Malone, was an investor who came from Louisiana after the Civil War to make his fortune in the iron boom. Old-timers told of parties there in the thirties and even as late as the sixties, but no one could recall a wedding or a birth or any of the other events that celebrate life’s continuity.įor more than a century the mansion had housed the damned and the dying. Hardly anyone alive knew its secrets, its failed visions, its unanswered love. It sat on the crown of a hill just east of Llano, sheltered by a fence and dense clusters of elm, cedar, and post oak, looking down on the town like the ghost of a Jonah ship.
There was something inexplicably sinister and foreboding about the old Norton mansion, but nobody thought of it as a tableau for murder. Read more here about our archive digitization project.
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This story is from Texas Monthly ’s archives.
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