ATTEMPTED MURDER AND SUICIDE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 5, Issue 1324, 10 March 1883, Page 4

ATTEMPTED MURDER AND SUICIDE.

ROMANTIC LOVE CASE.

A singular and somewhat romantic case of attempted murder and suicide (says a Home paper), took place at York yesterday; ! The parties concerned were sweethearts, the attempted murderer and suicide was a farm laborer named William Archer, of the age of 21, a native of .Romford, Essex; and his victim, Annie Eiumitt, a domestic servant, of the ago of 17. For the twelvemonth ending Martinmas, which has just passed, the former had been in service at Oswaldkirk, in the North Riding; and the latter had also'been in the service of of Newton Grange, near the same village. During their twelve months' service the two had contracted an attachment for each other, and on leaving . their respective places, the girl went to the house of her mother, a widow, at Nawton, nearHelmsley, whilst the prisoner accompanied her to the same village, and took up his quarters at a publichouse in the place, visiting his sweetheart at her mother's' humble home until Wednesday in the present week, The two then came together to York, their presence at which place is first known by their visiting the Railway. Commercial and Family Boarding House, kept by Mr Morgan, in Tanner Row. There they had dinner, and, as the weather was intensely stormy, they stayed in the hotel the rest of the day, and took a bed, which they occupied under the representation that they were man and wife, for the night. They breakfasted together on the following morning, and went out without any understanding that they would return. They, however, came back in the evening, and, having stated that they had been to see some friends at Hopgrove, and were weary, had refreshment, after which they sat in one of the rooms, apparently in most friendly conversation, from eight until ten, and then retired to rest. Nothing further was heard or known of them until yesterday morning, when, according to the girl's own statement, she was awakened by something running clown her side. This Bbe discovered to be blood, and simultaneously she found that her throat had. been cut. On looking towards ,her lover, who lay by her side, she saw that he had a bloodstained razor in his hand, and at once said to him, "I never thought you would do such a trick as this to me," to which he replied, I am sorry I have done, it." They both then got out of bed, and Archer having poured some water into the wash-hand basin, she attempted to wash the blood from her, and immediately after went out on to the landing and thence into an adjoining sitting-room, where she alarmed the house by riuging a bell, Mrs Morgan, who, with her husband was in a bedroom on the same landing as that on which the lovers had been sleeping, wag the first to come to the wounded girl's assistance. The latter exclaimed to Mrs Morgan, " See what he has dono with me," to which Mrs Morgan said, "Has your husband done it!" and received for an answer, " Yes; he has cut my throat with a razor." Mrs Morgan promptly alarmed her husband, who at once dressed and went for Mr North, a neighboring Burgeon, and next for a policeman, In the meantime the girl Eramitt sat in Mrs Morgan's bedroom ; whilst Archer, who had locked the door upon himself, remained in that in which he had committed the murderous act. The consequence of the latter proceeding led to the necessity, on the ariival of a policeman named Ellerbeck, by the use of a ladder, of making an entrance to Archer's bedroom by the chamber window fronting thi end of Railway-street, It was then found that Archer had cut his throat in a couple of places, and in a far more serious manner than he h.ul done that of his sweetheart; that his person and the room and bed were covered with blood, and that the razor with which the acts .had been committed was lying covered with blood on the floor. Mr North rendered what temporary surgical assistance was necessary, after which both Archer and Eramitt were, removed to the York County Hospital The wound upon the throat of the latter, though extending across it, is not so serious as are those upon Archer, and there is no present reason to suppose that she may not recover. Archer's condition is on the contrary critical. At present nothing is known as to what may have provoked the murderons act upon Emmitt, and her statement is that they retired together in peace, and that her first intimation of the occurrence as before described was the feeling of the hot stream of;blood which was flowing down her side. Emmitt is a fresh, active-looking girl, of somewhat short, stature, and wearing her front hair in what is known as a Grecian fringe acroß her forehead; and Archer is likewise a freßh-looking respectable young fellow. The girl in the course of 'conversation to a servant of the boarding-house, after the deeds had been committed, in reply to a question as to whether they were married, said that they w.ro int. but were to have been'on that day. A police-constable is in charge of Aichor at the hospital, and should lio survive he will .be brought up before a bench of magistrates -to answer for his rash and murderous act. ,

