Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-11-10
LOVER AND HUSBAND.
A Fatal Tragedy at Hungarian
Wedding Celebration.

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Wedding Celebration.
From the Philadelphia Times.
Duck Pond society one night recently was
all agos over an approaching wedding.
The event, when announced, had Instantly
attracted attention. for to the Hungarian
settlement 1t meant much in the way of
Indulgence in those unbridled designations
which make up the chief features of Slav-
onic celebration. Duck Pond lies on the
northern boundary of Wilkesbarre, Pa It's
basin was long ago formed by depression
In the surface caused by a sinking of a
worked-out colliery beneath.
When, therefore, 1t was announced that
Stanislaw Jamcofoski and Clytemnastria
SchoppoffinSki were to be married there
was a stir at Duck Pond. The bride-to-be
was called the prettiest girl in the settle
ment Her swarthy face was punctured
by eyes that were black and glttering
her hair was as dark as the traditional
ravens wing, and though her form lacked
somewhat in symmetrical grace, by reason
or her disparagement of the corsets USE
still, nature had been very kind to her, and
In the eyes Of the average Hungarian youth
she reached the standard of perfection in
shapely possessions.
She yielded to the persuasive importuni-
ties of Jamcofoski, big and brawny toiler
In the mines, who could fight as well as he
could work and who stood in fear of 10
man. When the engagement of these two
was announced the Slav lovers in and about
Duck Pond withdrew from the contest to
solace themselves in dreams of the good
time they would have at the wedding.
The night of the wedding was a con-
splcuousy beautiful one. The moon, big
and full, shone from an unclouded sky
graciously hiding the crude deformities of
the Slav settlement and actually trans
forming the pond into a pool of liquid
charms. Though the air was burdened with
mephitic vapors that arose from the filthy
accumulations, a stiff breeze blew them
westward and gave relief to those who got
on the winGward side of the place. the
wedding had been noised about Wilkes
barre, and as upon all such occasions,
there were those who out of curiosity went
up to Duck Pond to witness it. The chief
Of police had sent out an extra force of
vigilant officers to patrol the precinct, well
knowing that their services would be need
ed before the festivities ended. The event
was announced to take place at the house
of a saloon keeper named Olschinsky.
Like all festive occasions there was plenty
of free drink in the form of that vile native
compound called bolinky made of cheap
gin, whisky and beer. Tubs of IL were sup
piled and men and women drank from tin
dippers and cups.
Fierce and Fatal Fight.
The wedding ceremony was brief. The
priest placed the hands of the twain to-
gether read something from the book,
blessed them and retired. The newly mar
ried were then left to enjoy themselves with
the assembled company. The music was
struck up again and men and women
whirled about the apartments in a mad
waltz. Out in rear room stood a big red
tub filled with bolinky. Here the guests
retired at intervals to refresh themselves.
Everybody drank of the vile stuff. In front
of the house groups were gathered and were
also well supplied with the native drink.
which was handed out in pals to them.
AS the night advanced the maddening eff
fects of the vicious drink began to be re-
yealed Angry disputes arose between the
guests in the house. which finally resulted
in fierce fights. At midnight pandemonium
reigned in and out of doors. The bolinky
was getting in it's fine work. Heads were
smashed with sticks and stones. knife
blades flashed in the glare of the kerosene
lamps inside and the moon light outside
and men and women were struck down ike
beasts
The police had their hands full attempt
ing to quell the disturbances. The officers
had been at Duck Pond before and took
things easy. So long the fighters kept
within ordinary limit they let them have
II out But once wild cry, piercing
scream rent the air, and out of the house
flew the bride of the evening her dress
torn almost off her back, her bare legs and
feet exposed to view. her handsome hat
gone and her dark hair streaming in the
air. Behind her, upon her heels, was a man
with a huge bludgeon raised In his right
hand as II he was trying to smash her head
shirt bosom ripped wide apart, showing
his hairy breast. Close behind him came
the big bridegroom, the fire flashing from
his fierce eyes and the hot breath coming
like engine puffs through his cleaning
white teeth. He was in his shirt sleeves
now, with q trail Of blood on his shirt
bosom, which came from a horrid cash over
his left eye. His right hand clasped long
ugly looking butcher knife, with blade
fully two inches wide. With a mad leap
he reached the man in front of him just as
he was about sending the bludgeon he car
ried down into the dark tresses of the I'M
happy bride. Quick as lightning he drove
the keen blade into the back Of his neck
between the shoulders. The man with the
bludgeon dropped like stone.
He Was Her Lover.
The bridegroom jumped over his PROSTATE
body and caught his wife just as she was
falling in faint. The crowd pressed on.
circling about the two actors In the chief
event that had brought them together
1t was a long time before any attention
was paid to the man who had fallen under
the knife blow of Stanislaw Jamcofoslxi.
The police fought their way into the multi
tude They reached the spot where the
bridegrooms victim fell. They picked him
up and carried him out into the road The
mob deserted him, frightened by the police
The bright moonlight fell upon the white
face of the man he lay in the dust
stretched out on his back. He was dead.
At that instant woman's form was seen
hurrying from the crowd that was pressing
back into the house, coming III the direction
OF the dead man. She was nearly naked
her garments having been torn from her
in the frantic fights of the night When
she reached the body she gazed upon the
white face second and then fell upon it.
kissing the mute lips passionately and cry
ing out "Oh, Francisco Oh, Franciscop'
1t was the bride of the evening who thus
made sad complaint in the presence of the
JamcofoslNi appeared, and lifting the woman
in mis- arms said, with an oath: Come
away. You're my wife now. Your lover is
dead"