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The St. Paul Daily Globe, September 13, 1892
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WILL GET HIS DESERT. An Opium Fiend Send Impudent Letters to the Mayor's House. His Prompt Arrest Will Be Followed by Condign Punishment. At 2 o'clock this morning a well-dressed young man, who gave his name as H. O. Peters, was arrested at the Metropolitan hotel by Sergeant Getchell and Patrolman Cooney. Peters and a companion visited the residence of Mayor Wright about 10:30 o'clock and tendered Mrs. Wright a serenade. They were not invited in, however, and about 12 o'clock put in an appearance at the Metropolitan. A few minutes later a messenger boy was called and a letter handed him addressed to Mrs. Wright. The messenger delivered the letter and was told by Mrs. Wright there was no answer. When the boy returned to the hotel Peters wrote another letter and sent the boy back to the Wright residence. By the time the boy reached the house on the second trip it was 1:30 o'clock and Col. Wright had arrived home. To her husband Mrs. Wright explained the story, and showed both the letters, which police say were of the most insulting character. The police were summoned by telephone and the officers mentioned followed the messenger to the hotel and on his pointing out the man who gave him the letters, arrested Peters. At the station Peters said he was a money loaner and insisted on being taken to the Aberdeen so that he could get bail. Shortly after the arrest Peters was identified as a would-be swell named Henderson, who has been around St. Paul for the past nine months. Henderson, it is understood, has wealthy parents in San Francisco, but since his arrival in St. Paul he has been enjoying a very precarious existence. Shortly after coming to St. Paul he became acquainted with a young society belle living in Stillwater, and caused the girl's family much trouble by his attentions. He finally played himself out by borrowing some of the young lady's jewelry, and pawning it at a saloon. When arrested Peters or Henderson had about sixteen "pipes" under his belt, and smelled like a Chinese opium joint. |
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