crane, was seen standing on the spar about the time dying Quartermaster White, con- ning the w ee? in his delirium called out, ‘‘Starboard! steady! watch the weather- leech of the to'gallant-sail, my boy, and let her go full and by!” Paddy rested a moment on the newly uplifted sods in the navy-yard cemetery while the chaplain read about the resur- rection and the life. Then the boatswain {;iped “lower away” as the sweet-toned ugle played “Outall lights,” and Paddy forever turned in. But the solemn bird never leit the ship, and in the quiet nights, when the crew slept in their canvas hammocks with the sentries calling “All's we-1-1-1!” as the bell told off the half hours, it would come in through an open port and fly noiselessly up and down the dim spar deck till the reveille. The elder men—the “plank- owners’’—saw it, as age gives the ancient shellback second-sight, and the deep mystic things of the sea are unveiled to the weak old eyes, grown blear and watery from looking to windward in gales. The young fellows, of course, never saw the silent, spectral visitant, which was well, because they would have been frightened and would have gnssed the word that the ship was haunted. When the sea-dads spoke of the occurrence they simply mentiomed the fact of Paddy’s coming back and didn’t consider that supernatural return in the Powder 1 tried to ship the everlasting sall deep, dead night as anything out of the ordinary. ‘Why shouldn’t Paddy White come back ? They always expected that he would. Old, old sailors always come back to their old, old ships. There is a sea—somewhere—be- yond the horizon; it has never been charted; no meridians nor parallels are traced across its stormless surface, and there the dead men sail their dead ships. And moreover, Paddy White had a right to come back, for did he not own a plank in the Independence? The locality of that bit of timber was somewhat vague, but its existence was an article of faith both in the cabin and forecastle, and White's right to the same was as_clear as the points on the compass card. Of course there is no para- graph in the rules and regulations to the effect that long servitude conveys any kind of material ownership other than the gen- eral idea of a national copartnership which the 60,000,000 more or less people in this country have in Government property, but White was sole owner in this particular Elank, and had held possession for nobody nows how long. He had appeared aboard the frigate out on the Mediterranean sta- tion when he and the vessel were both young—that is younger than they are now. On the subject of White’s youth it may be in order to speak right here of the dif- ferent opinions that have obtained in the navy as to the date of his debut on ship- board, a juvenile mariner. One said he was a powder-monkey with Paul Jonesand fought like a Trojan on the Goodman- RiCiard. Another held that he was the sole survivor of the Royal George when she turned turtle and sank with 600 men in harbor. It was also reported &l:y an ap- prentice fresh from school) that he was in the French fleet at the battle of the Nile and blew up with Casabianca when the L’Orient was destroyed, and he escaped with only his whiskers singed. A Bible student in the forecastle said that it could be found in Revelations that White was chief quartermaster on the ship that went ashore on the Isle of Patmos during St. Paul’s trip ‘to Rome. The sailmaker's mate, who read Rollins’ Ancient History in his watch below, reported that Paddy 1}'nrd known in polite naval circles as the | ordnance park, and only a few rusty pieces | stand on their clumsy wooden trucks pointing their cold, harmless muzzles out of the windows. Aye, windows, for so un- warlike has the old razeed frigate grown, slumbering through the piping times of | peace, that they put panes of glass in her ports to keep the summery Vallejo breezes from blowing harshly on the modern sailormen. This unshiplike luxury was not looked upon with favor by the ancient mariners on board. “Nothing keeps a man up to his pints like hardships,” growled Oid Chips, the carpenter’s mate, who sawed and planed and made icechests and dog- houses for the officers, until one day a sur- viving chum took up the tools his poor dead hands had dropped, and made him a coffin. ‘“Let him get out to the weather-earing of a frozen topsail, where the gale can blow icicles in" his whiskers,” muttered Old-Gun Johnson to the 24-pounder he was polishing. Now they are rusting to- gether—the antiquated piece in the perish- ing ship and he in the_ little sailor grave- yard back of the magazine. “Just send him to the wheel, where the level sleet can tickle his ears and they have to melt his hands off the spokes when he is relieved,” grumbled Sailmaker Long down in his storm-stained throat. But one day he was wrapped ina stiff shroud of his beloved No. 2 duck canvas and sunken beiow the sod. The plaint of the sea-worn shellbacks that they were being deprived of their be- loved hardships and were becoming hot- house flowers too_ frail for earth was not concurred in by other people, ana in some