The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-06-04

4 SOUND or FOOTSTEPS,

as II some one was approaching.
"Who can that bef'. he said, starting up "Not
heYn
He listened, but the footsteps died away. II was
so still there seemed not breath stirring. He was
, alone with his thoughts He laid his head on the
pillow and tossed his hair from his forehead. After
q few minutes he rose again and looked out OF
the window. 1t was dark, and the bright stars
glimmered in the sky. He gazed pensiyey at the
sky, and the calm serene beauty Of the scene
seemed to have made 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 by emotion.
He clutched the revolver again, and fixed his eyes
on IT calmly ana steadily. He sank again on the
bed. After an hour he raised himself into sitting
posture and said, "He viii probably come to-
morrow morning.h He paced the room ali night
long, and his lips were constantly moving as II he
Morning, morning" he said with sigh OF
agony agony ~. III It were only morning. And he
Kept looking at the stars. which grew paler and
paler. and sense OF the awful crime he was about
10 commit sank into his heart; A. last he went
moon went down and the sight Of the FIRST rays Of
the sun struck chill through his frame. He ex-
pected his father in few hours, and then
1T WOULD HAVE TO BE DONE.
AT quarter past SIX O'Clock MT. Walworth
his sons room. The bel-boy took the card up
and Knocked and q voice said "Come ini"
glanced at his pale face, tnat seemed TO have
GROWN HAGGARD IN A NIGHT.
There seemed to be terrible light In his eye.
He looked at the card, and said; SHOW the gen.
The boy ~ returned with the answer. and Mr.. WAL
worth walked S quickly up to ms SONS room % h. ms
cended the stairs. The morning was so beautiful,
and health and strength were throbbing in his
pulse.
s'Come In" voice said. II was voice that
fell with familiar sound ON his ear. He remem-
1
him in accents Of affection and kindness
The father entered the ROOM His eyes met those
OF his son. They stood
FACE TO FACE.
The first rays OF the lighted up their features.
What cOntrastl Here the smooth, soft face OF the
son; there the sober, manly countenance OF the
father. The father extended his hand, but the son
cast It or The young man placed his back against
AND DREW HIS PISTOL,
which he pointed at his fathers breast.
"FOr heavens sake what do you meanP" the
father CRIED placing his hand before MS breast.
"DO you mean to murder mef'
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.
are my father" he muttered between his teeth,
"Diep the father shrieked in yen of terror,
have you called me here to murder me, your own
He cooked the pistol, but now the brilliant rays
OF the sun streamed into the roOm and the sons
face was visible in all its terrible fury.
MAY God have mercy on your soul. father; but
The father trembed. His face became perfectly
white with terror and cold drops OF agony started
from his brow. His lips quvered.
"You have insulted my mother" the son pur-
sued, his eyes
"yOu have threatened and insulted my mOthern
There was motion OF his finger as II he was GO
ing to pull the trigger. The father sunk on his
knees.
..Mercyp he CRIED "you cannot murder your
"You have threatened and insulted both my
n
not to do it again could not believe you.n
Il promise it, the father exclaimed trembling
In every limb. There was such agony in his ashy
lace that it would have pierced 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 a solemn moment. There was the father
his knees praying his son to spare his lie, and
there was the son pointing the revolver at his
iather's breast. His eyes shone with steady de-
"Father, you must die,n he said. .'say your last
prayer"
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
A nash-another, and the father staggered back
THE WORK WAS FINISHED
The murdered man raised his hands above his
aMy son, he breathed family. deadly pallor
Overspread his features; his breathing was short
and heavy. He was dying at the hand OF him to
whom he had given life and VINO had SO cruelty
taken his own.
T my SOM WERE HIS LAST WORDS.
The blood raned down from his forehead and from
his temples and trickled down on the face OF the
son.. At last the dying man gave gasp and fell to
the floor.
The young man looked calmly at the bloody form
OF his father and said "Well, it's dope.n Then he
walked quietly down stairs and said to tire night
clerk, evil you have the goodness to tell me
where the nearest police station is have killed
my father, and want to give myself up'
He wrote
DESPATCH TO MS 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
Thirtieth street police station. Sergeant Heating
was at the desk.
~ have come here to give myself up," Frank
Waworth said, In a tone OF the utmost GOODNESS,
las have shot my father" He handed the SER
geant the revolver.
wALwoRTH's STATEMENT.
at halfpast ten Coroner Young and DR.. Marsh
arrived and Walworth gave the following state
ment in reply to the Coroner's queries -
reside with my mother in Saratoga, my father
having parted from her some years ago. My father
is an author and Ihave been studying law. / think
my father IS about fortyone years old, but do not
know where he was born. MY father has not lived
with my mother since we left here three years
ago, but he has repeatedly sent threatening and
insulting letters 1t Is only short time ago since
he threatened to shoot my mother and myself.
shot him because Of this. Not long ago ! met him