Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1869-04-01
WONAN's FIOKLENEss.
Shattered Projects, Wounded
Feelings, and Jealousy In
the Ascendant.
Murder and Revenge.

| uOluS well III UuSiueSS anu marie
here. This commencement of dc
mestic bliss was fatally interrupte
by the appearance of lady fror
New Jersey who, with her family o
three children, claimed the faithles
German as husband and father, ant
he left Memphis in their company
The unfortunate and betrayed wo
man remained behind; little
daughter was her solace in her de
sertion. Such is the account that is
given Of an unfortunate woman
whose sorrows connected with con-
nubial projects were, unhappily, not
yet at an end. Some time ago, she
become acquainted with MIR. John
Kenneday, an iron moulder by
trade, steady, industrious, honest
man, who stands well with those
who are acquainted with him. Ken
neday and Mrs. German recently
became intimate friends, and Kenne-
days feelings ripened into passion
ate love. He wooed her and won
her consent to a marriage with him,
and joyfElly set about preparing a
home for her who had won his deep
est affections, and whom he exr
pected to make his life's companion.
He took house and furnished
it at an expense of seven or
eight hundred dollars. Every
thing was prepared for do
mestic life. The very coal
and wood were laid in, and the ar
engagements for the marriage supper
were completed. Then she for
whom all this was done, refused his
home and him! That his feelings
were lacerated, and his brain mad
dened with wounded pride, disap-
pointed hope and crushed affection,
it is easy to believe. Unfortunately
he brooded over his woes. He be-
lleved some intruder had won the
heart he had thought his own, and
he formed projects of vengeance
against the serpent that had
brought despair and anguish into
his bright and fiowery paradise. He
watched for a confirmation of his
fears, and determined to seek re-
venge, now he was denied happi-
ness On Sunday night, between
seven and eight o'clock, he saw her
whom he viewed as the cause of all |
his sufferings, walking on Madison |
street, between Second and Third, |
in company with Peter Crowley, a
man Of amiable disposition and I'M
blemished character, greatly es-
teemed by all who knew him. Ken
neday, now blinded and maddened
with all the wild passions of unre-
strained jealousy, drew from be-
meath his dress two pistols, and so
armed, he approached the man he
had marked as his victim, and in the |
hoarse tones of irrepressible passion |
declared that he should die, and by /
his hand His accents, his threats, |
The deadly weapons presented to-
ward them, caused the couple to
stand almost stiff with fear, to /
which was added the terrified |
shrieking of the little girl who was
her mother. Ken
neday ordered the man he
had doomed to kneel, and
so receive his death! This |
aroused the horror stricken Crow
ley, and he sought safety in flight, |
with the fieetness of a
deer toward the unoccupied lot near |
The corner of Third and Madison.
But the maddened victim of jealousy 4
and disappointed love was behind |
him. His enemy closed upon him,
and, placing one of the two pistols |
which he carried, to his back, he
fred! The wound was fatal, though
not Immediately so f; the man 5 lungs |
we're pierced and death was inevita-
Die. This act of blind and unrea-
'oning vengeance completed, the |
Kenneday, with the crime |
Of murder piled upon his mountain
Of woes, fed Crowley was taken
10 a room connected with Clark & |
Co.'s watch store, at the corner of |
Main and Madison, by which firm
ne has been employed for some
years as porter. There the ball was
and the consultations of
religion were administered to him
by priest of his church and there,
1t three o'clock the next morning,
he breathed his last. Up to last
hight Kenneday had not been APP
pretended. During the war he
served with credit in Clay Kings
Confederate regiment. A more
amentable tragedy was never en-
acted in Memphis. We can not but
pity the unhappy Kenneday, driven
On to madness by disappointed pas
sion. The fate of the luckless Crow
ey must excite compassion in every
bosom. OF her who was in his
when the sad tragedy oc-
cured, we forbear to speak-there
are sorrows too sacred for public
comment.-MemphiS AUGlanche, |
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