Kinkowski, Martin, -1882; Muller, Philomena, -1881; Murder -- New Jersey
He stepped toward her with arms spread as though to embrace her, but
she started back in a half frightened way. The boy, however, sprang
toward him and clasped his arms around his neck. The woman turned her
face away and only allowed him to kiss her neck, while the little
girl pushed him off and then shrank away. Just then the crowd without
howled. Kenkowsky turned ghastly pale and trembled, while his wife
fainted and fell upon the floor, and the boy wept louder than ever. The
little girl leaned over her mother and patted her cheek with one hand,
while with the other she made a repelling motion toward her father. The
prisoner was led away, and as soon as the wife came to her senses she
went away with her children. When the door closed on her she stood for
a moment gazing in a dazed manner at the crowd. The people seemed to
pity her. One man took her hand and led her down the steps, and then
she passed through the crowd unmolested by either word or act. Her
face was pale but calm, and the little girl was as quiet as she had
been throughout all the trying scenes, but the boy, who clung to his
mother’s skirt, was still crying bitterly.
Kenkowsky was again led back before the sergeant at the desk as soon as
his family had gone. He was then quite calm and collected. He turned to
a policeman and said in German: “I am innocent. I suppose you will let
me go home soon.”
“Why,” replied the policeman, “whether you’re guilty or not, you’ll
be mighty lucky if you get off.”
[Illustration: FINDING THE BODY OF MINA SCHMIDT, ALIAS MULLER, ALIAS
KENKOUWSKY, WHERE IT HAD BEEN LEFT BY HER HUSBAND]
The prisoner was then asked if he would go quietly to court, and he
said he would. He was manacled, and between two policemen was marched
out of the station. His appearance was a signal for another howl from
the crowd, who pressed around the party so closely that the policemen
used their clubs. The prisoner turned pale, and trembled as he had done
in the station when he heard the angry cry without. He was hustled into
the coach, and as soon as the door was closed the driver whipped up
his horses, and they started off at such speed that the crowd had to
fall back. Many, however, ran after the coach several blocks down Ninth
avenue, and some boys followed it all the way to the Jefferson Market
Police Court.
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