quarters there was a disposition to at- tribute this early decay among the naval heroes to the noxious effects of Vallejo water-front liquidss Albeit they passed one by one, and Paddy White still walked up and down the deck—on his own particular plank, it was said—and growled truculently at offi- cers and men alike. He was given plenty of “leeway’’ after one engagement by the Taw recruits, and many a cadet fresh from Annapolis withdrew in disorder from the field after “fouling’’ with the irascible old man. But he, too, went over the side folded in the flag he served so well; and the solemn-looking bird can be seen sitting on a barnacle-sheathed pile keeping watch and ward over the decaying ship and Paddy’s plank MILLSPAUGH'S DISUHARGE. The Claims Adjuster of the Southern Pacific in Trouble. W. 8. Millspagugh, the claims adjuster of the Southern Pacific Company. is in danger of losing his position, if indeed he has not practically lost it already. Mills- paugh has been accused of sharp practices. He is said to be a man who has attempted toprove himself exceedingly smart,whereas by his actions he has caused the company a great deal of trouble. Millspaugh has openly boasted he was one of the Hunting- ton pets and that he would be retained in office no matter what happened. Henry V. Herbert was the predecessor of Millfipnugh as claims adjuster. Herbert was discharged because of an alleged at- tempt to settle a claim and to divide part of the money with the attorneys for the claimant. Herbert has been working ac- tively to prove that Millspaugh and not he was the rascal, and it is claimed by his friends that he has secured his revenge. ——————— Pioneer Godeus Dead. John D. Godeus died yesterday morning at his residence on Sixth street. In the early fifties he was one of the organizers of Libert Hose Company No. 2. At tfie time of his deat! he was A member of the Veteran Volunteer Firemen’s Association. ———————— White swam ashore from the wreck of Marc Antony’s fllg~§;fley at Actium. A close searcher far-away antiquity orman in Good Advertising. SELLING PURE WHITE DINNER PLATES AT FIVE CENTS EACH. l GREAT AMERICAN IMP. TEA CO.’S STORES. | Mrs. Blythe. I wanted Other lines of Crockery equally cheap. WITNESSES WERE SPIRITED AWAY, LIGHT ON THE METHODS WHICH WERE EMPLOYED IN THE BLYTHE CASE. MRS. COTTRELL'S EXPERIENCE, WHAT ONE WoOMAN Savs SHE ACTUALLY RECEIVED FOR Dis- APPEARING. The mysterious methods employed in the recent Blythe case are rapidly coming to the light. It now appears that wit- nesses who would have testified in behalf of Mrs. Alice Edith Blythe were spirited away by interested parties and that de- tectives were the agents in the trans- actions. Over in Oakland a woman has been found who confesses that she received money for her expenses and a promise that she should be paid handsomely on the settlement of the case, on condition that she should absent herself from the city for a given length of time, in order that she should not be available as a witness in the case. Her name is Mrs. Mary J. Cottrell, and sheis the wife of one of Oakland’s most prominent citizens. In the years before Blythe’s death Mrs. Cottrell, then Mrs. Connor, was in partner- ship with Mrs. Jerome Deasy in the little florists’ shop in Blythe alley, where Mrs. Alice Edith was accustomed to buy flowers to paint from, and where Bylthe called to inquire whether “his little wife owed them anything.” When the contest arose the Deasys espoused the Florence Blythe side of the case, and Mrs. Deasy was one of the witnesses for that side. It was therefore important that Mrs. Cottrell should not appear for Mrs. Alice Edith, and therefore she was spirited away. The story of how it was done is best told in Mrs. Cottrell’s own words. When ques- tioned on the subject yesterday she said : I was paid $30 by Harry Morse, the de- tective, to go out of town ‘and stay for a time. He gave me the money himself and promised that I should be paid handsomely when the case was finally settled. “When my former husband died I was left a widow with nine children to support. At that time Mr. Morse was very kind to me. He took one of my girls into his of- fice, bought for her a typewriter and paid for her lessons on it. When she became proficient he provided her with employ- ment and assisted me in establishing a little business of re-inking the ribbons. Through his influence I secured that work from several banks and large business houses, and was making from $25 a week up, when a Mr. Wixon, of some typewrit- ing company, threatened to have me ar- rested for infringing his patents. Then Mr. Morse befriended me again and saved me from arrest. Naturally enough, then, I was disposed to assist him when'he got into trouble in the Blythe case—or, rather, when hesaw an opportunity to make a great deal of money out of it. ““The first I know of the proposition for me to go away was when I was living on Linden street, Oakland. Twoyoung men— smart-looking fellows they were too—came to my house and stated the matter. I pro- tested that I could not leave, on account of my business (I was then teaching painting