The New York herald., 1873-07-13
Hunted Down by
Woman.
Verdict Of the Jury, ''That Charles Goodrich
Was Killed by Lizzie Lloyd Kins"---The
Present System Of CoronerS
Jnrics Condemned.
THE MURDEREss I'M HER CELL.
Tidings from Her Alleged Birth
place.

The most intense human interest centres in the
recent startling disclosures in the Goodrich MUIR
der case, and the announcement that Miss Lizzie
Ll0yu King, alias "Kate Stoddard," +" "Amy Stone,"
'Amy Snow,' minnie Waltham" and "Jessie Will
loughby," has been committed by the Coroner's
jury, charged with the murder OF Charles Goodrich,
will not tend to allay the excitement
The resumption OF the Coroner's inquest yestes-
day morning in the Kings County Court House, NJ
Which 1t was known that the self-accused muf-
deress would be present. was sufficient to attract
from both cities very large assemblage of people,
who thronged the corridors, or were fortuna e
enough to get into the room, in the hope OF obtain
ing a glimpse of the mysterious criminal. Inside
the court room-for the inquest was held in Judge
MO0rc's rOom-the large audience betrayed
THE MOST ABSORBING INTEREST
In every statement as it fell IRON the lips of the
several witnesses. II Is doubtful If in the whole
experience Of the Oldest criminal lawyers in either
OF the two cities there was ever witnessed such
series of dramatic scenes as those which Will make
the picture OF that Coroners examination memor-
able to every spectator in that great court room.
The whole case is lraught with so much that is mys
teriOus and startling that the quiet, easy going
public can hardly yet realize
THE DOUBLE OF THE VICTIM
on the one hand, and the greatness of grief which
strange that just the city is recovering from the
shock OF the Walworth tragedy there should come
such additional and damning evidence OF the
double lives OF the men of the world. BY
degrees there will come better understanding of
the great social undercurrent, which bears on its
mysterious current so much that is good and evil
in humanity. ~
AN Art GALLERY OF LIFE.
The scene in the court room was strange, wild
picture, in which the loves, sorrows and hates OF
three w0men's lives were to be seen. The central
figure the prisoner, and on her the eyes OF the
entire audience seemed nxed There she sat-a
poor weak, lone woman, defenceless and friend
less, on whom all the majesty of the law was soon
to be brought TO bear to avenge the taxing OF
craven life. Pale, emaciated and poorly clad,
there was written on every feature OF her face the
sad, sad story
''TIRED OF LIFE"
Once a woman of undoubted refinement, and in
the enjoyment doubtless, of reasonable share OF
happiness, she now stood dishonored and dis
graced and charged with the greatest crime
known to the law. Her cold, hazeblue
eye, tightly compressed lips-apparenty resolute
in their frmness, yet indicative of a wavering
spirit at .imes-and her pale forehead, around
which 1ell luxuriance OF blond hair, all spoke
volumes in her behalf she sat, silent and alone,
confronting world that had misused and wronged
her.
THE LOVED AND LOST.
The second figure in that picture was even more
sad. Adelaide Palm, the betrothed wife Of the
murdered man, was brought into the witness box.
She was modest and evidently unused to such
scenes. The trial for her. as she identified each Of
the articles Of her former lover, was almost beyond
the endurance of womankind. With wonderful
calmness she began, then faltered, and ever and
hap
became unintegible. 1t was terrible struggle
between outraged love and pity, grief for the once
loved having the mastery.
''wITNEss, LOOK UPON THE PRrsONERp'
The supreme moment came, however, with the
question, "Mss Palm, have you seen any one present
in company with Mr. Goodrich in q room on East
Seventeenth street ?r The witness looked upon
the prisoner, and after long pause replied, eyes,
this persons The affianced wife OF the murdered
man. who had likewise been deceived by him,
nxed upon the sef-accused murderess steady
look, not OF contempt, nor OF pity, but meaning
less stare, which conveyed little impression to
others minds Of The thoughts which are revelnng
in the heart There was
BREArHLEss SILENCE
in che court room as the prisoner, apparently sum-
moning little extra courage to her assistance, met
The gaze of the woman whose place she had at one
DeneVeu Snc nelu III tue siSuJ VI UOu vi
mankind. The passing thoughts OF those two
human hearts may never be known. 1t is prob
able that neither could tell all the sentiments
which possessed them in those moments As Miss
Palm recognized one article OF jewelry alter
another Kate stoddard watched every movement
OF the witness hands aud listened with an intent
ness really painful.
TIE CURSES OF MEN LIVE AFTER THEN,
All the world seemed to be wrapped up In the
answers OF the unfortunate woman who was thus
peing made public show because she conhded in
man who was unworthy OF any true womans
love. Visions OF that mock marriage on the one
hand, and on the other OF the real one which was
so soon TO have taken place visions OF that nights
debauch in Degraw street, when the poor seam
stress fought for her life, and again Of the victims
visits to his intended brde cold, sad picture OF
that dreary scene In the shade OF a February even
ing, with the thinly clad figure In the prisoners
dock. seated on her trunk, inditing that remark
able narrative OF outraged womanhood; ana, last OF
ALL that long, long nights watch by the side OF the
corpse-al these strange contrasts came up In the
mind during that one moment OF breathless silence.
THE SENSATIONS or A MOMENT.
Il was an interval OF time to be remembered for
years. The weaker vesse' appeared to be the
stronger. God who aoac judges the workings OF
the heart and the Impulses OF an outraged soul,
must have nerved the poor wretched prisoner to
endure that strain for she bore 1t Juno-like. The
true woman, however, without deception and un-
known TO crime, faltered az she resumed her tes-
1tmony and. drumming her veil her eyee were euf-