Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1873-07-04

LETTER FROM TIE MURDERED MAN.
The following letter was offered in eyi-
dence on the Walworth trial on Friday
last, it having been intercepted by Frank
and afterwards sent by him to his uncle 1t
was addressed to Mrs Walworth
MAY ,. Seven O'Clock in the Morning.
Prepare yourself for the inevitable. lam
getting over my wasting fever and shall be
out of my room in a few days am going
70 call upon my children my heart Is
! starving for their caresses Make the inter
view as easy and pleasant as possible /
I cannot stay from them much longer. |
Will see them-peaceably if can. or with a
tragedy if | must. Their little faces haunt
I me, as they are mine. Popish cruelty must
! bend to the demand Of 4 fathers breast, or
/ the Waiworth name goes out in blood
/ Keep Frank Walw0rth out of my way.
/ gu have taught him TO hate me and his
/ presence or obstruction in any way Will
only excite fatal evaporation. | want to see
my little girl and come away peaceably.
Beware that You do not in any way arouse
the frenzy which you have known TO exist
since you left me. There Is a reasonable
way to deal with me | shall have nv
rights under that decree, with no further
legal delay or expense. have conceded
promptly every right to You under that de-
cree, and now ! am going To see my chill
dren, and You shall not bring them up TO
hate their loving father Eliza Backus has
written TO me that you Will do it ifyou can,
from your associations with them. and then 7.
| shall shoot You md myself on those door I
steps, for have nothing further to live for /
| am broken-hearted Desperate admit it, I
save fms la+fgr f,- J., oDF .s.rf~+.
if you please. God is my lawyer
not the remorseleSS. brutal god that You
and Eliza Backus and c. A. Walworth
worship. but that God who has planted
love IN my heart for my little girls. and that
says to the tiger bereit of It's Young
Kill ~ You are an infamous wretch to
keep me for more than two years from the
little hands and hearts that love me- Your
only excuse was my poverty and misfortune.
W hen Frank refused to speak to me in the
streets of Saratoga | said to myself. "She
Is teaching them all to hate broken
hearted father. Then all is lost. and the
tragedy must come. When | know from
the conduct Of my little girls that You
have taught them to hate me. that
moment two pistol shots will ring about
your houSe-one Staying you, the other my
sell. ! know that You have no personal
Tear, no more than | have; but We both
must die when that discovery comes thatyou
have eStranged my young children from me
L Is possible you have not done 50, and yoI
shall have your life If my little girls do
not love me then life is valueless. and ,
hall die with a feeling of luxury and rest to
'ome; but You will have to attend me TO the
plrit land. The God of justice demands it,
therefore, say to you, do right under that !
iecree, then all may be well but now my I
leart Is agonlzed for my little children.
I you had common sense You would know o
ow to appreciate the danger Il
MANSFIELD Tracy WALwoRTH.
Other letters Of Mansfield T. Walworth to
is wife, read by young Walworth's .
ounsel to the jury, last week, show that 4
he writer was little short of madman. and a,
othing short of brute They are filled
it'll the most bitter, profane and desperate
treats, and the foulest eplthets a man can ~
'py to woman. In one he says
81 will, when stripped by you of my pro- :
'rty (and you mean 1t at last), plunge my "
Igger into Frank and Tracy's hearts, and OF
It oil the Walworth name forever. c.
him he has elevated them and degraded
e, and you glOat over it. | will kill your "
" and defeat the id scoundrel in his
ave, and cut off the id name forever a.
)w you Just prosecute me about that r
operty and keep this thorn alive in my Il
art, and by the Eternal God | will kill
EN- tine boys) and you too. The G. Vi
- dead villain shad't rob me of wife, chill :,
en- and property. If | can't have anything 1T
have revenge, ID you" Others
D filled with blood and murder, foul d;
tbs and hints of all sorts of horrors "
lother of July s. says the pistols are "
ded, and if she does not give up his ed
operty, he will blow her brains out and yei
mp out here eyes and then put a bullet
'ough his brain by pulling the pistol -
lind his ear. se'
Yrs. Walworth also testified that her son err
INK was almost crazed, on one or two &C. on
ions, by evidence of physical violence no
ID by his father upon his mother. The ser
dence will not make conviction very easy
he jury is an ordinary one. oil