and fancy work on Ninth street, near Mission).” Then Morse’s meri began com- ing to my store. They were not careful in their language, either, and did not modify it even when otherladies were present, and this nearly ruined my business. ‘‘Finally I got a note from Morse asking me to meet him that night on the corner of Ninth and Brannan streets. The note was brought by a messenger-boy. I met him as requested and he urged me to leave the city. He didn’t care where I went if I would only go. He said he would make alot of money by itand when he got it I should be paid handsomely. I agreed to go and he handed me $30 for my expenses. When I remarked on the smallness of the amount he said I did not need to go first class or put on any style; also that $30 ought to last me ten days, after which he thought all search for me would have ceased. I left the city and went to Petaluma. I had lived there “before with my former husband and was well acquainted. That was the reason I chose that town, so long as Mr. Morse did mnot care where I went. ‘When I departed I left no address behind me and after staying away for a week or ten days I returned to San Francisco. *‘Since that time when I saw how they treated poor Mrs. Blythe and how that lit- tle, woman was made to suffer, my con- science has reproached me terribly, but I have suffered, too, in other ways because of my actions then. ‘‘Sometime after I married Mr. Cottrell a woman calling herself Mrs. La Rue called at my house. She was of medium_height, dark complexioned and had a Jewish cast of features. She had a matronly figure, and must have been about 35 years old. In some way Mrs. La Rue had learned about my knowledge of the Blythe case, and_of the fact tfintl had gone away to avoid being a witness, and she threatened to tell Mr. Cottrell unless I made it worth her while to keep quiet. My husband is a man of the most scrupulous honor, and he thinks I am pretty nice, and I thought that if he found out I had donesucha think, especially as I had kept it a secret from him, a divorce would surely follow. So I zave her money. This thing has cost me over §4000 first and last, and I had to mortgage some property I own in Oakland for $2500 to satisfy such demands. Suffered ! I should say I had. You can imagine what my life has been, between the fear of discovery and a divorce and having these people coming to the house and shouting their threats. “Why did I not appeal to Morse? I did. I wrote him letter after letter, but he put me off from time to time and not a cent did I get. I havegot all his letters now. They are peculiar in a way. He never puts a date on a letter and never signs a name. He sends them, too, almost always by a messenger-boy, so that there shall be no postmark or date upon the envelope. I rather think that no one except one fa- miliar with his writing would know them for his. “Their contents? Oh, they were very guarded. Often they were in a sort of cipher, and there are'only a few that are plain enough for any one else to make anything out of. He is a smart man and I am a smart woman, and we understand each other pretty well. ‘‘How much money was I to be paid ? ‘“There was never any definite amount named except that I was to be ‘paid handsomely.” It was understood that he was to fully reimburse me for what I had }mld out and something more. Last time heard from him, though, he said he was going to use the statute of limitation against me. Iam happily married now and I do not want to make any money out of the matter, but I want to get back what it has cost me. B alppea]ed to Morse for aid many times. Once I got three months behind with the interest money on that mortgage, but he said he had no ready money. I went to Mrs. Harris who held the mortgage—she is a rich woman who formerly lived in Oakland but now resides in San Francisco —and told her I could not pay. I said it Was no use for me to borrow more money to pay that interest, and that she had better, wait a little longer and charge me something for the accommodation. 1t was armnged that way, and so.the trouble passed for that time. “I had intended to stay by the Morse crowd, but—well, some time ago I wrote a letter to Mr. Highton, the attorney for .. to see him con- cerning the title to some lands I had DRY GOODS. 'FRENCH PRINTED - CHALLIES FOR 1895. This week we will open our new impor=- tation of FRENCH PRINTED CHALLIES. The assortment is the largest and most complete ever shown by us and will be offered at Remarkably Low Prices ! BLACK FRENCH CREPONS FOR 1895. We will also display this week 7 cases BLACK FRENCH CREPONS, in an im- mense variety of styles, prices ranging from $1.00 to $4.00 per yard. NOTE.