A widow and her children, three at Park Ridge Hill, an oil,

Then came the stranger to her home and pulled her off his love.

To meet a face so horrible no one on earth will know.

A foul prime was committed there, that shot the ins of hell.

We last left off when letters from across the country from women and police alike

accused Harry Powers of theft, promises of marriage.

If it was illegal, he was accused of doing it.

In one of the numerous trunks confiscated from the powers home,

something caught their attention.

A bank book that belonged to Mrs. Dorothy, Pressler Lemke,

North Oxbridge Mass, police made inquiries to the Worcester police

and they ended up interviewing Mr. and Mrs. Charles Fleming.

Dorothy's brother-in-law and her sister, she identified powers by this picture.

That's the man my sister Dorothy took away to marry.

She said he went by the name of D. P. Lauver from Virginia.

Dorothy told me she was writing that matrimonial agency for a thrill.

I warned her of the dangers but she just laughed.

Letters found in the trunk led pleased to believe what started as a thrill became more, a lot more.

The first letter written by Harry was uncovered.

It talked of a lot more than friendship.

Dear Mrs. Lemke, as I have a little spare time, I will spend it by writing a few lines.

I want to say that I was very much impressed with your appearance yesterday.

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