The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-08-04


At the cheerful hour Of O'Clock yesterday
morning, however, the three blocks Of Belfalr
Place were startled by violent bell-ringing
at the house I have indicated, and the stento-
iian voice of a man roaring at the top of his
strength-"I want my wife want my wife !
want my wife Christine | ! |" Christine being
the name of the young married lady occupying
the third floor back. AT that hour all the
neighborhood was In state Of digni6ed repose,
such as no other neighborhood was ever
wrapped in upon earth; but the cries were so
resounding, and the bell lringing so violent, that
pretty soon lights we're seen qulvering from
beneath green n-glooming shades, and deoorously
frilled night-caps and night-gowns peered
through the nfnitesimal loop-holes OF mosquito
nets. A din glimmering that something was
wrong at last began to pervade the torpid
tranquility of the house before whose portal all
this hubbub was taking place. In the third
story, more particularly, there was very per-
cepuble confusion. Lights danced about, doors
were open and shut, whispered questions and
replies were interchanged. "Saye me hide
me! 1t Is my husband" was the burden OF the
principal words overheard. But even while they
were being uttered the hall door had been
opened by one of the frightened servants, and
the heavy, uncertain tread of a strong man in
liquor was heard bungling throush the halls.
1t came nearer and nearer; it came up the
narrow fight of steps that led to the tOpmost
story, dimly lit by q solitary gas-burner. Be
meath this stood group OF two, the sight Of
which caused the drunken wretch to make
rush forward with an oath and other unrepeata-
BILE language. In doing so he fell, his temple
striking a sharp hook projecting two inches
from the wainscoting. The rail that entered
the temple of Sisera did no surer work, and the
slow-fricklipg blood that oozed III thin channels
along the floor announced to the terror-trem-
bling Christine that her husband was dead, the
horror of her life over, and she free to wed whom
she chose. The wretched man will be buried
| tomorrow. The feut!letoniSte is emba lining the
| memory of these events to make use of in
future story, and the amiable and virtuous
Christine has repaired to the house of friend,
there 10 don betting weeds, and observe a de.
cent years mourning. At the end of that year
there Will be wedding; hard-working news
papermaD, that l wot OF, will be made happy,
although, think, after the honeymoon is over,
the new couple will prefer settling down in a
neighborhood remote from Belfair Place.
But, perhaps, l dwell too long upon an Incl
dent which, although 1t has not yet found its
way into any of the newspapers here, has been
the talk OF hundreds of people, and neatly Illus
rates some Of the tragico-romantc possibilities
of lie in New York lodgings.
Hattie Bell is the pretty name of pretty
girl fifteen years old, who has been living with
her father on one of the East river canal boats,
On one of the adjoining boats lived woman.
ary Ann Bard we'll by name. One evening re-
Gently, the woman Bard well, who appears to
have for some time cherished mysterious spite
against her victim, entced the young girl to
lonely spot, and there induced her to take an
apparently innocuous drink, but which almost
Instantly reduced her to a state of insensbity.
hilst in this forlorn condition, the woman
Bardwell is charged with having stripped the
young girl Of every article of clothing, and then
to have LETT her 10 her fate. Fortunately, and
surprisingly, considering the place where this
outrage was perperated, no worse fate befel
the harmless little Hattie than that of being
found by some Samartan-hearted men, who
called q physician and assisted him TO restore
her to consciousness. The young girl, with
perplexed emotions of distress and shame, gave
as distinct an account as she was able OF all that
she remembered. The woman Bardwell was
Immediately arrested, and arraigned before
Justice Hogan, of the 1ombs, who referred the
matter to the Coroner, who deciding that the
case did not come within his jurisdiction, said
so to the officers, who handed her over to the
authorities of the New Street Police Station,
who locked her up there, and so finished the
official rigmarole. Meanwhile she keeps mum
and refuses TO say word that may shed light
upon the reasons for the administration of the
dug. Had the perpetrator been a man, no
explanation would be needed; and surely Mary
notion could not be only that of obtaining suit
OF clothes o. but little worth.
Since murder possesses the quality of making
the blood run cold, the sufferers from heat must
have found at least little alleviation in the
recent police columns of the morning papers
here. Another case of probable murder was
hshed up on Sunday morning, out of a smken
boat in the Morris Canal, at the foot of Bergen
street, Jersey City. At 6 o'clock, on Saturday
night, Carson Sethman, a man of thirty.hve,
employed in a sugar.house in that vicinity, re-
ceived his wages in common with the rest of the
employees. How he spent the rest of the evening
is not precisely known, but towards midnight
he was seen in the liquor-saloon of man named
| Adaline. This is the last that is certainly
known of him until he was found, at 8
| o'clock on Sunday morning, lying in
| the sunken boat with his face down,
and a scalp wound six inches long behind
the left ear. The inquest is to be continued this
| morning. but all the testimony as yet ELECTED is
| that a watchman who guards coal-yard near
the sugar house heard the cry of "Help! help
| help ~ at one O'Clock on Sunday moruing, and
| that one hour after a woman residing near saw