;, MRS. POYSERS'OPINIONS;;:'; ! [The' authoress of "Adam Bede."> painted proWbly.her happiest in the person of Mrs Poyser, the bustlj' ing indefatigable farmer's wife, who, busy of hand, : restless of eye, and pungent of tongue, gives forth in the above story .these, witty,,! caustic specimens of rustic proverbial .philosophy.] Folks : must put up wi' theirown kin, as they put up. wi' their own noser-itj is their own flesh and blood.'. ; ' •■■ ,l ■ Polks as have no" mind' to' be p' nse have always the luck to beout 6' "the road when there's anythingitojbedone.: [ It's all very fine.havirig a'ready : made rich man, but it may happen, he'll be'|a ready-made fool; audit's, no use filling, your pocket full o' money if you got a hole in the. comer. It'll do you no good to sit in a spring-cart o'.'your own, if you got a soft to drive you; he'll soon turn you over intotho ditcfa. i{/ I always said I'd never marry a man as had got no brains; for what the use of; a woman's having brains of her own if she's tackled to a geek as everybody's a-laughing at? She might as well dress herself fine to Bit back'ards on a donkey,

It's ill livin' in a hen-roost for them as doesn't like fleas.

If you you go past your dinner-time I there'll be little relish ,o', your meat. You turn it o'er and o'er wi' your fork, and-don't eat it after all. You find fault wi' your meat, and the fault's, all i' your stomach. Wi 1 them three gellsin the house I'd need twice the strength to keep 'em lip to their work. It's like having, roast meat at three fires; as soon as you've lasted one another's burnin'. What care I what the/men 'ud run after? It's well seen what choice the most of 'em know how to make, by the poor draggletails o' wives you see like 'bits o 1 gauze ribbons, good for nothing when the colour's gone. What's it sinnify what Chownp's wife like? a poor soft thing, wi' no more headpiece than a sparrow. She'd take a big cullender to strain her lard wi', and then wonder as the scrathin'.s run under. .... You'd never know

when you went into her house whether, it was Monday or Friday, th',wash draggin' on to the end o', the. ; w.eek; and as for her cheese, I know,, well enough it rose like a loaf in a tin last year. And then she talks o' the w'ea L ther bein'in fautj as there's folks 'ud stand on their heads and thensay the taut was their boots,

You make but a poor trap to catch luck if you go and bait it wi' wickedness. The money as is got so is like to burn holes i' your pocket. Mr Bedi : !! yi'.i take some vinegar with your JeUun. I Ah, you're i' th' right not, It spoils the flavour o' the chine to my thinking, It's poor eating where the flavour o' the meat lies i' the cruets. There' folks that make bad butter, and trusten to the salt t 1 hide it. I know that dancin's noiMW; but if you stick at everything kcauw uV nonsense, you wonna go far i'. this life. When you're broth's ready-made fori you, you mun swallow the thickenin',; or else let the broth alone, '

I'd sooner ha' brewin' day and waßh-. in' day together than one o' these' ploasurin' days. There's no work so tir'm' as danglin' about an' starin', an 1 not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next, and keepin' your faco i' smilin' order, like the grocer o' market day, for fear people shbuldna think you civil enough. An' you've nothing to show for't when it's done; if it isn't ayallowfucewi'eatin', things as disagree.. ■; ;:1 .

I was never over-fond o' gentlefolk's servants—they're mostly like the lady's tat dogs, nay ther good for barking nor butcher's meat, but on'y for show. It's them that take advantage that ijet advantage i| this world, I think. Folks have to wait long enough before it's brought to'em; ... ' •"•' ij' I've had my say out, and,l shall .be: th' easier for't all ray life. Thore'sno' pleasure i' living if you're to bo crokedj up for ever, and only dribblo your.j mind by .the sly, Jike : a leaky ".barrel, j I shan't" repent saying what,;! think, if I live to be us old as th' old, Squire,' and there's little likeboods, for it seems, as if them as aren't wanted here are th' only folks as aren't wanted! 1 in the other world. ' :: i'

It's a small joke sets men laughing when they sit a-sta'ring at' ane another wi' a pipe i' their mouths. Give Bartle Massey his, way, and he'd have all the sharpness to himself. If the chafl'cutter had the making of should all be straw, I reckon. .:, ' !

I'm not o'thoseas cau see the cat ji* the dairy, an' wonder what'she's come after. ' .' ; './."' ;: ' ; '',■'!,''"' .' ; Scarceness 6' vjctuaT'lik'e'ep.; there's no need to be hasty with the .cooking. An' scarcohess is what there's the biggest stock of i' that country. It's hard work to tell which, is, Old Harry when everybody!? got, boots on. -George Eliot, in the World of Wit and Humour; : :' l>-'.' ;