, 1872-12-21
THE POLICY TRAGEDY.


The Young Widow Of the Murdered
man Bids Him q Last Farewell.
Frnn. the Nec YorE Hera1d, Dao. 49,
The murder OF Nicholas II. DuEyea has Gre
ated profound sehsatio1i: Yesterday morning
at S o'clock the corpse was re1n0Tea to 81 Sixth
avenue, the undertaken shop of Henry Wilson.
The face was still covered with blood and mud,
and Mr. Wilson's assistants spent several hours
in washing the body. As soon as the shop was
opened, the friends and relatives Of the murder
ed man came to look st the remains:
The Gaddest acene WIS When Mrs. DurTea
came. But q few hours ago she was wife, be-
loved by her husband, and now she WAS widow,
and his blood-stained corpse lay before her
Mrs. Duryea is q preposseseing lady: She is
young and good looking. OF medium heishths
with beautiful dark eyes. How sad she looked.
She was dressed in black. long black veil Gov
cred her face. As she entered the Beekman
" Thought that this was Mrs. Duryea.
"Where is my husband :" sho said in trem-
bling voice: She supported herself On the rail-
ing she IVES scarce able to stand:
Captain Caffery informed Mrs. D1ryea polite
ly that the body had been removed to 81 Sixth
avenue. She thanked him. and, accompanied by
her nephew, abe vent to the undertaker's shop:
She was overwhelmed with grief. Her husband
had left her the day before with . smile and a
kiss, and she was to see his corpse!
A Herald reporter conversed with her. bhe
said, with tears tricking down her cheeks, that
she had never thought her husband would die go
terrible DEATH He kissed her affectionately
before going out, and said, " II it is very rough
tonight think I'll stay in New York." She fol-
lowed him to the door: and said "Perhaps it
Kiss, and said !. Yos, / vii; goodbye"
These were the last words she heard him say.
As he shut the door she did not think that she
never would hear the sound of that voice again,
of that voice which had spoken 80 many words Of
love and kindness. She remained at her resi-
dence in Port Richmond, Staten Island, all day.
She thought about him and about the merry,
happy time they would have in Christmas. s'How
greatly pleased he will be, she said to herself,
s'when he receives these handsome presents.''
Night came. s'He will probably stay in New
York over night" she said to her servant girl.
At 1 o'clock yesterday morning policeman
knocked at the door. He said he sswanted to see
returned, and when she said ''No, he said he WAS
afraid something dreadful had happened This WAS
all he said She passed q sleepless night. What
could have happened to her husband9 In a few
City, came and told her that her husband was
deaf, that he had been murdered by John E.
Simmons. She tainted. After few minutes
she arose and said she would Immediately start
for New York. Perhaps he was alive yet, per,
hapB he Was yet breathing, perhaps she could
catch his dying breath.
There he lay before her,-cold, Ifeless, stained
with blood. She stopped over him and took his
hand, she kissed it and kissed it again, and
looked earnestly at his features. His eyes we're
half open,- it seemed as though he was looking
at her. She gazed at him as thoug h she could
not believe her eyes.
MY husband I" she said, paasionate1y, "my
dear, good husband"
She bent over him and kissed him many, many
times. She could not speak-her voice was
drowned in tears. She kissed his lips, bis hair,
his eyes-she kissed every wound which the
knife had inflicted. And finally she laid down
her head on his and put her hands around his
neck as though she wanted to fold her dead hus-
band to her heart. The tears t1ickled down her
cheeks and mingled with the blood that was still
on his face
'sMy good, kind husband!" she cried; "and
this is my Christmas, this is my New Year!"
She opened his Dyes, and they looked at her
so coldly. She called him by a hundred pet
NAMES; she put his hand to her heart; she
kissed him passionately; abe vas wild with
despair.
she was asked to go, but said that she would
never leave his corpse-that sho would follow
him to the grave
II cannot live without him." she cried, and
she added, as though talking to her dead hus-
band, g You left me yesterday bale and hearty,
and here you are dead and cold"
She was told that it would be batter Tor hex 10
leave. ''Let me- kiss him once more, she cried,
her face convulsed with grief, and her whole
body trembling 81 let me kiss him once more."
It Was her last adieu. She took his hand and
kissed it affectiouate1y. and then she imprinted
ono long kiss, full Of love and sadness, on his
cold lips. Then she Was dragged away.