Very Downhearted

Thomas Ninde, the young Ypsilanti man who shot Millie Young last Sunday night, was seen at the jail by a reporter yesterday morning. Said he: "That's a nice report they printed about me in the papers, that I slept like a ohild in jail that night. I'd like to see them in the same fix and see if they would sleep. I never put in such a night in all my life. I teil you I was in a regUter heil. Of course af ter the shot was Hred I thought surely I had killed the girl, and you cannot imagine how I feit. Ernie Jackson was the flrst one to teil me she was not killed, and this was about 12 or 1 o'clock. My mind was eased somewhat after that, bui I teil you I didn't sleep a wink that night." "Were you drunk that night?" he was asked. "Not what you might cali drunk. I had drank whiskey in the morning and beer in the afternoon, but I wasn't what you would cali drunk." "Did you have any idea of commitüng the deed that day? Had you any thoughts of doing it before it happened?" "No; I went up there and it carae on me like that," said he with a udden snap of nis flngers. "Why, do you know right this minute I wouldn't go through again with what I did during the three weeks previous to the shooting, not even to free myself from this trouble I have g'Ot into." Ninde was asked what he meant by this statement, but all he would reply was "there is no use saying anything about it." The impression gained was that Ninde was nearly crazed by his deep infatuation for Miss Young. Nlnde seemed very much downhearted and resigned to his fate. Quite to the contrary was "Split" Anderson, of Ypsilanti, who is in jail on the charge oL assaulting McCurdy, who eventually died. "There's a heap of exoitement been going on in that town," said Split, laughingly. "It's a bad town- no good to anybody and brings 4ad luck to everybody. If they ever give me a chance to show the back of my heaü to it, I will say "Good-bye, I don't ove you nohow," and I never will come back."