The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-04-03
A HORRIBLE AFFAIR.

A Drunken Brute scalds His Child to
Death and Is Killed by His Infatuated
Wife.
One of the most frightful occurrences
that have ever resulted from drink took
place in Brooklyn last week. William
George Fox, of $50 South First street,
E. d., went home far advanced in in
toxication and, after abusing his wife,
flung a tin of boiling rorridge on his
sleeping infant. Driven to madness by
her own and her children's danger, his
wife seized Ratchet and struck him
several fearful blows on the head,
fracturing his skull. Both the child
and father are dead In the hospital
Fox said that he could not blame his
wife for killing him, and that his ter
rible fate was entirely due to the curse
of drink.
Before the Coroner Mrs, Fox told the
following horrible story:
my husband came home on the
night of February q and asked me for
ten cents, after he had abused me.
II told him [ did not have a cent,
and then he said:
81 am going out 10 pawn some
books and you can say your prayers,
for l am coming home to murder you
and the young ones.
He went out and came in at 1890.
/ had put both of my little children to
bed, and laid Ratchet down on the
foot of the bed for fear he would see
and use it. He told ME to hurry up
and make some coffee, and | said
Certainly Then he said:
"I'll let vou live until the coffee is
made. 1t has got TO be done tonight.
| am going to throttle you and make
away with the little ones
II put some oatmeal cruel on the
stove, and as | did my husband NUT
tered:
"'Won't they look nice with their
necks wrung, and won't she look nice
with her face all blackened and her
eyes lying out on her checks.
"He would not wait for the coffee,
and suddenly seized the tin with the
boiling oatmeal in it and threw it at me.
1t must have struck my little Georgia,
for he woke with terrible scream.
Then h. threw the iron kettle at me. 1t
was full of boiling water Then he
seized and tried to choke me. / sue
ceeded in pushing him away and ran
out in the hall crying for help. He
cursed me, and / IAN into my bedroom,
where my children were lying. and took
the fire shovel with me. My little boy
was CRYING, and J. said:
f" Don't cry, darling, mamma is
here.
+" Come outr my husband shouted.
II said no, and barricaded the door.
Then he said: I'll keep you in there
and roast you I heard him coming
toward the bedroom door and said
I" Keep out of here, William I'll
defend my own life and the lives of my
children at all hazards
HE pushed the door in and seized me
by the throat, l picked up what |
thought was the fire-shovel and then,
as l saw him lean over the crib to
choke the children, as 1 thought, /
struck him, Lord knows how many
tines" and the woman began to cry.
He fell OH the floor bleeding and then
ran out in the hall and cried out:
{" 'Mr. Cramer, go round for Dr. Van
Brake. for / have hurt him terribly,
know Mr.. Cramer said: Don't hit him,
Mrs. Fox" | said: 1T is too late;
have struck him with the axe ] went
back upstairs, and found that my little
boy had crept over the bed to the front
of it. at the foot. and | lifted him over
his father, placing him in the rocking
chair in the outer room, thinking even
then that the child was only frightened.
The baby was st Il cry ng and | brought
her crib out to the front room; when
Mrs. Cramer came up she took the child
Georgia and carried him down stairs;
she then said: What's the matter with
Georgie?' and then we saw he had been
scalded, his skin being off his hand. /
took the crib, with the baby in if. also
down stairs; after / came up Fox rose,
and | said to him:
"'Keep away fror. me, for YOU have
desperate woman to deal with now;
you have nearly killed one of the chill
dren.' The ambulance surgeon at
tended to my husband and deceased,
and they were both taken to the hos
pital. Irish World.