The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-06-12
The WaIworth Tragedy.
From the N. Y. II Herald, June 4


known gentleman of talent and position,
H. Walworth. The circumstances of the
murder are so horrible. 50 appalling that
they scarcely seem credible Killed BY
his own son by the being who ought to
have cherished and loved him beyond any
being on earth by the child to whom he
gave life The father lies dead in pool
of blood. The son walks coolly to the
police station and says, ~ want to give
myself up, as | have shot my father
Frank II. Walworth arrived in this city
on Monday afternoon from Saratoga. He
is but a very young man. He is tall and
slim, with large blue eyes that are very
frank and winning, a smooth face, fair
complexion. light whiskers and refined
features No one to look at him would
have thought that he could commit 50 ter
rible a crime. He smiled so pleasantly
rs he stepped up to the desk in the office
of the Sturtevant House ana asked the
clerk-"Have you a room ?'
Yes, sir the clerk replied.
He registered his name, and was shown
up to his room, No. 267, which is on the
third floor, in the rear wing of the hotel.
He was pale and seemed tired. He sat
down on the bed ana mused awhile
Then he rose and paced the room with
rapid strides. He passed his hand through
his hair ana was apparently plunged III
deep thought. What was he thinking of +?
OF the murder Of his father, of his own
fate after he would have committed the
fearful deed
There was 4 settled resolution on his
l,n l. u OK
the house where his father boarded, in
Fourth avenue, near Fitty-tourth street
He was not at home, the servant girl said, I,
in answer to Franks inquiries.
"Weh, give him this note when he
comes in,' the young man said, "will yon
please ,"
This was the note
Il want to try and settle some family matters.
Call at the Sturtevant House after an hour or
two. IL | am not there | will leave word at
the office. f. II. WALWORrH." s
The servant girl promised to give the
note to Mr.. Walworth and he left. ffe
went back to the hotel, asked when they
would have supper, and conversed for a
short while with one OF the clerks. lie
ate some supper and returned To his room.
lie locked the door so as to remain dn-
disturbed, and lay down on the bed He
thought of all the misery in his family,
of the separation of his parents, Of his
fathers conduct of his mothers sutlerings,
and became heavy at heart indeed. Then
he rose and took i Colts revolver out of
his pocket. He held it against the light
He took out the chamber and looked at it
steadily.
''lt is sure he said, sit never fails"
There was II sound of footsteps, as il
some one was approaching.
E'Who can that he?" he said, starting
up mot he ?n
He listened but the footsteps died away.
1t was 50 still there seemed not breath
stirring. He was alone with his thoughts
He laid his head on the pillow and tossed
the hair from his forehead After a few
minutes he rose again and looked out of
the window. II was dark, and the bright
stars glmmered in the sky. He gazed
pensively at the sky, and the calm serene
beauty OF the scene seemed to have made
a deep impression on his soul. He bowed
his head in his hands and wept The
hot tears scalded his cheeks and his whole
frame WAS shaken with emotion.
He c!utched the revolver again, and
fixing his eyes on it calmly and steadily.
He sank again on the bed. After an hour
he raised himself into 4 sitting posture
and said, "Ile will probably come to-
morrow morning" He paced the room
all night long, and his lips were constant
ly moving as if he were speaking to HIM
self
Morning morning. he said, with q
sigh of agony, ''it it were only morning."
And he added, after 4 pause, If it were
only done" He kept looking al the stars,
which grew paler and paler, and the sense
of the awful crime he was about to COM
nit sank into his heart At last he went
down on his knees and prayed to Heaven.
The moon went down and the sight of the
first rays of the sun struck a chill through
his frame. He expected his father in
few hours, and then it would have to be
done
AT Il quarter past six o'clock Mr. Wal
worth, came he asked the clerk to send his
card up to his sons room. The bell-boy
took the card up, and knocked, and Il
voice said, "Come in"
The boy entered, int recoiled from
him when he glanced at his pale face,
that seemed to have gro vn haggard in a
night
There seemed to be a terrible light in
his eye.
He looked at the card, and said: "Show
the gentleman up"
The boy returned with the answer, and
Mr.. Walworth walked quickly up tor his
sons room He was in high spirits and
hummed a tune as he ascended the stairs
The morning was SO beautiful, and health
and strength were throbbing in mis- pulse
He knocked.
"Come in," voice said. 1t was a
voice that fell with a familiar sound on
his ear. He remembered it for many
years. 1t had once spoken to him in ac-
cents of affection and kindness