Farrington Loves His Wife

His brother intercepted a letter from him.

To faithless wife.

It was because of this letter that efforts for pardon have been given up.

  Adrian. Mich., March 25.- Sheriff Sheperd took James B. Farrington to Jackson Monday morning to begin his three-year term for killing Jesse Hooker, the man who ruined his home. William J. Savage, overcoat kleptomaniac, went along also to begin a five-year sentence.

  As the result of a discovery made Monday, Bert Farrington left this city to serve out his sentence with practically no hope of securing a pardon. His fatal love for the woman who, in her own ruin caused that of her husband as well, is the cause of the hopelessness of Farrington's case, and has estranged him from his friends and even his relatives, who have worked in his behalf, without ceasing, ever since the committing of the crime for which he was convicted.

  Ever since the trial Farrington's friends have insisted that he break off once and for all his relations with the woman who, as Jesse Hooker's paramour, wrecked his home and drove him to desperation, and the slaughter of Hooker at the latter's home in this city. He has promised, but has failed to keep that promise, and when Ed Farrington, the prisoner's brother, found out yesterday that Bert had written a letter to Mrs. Farrington, he threw up his hands and said he would have nothing more to do with the attempt to secure the pardon.

  The letter, which was intercepted, had been intrusted to an ignorant employe of Farrington's meat market at Milan. It was for his wife from "Bert."

  Ed Farrington holding the letter in his hand, said that he had been most sanguine of securing the pardon within 30 days. Now he refuses to do anything more for him. Sentiment here has changed very much since the above facts began to leak, and It is very doubtful if many signers could now be secured to a petition for Farrington's release.

  To a correspondent Ed. Farrington said as he was boarding a train for Milan.

  "Yes. I discovered a letter Bert tried smuggle to his wife last Thursday. It was given to a man who works in the market, and who cannot read. Bert gave it to him on the day of his sentence at the jail.

  "This man took the letter home to his wife to read, and it fell into my hands. It 'dumped' me, and It 'dumped' all the friends who had stood by him. I walked to the footlights and bared my breast.

  "I at once recalled all the petitions l had placed in the hands of influential men in the interest of a pardon, but I could reason in no other way than that the two years and a half at Jackson would keep my brother away from hls miserable wife, and the dirty crowd she trains with -- and for his sake should serve out his term.

  "He was bitter against me at first, but today, as I left him at the prison door he handed me his watch and other valuables and said, 'Ed, perhaps you are right.' He admitted to me that the letter was written by him."