The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-11-10
ABn OF Pathos in Real Lie

There are queer histories in the
world. Walking homeward few
nights ago. in a drenching rain, up
South street, we overlook Two females,
composedly moving upward under the
shelter Of wide spread umbrella.
The parties were mother and daugh-
ter. The latter is about twenty-ono
years of age the former cannot be
very much short Of sixty.
In the Roguc's Gallery is the pic
lure OF a man named Burke. The
original is still in the Eastern Peri-
Tertiary. lie was sentenced three
years ago for the murder, in house
of i'll repute in Locust street, above
Ninth, Of constable in the Office Of
Alderman McMullen. The victim
was named johnson. Johnson was
engaged to be married at the Time Of
the murder TO a young girl who then
lived in Court near Fifth and Chris
lian streets, and who lives there still.
The young man was not worthy such
love as that entertained for him by the
girl in question.
A quarrel arose in the house, and
stab with knife in the hands OF
Burke took effect upon his breast and
he was killed. The females whom
we met in the pouring shower, as above
narrated, was the girl to whom the
murdered man was ailianced, aud her
mother. The death OF her lover caus-
cd the girl 10 become demented. She
remains in that condition to this day.
Her form of madness is meiaachohd.
She believes however, that at some
time, not definitely fixed, between the
hours Of one and two o'clock in the
morning, by visiting the scene of the
murder, her belrothcd will appear TO
her. OF her mind This one idea has
taken sole possession.
Every night, for three years past,
in company with her afflicted molher,
the girl has visited the locality of the
tragedy; neither rain, snow nor sleet,
has ever yet interrupted her nightly
visit. They take one regular route
up Fifth to South, up South to Ntnth,
and thence TO Locust street, in an al
ley running from which street the
murder was committed. During the
whole walk the girl talks necessarily
to her mother, with bursting heart,
listens patiently but hopelessly. She
knows the fruitlessness of the nightly
walk, but takes it that her uniortu-
nate child may TO that extent be COM
forted.
They walk to the alley where the
sad event occurred, needing no one,
and steadily moving TO the house
where tie murderous deed was done
They wait there for some minutes,
sometimes as much as an hour.
The girl says, "Nevcr mind, mother
dear; he won't come tonight. lie
will be here tomorrow" And the
poor creature returns hopefully, some
times even cheerfully and nearly a
thousand to-morrcws have since tran
spired, yet each night the girl, with
her devoted mother, comes TO the spot
only TO retire in the hope that the dis
appointment Of the night may be con-
summated BY better results in the
next.
So well is the history known in
town, that even The vilcst ruiiian in
Moyamensing passes the women by
without an insult. The girl is comely,
with fresh complexion and fair shape,
but no man says aught TO her, as with
her sorrow-strieken mother she makes
her nightly journey. The mothers
steps are growing feeble. They are
poor, and not many days hence the
giil mus, do her journey alone. God
help her !--Philadeiphia North liner
icUH.