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 Abt 1870 - Yes, date unknown
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Emma BULLOCK |
| Born |
Abt 1870 |
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Female |
| Died |
Yes, date unknown |
| Person ID |
I14119 |
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| Last Modified |
14 Apr 2016 |
| Family |
Dr. Henry Campbell CLOSE, b. 23 Jun 1868, New Jersey, United States  , d. 17 Apr 1930, Trenton, Mercer, New Jersey, United States (Age 61 years) |
| Married |
1910 |
Omaha, Douglas, Nebraska, United States |
| Last Modified |
2 Apr 2024 |
| Family ID |
F3966 |
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- [S279] Auckland Star, 13 July 1929.
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Seven Known"Wives."
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The police have tabulated the seven known "wives" of this modern Bluebeard as follows:—
Sarah Phelan, of New York, married 1892.
Marie Becker, of New York, married 1899.
May Parkington-Powers, of Pawtucket, married 1902.
Maude Allen, of New York, married 1906.
Emma Bullock, of Chicago, married 1910.
Rosalie MacCready, of Florida, married 1914.
Mildred Mowry, of Greenville, Pa., married August 28, 1928, murdered.
The man is the father of four children.
An extraordinary sidelight on Campbell's personality is furnished by the attitude of his sixth"wife," Rosalie MacCready. She refuses to be upset by the disclosure that her husband, even while living with her, was making love to a woman whom he later married and murdered.
"Never mind what he has done," she said. "He loved only me. I love him. My love will sustain me, come what may."
Yet Rosalie is still young and pretty. Her friends were shocked when as a schoolgirl, straight from a Florida high school, she married Henry Campbell, grey-haired and twice her age.
What, then, is the fascination of this man over women?
What strange streak in his nature has distorted what could have been an honoured career into a weird mixture of culture and crime?
Is it the same power that caused ill-fated Mrs Mowry to write to him: "Why, O, why did you desert me. I who need you so. I cannot let you get away. I will work, I will go into the streets, into the slums, but you must live with me. I am your wife."
This letter was found in Campbell's pocket on his arrest. He answered her heart-stricken plea.He went back to her. Then came the motor ride in the night, the shot, the flame. And Campbell sits in his cell waiting for what may be the last act in the tragedy of an amazing life.
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