Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1872-01-12
A NETWORK TRAGEDY.
JAMES FISK, JR,, ASSASSINATED |!
STOKES HIS MURDERER.
His Remains brought to Brattleboro
for Interment.


dcrod in cold blood by Edward s. Stokes.
THE SHOOTING.
The affair occurred ut the Grand Central
Hotel, at quarter past four o'clock, Satur-
day afternoon. Stokes had been in waiting
for him at least Is minutes, pacing mean
time up and down the main corridor Of the
hotel on the parlor floor. This corridor is
one story above the street, is parallel with
Broadway, and at its northern end is
reached by the ladies' staircase from the
street. Passing and rcpassng the head of
this staircase, Stokes glanced furtively
down the stairs each time. His actions at
the moment attracted little attention, ms
there was nothing striking or unnatural
about them. While he thus loitered, James
Fisk, Jr., drove up in q Carra &c to the la
dies door. Stepping out of his carriage
and walking brislly across the pavement,
he passed through the outer door of the no.
tel Whom he had done so, he spoke to
John 7. Redmond, the porter on duty at
the door, asking him If Mrs. Moss was in.
Redmond replied that she was not, but
that he believed her daughter was in ler
grandmothers room. Fisk then said "Tell
her / am here" but started up the stairs
before the porter.
Up seven steps from the street there is n
small landing. Reaching this, Fisk hap
pened to glance upward, and there saw a
wcll-drcssed man, whom he instantly rec
ognizod as Edward S. Stokes, standing at
the head of the stairs. This man had his
right arm resting on the standard at the
head Of the stairs, and Fisk noticed that
there was something in the right hand. Be
fore the victim could SEQ that this some
thing was pistol, without word having
been uttered by either of the men, Stokes,
seeming to take deliberate aim, fired. The
shot struck him in the left arm; another
Immediately followed ii, striking in the abb
domen, and Fisk cried out, "For Gods
sake, will anybody save mc?' Stokes
glared at him fiercely, fired another shot,
and then turned and ran up the stairs. At
the top of tho staircase he was met by
gentleman who had heard the reports and
was hurrying to find what the matter was.
He passed Stokes and saw nothing singu-
lar in his appearance. Fisk was still cry
ing, For Gods sake will anybody save
me?"
This gentleman, who is a resident of Bos-
tou and surgeon, lost no time in putting
his arm under the head of the PROSTATE
man, who was gasping. The people in the
hotel and those on the street at the time
crowded around in intense excitement, and
gazcd and listened breathlessly and with
some horror mt the sight of the blood that
was running out of Mr. FISK, sleeve on
the floor. Everybody asked, "What is the
mat,er?" Fisk replied, with AN effort, an
shot" He was then taken and carried up
stairs into the ladies' parlor, where he was
put upon a sofa, but ii was thought better
to take him into another room across the
corridor. Here he was laid upon bed. a
messenger was hurriedly dispatched for Il
surgeon. Some one asked him, "Wherc
are you hurt? How many wounds are
there ?" "Two o. three of them?"
His coat was quickly removed, but it
was found more difficult to get his shirt OF;
so il was cut into pieces, and in this way
the wound in the arm was disclosed, the
Bloc cd from which was running in great
stroa .. The shot had passed completely
through the flesh, leaving large, ugly
looking hofc like one made by bullet
used in navy revolver.
Fisk was asked if that was the only
wound and said NO. and pointed to his
stomach. The physician who had arrived
uncovered the wound and found il large
one, like the other, with very little blood
visible. After the doctor had finished his
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for some brandy and water. After he had
drank it the doctor probed the wound, but
| found that he had no instruments long
enough to reach the ball, if it could he
reached at all. While the operation was
proceeding and large number of persons
were around him, Fisk maintained his
composurc, the muscles of his face never
quivcring, and watching the movements OF
the surgeon with the greatest GOODNESS. Az
ter it was through he said to DIR. Tripler,
who was first to attend him: "Doctor, if
am going TO die | want to know it. Pm
not afraid to die; but then if | am going TO
die would like to know it beforehand"
The doctor replied: "Ioloncl, you are not
going to die tonight, and not tomorrow
either, hope" The gentleman who had
first found Mr.. Fisk after he was shot asked
him who it was who attacked him. lie
answered, "Stokes."
STOKES ARRESTED AND IDENTIFIED.
After completing his murdcrous work,
Stokes paused for an instant, and then
turned and walked rapidly away. He was
captured, however, with little difficulty,
and identified by Fisk. The police then
escorted Stokes, followed by an immense
crowd, to the fifteenth precinct station
house, few rods away in Mercer street, in
charge of Capt. Brynes. On arriving at
the house he was arraigned before the desk.
Capt. Brynes, stepping to his place behind
it, said ~ am about to ask you some
questions, and you can answer them OIL
not, as you please Stokes answered in
stanty, firmly and in a natural voice; 81
must tell you at once that l will answer
nothing" Capt. Brynes said: "Will you
give me your name?" To which Stokes
said: "Certanly; my name is Edward $
Stokes. / will give you that, but nothing
more" He was then, by order of Capt.
Bryncs, taken back and locked up in an or
binary cell, where he was soon aiterward
visited by his counsel, John McKeon.
DEATH OF FISK.
The wounded man retained his conscious
ness during the night, but the watchers
among them VIM. NJ. Tweed and Jay
Gould, saw the last-lailing strength of the
wounded man, and, despite the hopes o
the physicians, they saw unconsciousnes,
and death approaching, and when Tweed
left the room he seemed detected. Jay
Gould is reported to have watched silently
but eagerly, and he seemed TO fear tina
death was nearer than he cared TO own
Two physicians, Drs Fisher and Tripler
remained with Fisk. At o'clock, DIR
Fisher reused his companion, who wa
sleeping on the sofa, and together they useC