--The above goods are now on exhibition in our show-windows and on sale in our store. Crere 0! @GQRPORATGO (E % v 18s2. ’ 111, 113, 115, 117, 119, 121 POST STREET. bought in Placerville, with which he is | familiar, and by way of letting him know | who I was and recalling myself to his | MUN[]AY memory, I told him what I have told you. I wanted him to send for me, but so far he has not done so. “During the past few days some of Morse’s men have been running to the house after me, but 1 did_not want to see them, and I went off to Placerville, from 5 which place I have just returned. Do yon Begins the last week of our think that the case will finally go against Great Surplus Stock Sale, Mrs. Hinckley 2" at which you can get a Aralii i doselie will De nolbad, fortha beautiful French China arts will be ruined. hey have been E b3 putting up money for the case and have Dm"fir;(‘tcaf?d sé\me sets, already lost their beautiful home over gea :r: i (:i ct]eanll}ps m;rl here.” aucers an: handsomely The question was asked, “Which Hart decorated Plates at HALF do you mean ?”’ and the reply was: ““Oh, it THE USUAL PRICE. is all the same. . It is a case of one brothen [ helping another; that’s all.” Mrs. Cottrell is a well-preserved woman, ‘ whose age is perhaps years, but who, | aside from her white hair, does not look | ALSU a day over 40. She is tall for a woman | and rather stout, but her eyes are still | bright and unprotected by glasses, and in | her handsome face there is not a wrinkle. | Her home, at 770 Fourteenth street, Oak- | land, is a substantial two-story structure, | and it is furnished richly, but with ele- | gance and quiet taste. 5 | Attorney Highton when questioned last | night concerning the letter mentioned by Mrs. Cottrell, acknowledged that he had received such a docnment and that in it the lady stated that she had received $30 to leave the city to_prevent her from ap- pearing as a witness in the case. “Was Mr. Morse mentioned as the per- son who had paid the money ?” was asked. Mr. Highton evinced considerable reluc- tance to answering the question, but upon being urged for a reply, responded in the affirmative. THE END IS DEATH. Rev. William H. Moreland Preaches on the Wages of Sin.” Rev. William H. Moreland preached an impressive sermon at 8t. Luke’s Church yesterday from the text, ‘“The wages of sin | is death, but the gift of God is eternal life | through Jesus Christ our Lord.”” He said: | 0 “This is not a metaphor or figure of | 122-132 Sutter Street. Marble Statuary, Bohemian Cut Glass, Table Glass- ware, Punch Glasses, As- paragus Sets, Oyster Plates, Bisque Figures and Orna- ments at HALF PRICE. s YOUR . LAST cawee To Bov 8o cheseLy speech. It is actually so, that the wages | of sin is death. A large establishmentem- | ploying many hands has various places where the help are paid. The devil nas a variety of pay-tables. Men do not go up in a herd to be paid. The devil classifies them. The open saloon is one of the A Skin of Beauty Is a Joy Forever. | T)B: T. FELIX GOU: devil's pny~tablesTv;here the poor man gets CREAM,or nAuwfiEl:sig:Xll}-fli)irxé‘l{: aid very soon. e gilded halls of vice, 22 Remove: pimple: & Bie low fesort, the gaming-table, the Jaits | 53 R)les, Moth, Fatches Raon ad and scaffolds are fllfwes where Satan pays Eg - j~ Skin diseases, and the wages which his servants earn. The | *£85 plevery ln:}t:hnon standard coin is devisible into many | 335> detection, On ita fractional coins. The standard coin of the | == virtues it hag kingdom of evil is death, but it isnot al o>, stood the test of paid at once. Little by little, as man earn: 2 l“:!{‘:':a“m"‘h:; 1t, the devil pays it, first poverty, or suffer- ing, or disease, but when it is added up, it will be found that the wages of sin in every case is death.” Mr. Moreland represented men going up singly to the devil's counters to get their pay; the young man who has taken a drop t00 much paid off with a thirst for liquor, then with a lost situation, then with a ' ruined career and then with a suicide’s | grave. He told of a young college athlete, who insisted on ‘“sowing his wild oats,” and died two years after leaving the uni- versity from a loathsome disease contract- ed by his dissipations. He related an ex- perience in New Orleans, when he buried a young man known as the “Pocket Her- cules,”” whose splendid strength was un- dermined by excesses. “The divine remedy for sin is to be grafted into Christ and thus made par- taker of eternal life. Abounding life comes from Christ. From Satan comes the ex- tinguishins and annihilation of manly powers, ending in eternal death. If young men realized that drunkenness and lust- fulness are not expressions of abounding life, but symptoms of death, destructions of their capacity for a large and intense enjoyment of "life, sin would lose its glamour in their eyes.” harmless we taste it to be sure it iy properly made. Accept’ 10 coun- terfelt of similar name. The dis- g tinguished Dr. L. A. Sayre sald 1o ) AN aiady of the haut- Lm (s patient): “ds you ladies wili use them, } recommend ‘Gouravd's Cream’ as the least harmjui of all Skin preparations.” One boitle will Iast aix months, using it every day. Also Foudre Subiiis removes superfluous” hair without injury to the n. FERDT.HOPKINS, Prop'r, 37 Great Jonesst., For sale by all Druggists and Fancy Goods. ers throughout the U. 5., Canadas and Europe, Bewarc of Base imitations. $1000 Reward for arrest and proof of any one selling the same. 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