The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-06-12

son; there the sober, manly cOuntenance
OF the father. The father extended his
hand but the son cast it off. The young
man placed his back againstthe door and
drew his pistol, which he pointed at his
fathers breast.
For heavens sake, what do YOU mean?"
the father cried, placing his hand before
his breast, "Do you mean to murder meg"
The pistol was still pointed at his
breast. and there was no mercy in the
sons face.
Think of what you are DOING" the
father said.
A pang shot across the sons face. 81
know you are my father" he muttered be-
tween his teeth, "but you must die"
'Die y the father shrieked in yell of
terror, shave you called me here to muir
der me, Your own lather?'
He cooked the pistol, but now the
brilliant rays of the sun streamed into the
room, aud the sons face was visible in all
its terrible fury.
May God have mercy on your soul,
father; but have none"
The father trembled. His face became
perfectly white with terror and cold drops
{ f agony started from his brow His lips
quivered.
You have insulted my mother" the
son pursued, his eyes flashing with rage;
you have threatened and insulted my
mother"
There was motion of his finger, as if
/ he was going to pull the trigger. The
father sunk on his knees.
''Mercy :" he cried, ''vou cannot murder
your father I"
You have threatened and nsulted both
| my mother and myself. Even it yod
would promise me not To do it again /
could not believe YOU"
| II promise it," the father exclaimed.
trembling in every limo There was such
| agony in his ashy face that it would have
| pierced q heart of stone But his son felt
no mercy for him.
"You have lied before and you could
| lie again. | cannot believe YOU" was his
! sons answer.
1t was 4 solemn moment. There was
the father on his knees praying his son to
spare his life, aud there was the son
| pointing the revolver at his fathers breast.
| His eyes shone with 4 steady determine
ton.
Father, you must die" he said Say
your last prayer"
1t was all in vain-no prayers, no
entreaties would move him.
Nothing but death remained, and the
father bowed his head The son listened
calmly, He heard every word, and his
grasp of the pistol did not relax. His eyes
were fixed on those of his father.
A flash-another, and the father stag
! gered back rs if struck by lightning.
Three more shots, and the work was fin
shed,
The murdered man raised his hands
above his head and tell
MY son" he breathed family. A dead
| ly pallor oyerspread his features; his
breathing was short and heavy. He was
dying at the hand of him to whom he had
given life and who had SO cruelty taken
his own. MY son" were his last words
The blood rained down from his forehead
and from his temples and trickled down
on the face of his son. At last the dying
man gave Il gasp and fell to the floor.
The young man looked calmly at the
bloody form of his father and said, 'Well,
its done" Then he walked quietly down
stairs and said to the night clerk, 'Will
you have the goodness to tell me where
the nearest police station is ? | have
killed my father, and want to give myself
up.n
He wrote despatch to his uncle, in
Saratoga, telling him that he had killed
his father, and asking him to break the
news as gently as possible to his mother
Then he walked to the Thirteenth street
police station. Sergeant Heating was at
the desk.
II have come here to give myself up"
Frank Walworth said, in a tone of the ut
most cooiness, las have shot my father"
He handed the sergeant the revolver.
WALWORTIS STATEMENT.
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