Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1874-03-06
Murder IA Girlby her Her Lover
Terrible Scenes at the Inquest.

Mary LaWler, a beautiful girl Of twenty
one and of virtuous life and reputation,
was called from her work in shirt factory
in New York, Wednesday, by man named
John Doyle, who shot her dead with pis-
tol. Doyle was an officer OF the New
York police force, and was somewhat in
liquor when he committed the atrocious
murder. The '.World'' gives the follow
ing account of thrilling scenes which pass
ed at the poor girls inquest
The jury viewed the body and were aboue
to be discharged until Monday, when tn
inquest will be held, when Coroner Volt
man asked Captain Williams to produce
the prisoner. The jury were at that mo-
ment in the day-room, grouped around and
staring at the body ill common with num-
Der of officers and citizens; the father and
mother were seated short distance from
The body, Wailing piteOuSly and an under
dertaker was preparing coffin. Captain
Williams sent the doorman and an officer
to bring up Doyle from the cells below
They appeared to be gone an unusually
long time, when suddenly horrible din
of stamping, shouting and excavations
alarmed the whole station-honse, and a
number of officers rushing down stairs,
| found the murderer engaged in a fierce
combat with the doorman and officer
| The officers closed on Doyle, and had a ter
| rible struggle with him. The prisoner ap-
peared to be endowed with superhuman
strength, and was dragged inch by inch to
the foot of the stairs leading to the day
room, and then by half inches to the top
| step Of the stairs, where he again fought
or horrible than the scene. To the left the
disfigured body, the weeping parents, the
scared jurors-in fact, a painting mass of
men, some with bloody faces, and in the
midst Of them a red-haired, red-faced de-
mon, breathing like locomotive and
gasping curses. "Let that man co. shout
ed Captain Williams, and, grasping him as
| in a vice, he half dragged half carried him
! to within foot of the corpse. There he
released him. Doyle quailed his head
dropped as his eye fell OH tie corpse Of his
| victim. His head rolled as on a pivot, and
he looked away wildly.
| Then came an equally horrible scene
/ The mother and father slowly rose, parted
the crowd between them and he murder
Grand with every nerve and muscle strain
| ed, advanced q pace Or two, and the moth
Ell began fearful curse: 'sDo you see that
| lying there pointing to the corpse), you
| bandit, you assassin, you drunken vaga-
bond Do you know who that is That's
my earring daughter Mary, my ldoi, VINO
who never had cross word for me in her
life, who was my own, my beautiful own
And there she lies, slain by you, you son OF
a brood of murderers Oh, you slaughter
ing wretch ! is there no revenge for me
will no kind person, no avenging heaven
| give me an arm! Curse you, you vagabond!
curse you, you snake May you feel my
curses till the day you are dragged out,
dog that you are, to die on the gallows p
AS soon as possible Capt. Williams took
the murderer by the arm and walked him
back to his cell. Doyle offered no resist
ance, and his whole demeanor was changed.
! He informed Captain Williams that he
did 'sit'' because he was drunk but the
testimony Of people at No. SO South Fifth
avenue shows that there was no sign OF
liquor on him when he called at the house
yesterday. and Sergeant Roberts, who saw
him when he was brought to the station
house, did not consider him Intoxicated.
Several circumstances show that an at
tempted outrage followed the murder
The excitement in the Eighth Ward is in
tense, and ha d crowd had time to gather
| Doyle would have been lynched before get
ting to the station-house. Mary's body was
removed to her late home last evening.