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| Jennie Pratt |
By morning, the funeral plans are set. But just
before the service begins, Coroner Newton shows up at the door with a warrant
and a grim look. On the county attorney’s orders, he halts the funeral, seizes
the body, and calls for an inquest.
Rumors already fill the air. Folks in town say
Jennie Pratt, the grieving widow, has been “altogether too intimate” with the
hired man, William Persing. He’s young, broad-shouldered, and already engaged
to a girl in Fonda. It doesn’t stop the whispers.
At the inquest, things start to stick. A Yetter
druggist testifies Jennie bought poison — twice — in the days before her
husband’s death. She said it was for mice. Then word leaked that Persing had
quietly checked Pratt’s bank balance and life-insurance policy.
The real shock comes when the coroner sends
Pratt’s stomach to Professor Kennedy in Des Moines. The results come back thick
with strychnine and arsenic.
Jennie faces the press head-on. “Persing gave my husband medicine during the early part of his sickness,” she says, calm and steady. “But I don’t attach any significance to this. Why should he desire to kill my husband?” She insists she never cared for him.
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| Cyrus Pratt |
Then, the smoke clears. In March 1906, the charges were dropped for lack of evidence. Pratt and Persing walk free.
Cyrus Pratt stays in the ground, his death marked only as “strychnine poisoning.” Out in Calhoun County, folks still say justice never made it down that dirt road.


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