Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1872-01-12
Assassination of James Fisk. Jr.
HE Is SHOT BY sToKEs-HIs DEATH SUN
DAY MORNING.

York, at quarter past o clock, Satur-
day afternoon, by Edward S. Stokes, his
rival and enemy. Stokes had been in
waiting for him at least 10 minutes, pac.
ing meantime up and down the main
corridor of the hotel on the parlor floor.
This corridor is one story abovethe street
is parallel with Broadway, and at its
northern end is reached by the ladies
stsrcase from the street. Passing and
repassing the head of this staircase,
Stokes glanced furtively down the stairs
each time. His actions at the moment
attracted little attention, as there was
nothing striking or unnatural aboutthem,
While he thus loitered, James Fisk, Jr.,
drove up in carriage to the ladies
door, Stepping out of his carriage and
walking briskly across the pavement, he
passed through the outer door of the no.
tel. When he had done so, he spoke to
John t. Redmond, the porter on dutyat
the door, asking him il Mrs. Morse was
in. Redmond replied that she was not,
but that be believed her daughter was
in her grandmother room. Fisk then
said, Tell her am here" but started
up the stairs before the porter.
Up seven steps from the street there is
small landing. Reaching this, Fisk
happened to glance upward, and there
saw a weil-dressed man, whom he in
SANITY recognized as Edward S. Stokes,
standing at the head of the stairs. This
man had his right arm resting on the
standard atthe head OF the stairs, and
Fisk noticed that there was something in
the right hand. Before the victim could
see that this something was pistol, with
out word having been uttered by either
of the men, Stokes, seeming TO take de-
liberate aim, fired. The shot struck him
in the left arm another Immediately
followed it, striking in the abdomen, and
Fisk cried out, For Gods sake, will
anybody save me?" Stokes glared at
him fercely, fred another shot, and then
turned and ran up the stairs. At the top
of the staircase he was met by gentle
man who had heard the reports and was
hurrying to find what the matter vas
He passed Stokes and saw nothing singu-
lar in his appearance. Fisk was still
crying, For Gods sake, will anybody
save me y
This gentleman, who is resident Of
Boston 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 in
tense excitement, and gazed and listened
breathlessly and with some horror at
the sight of blood that was running out
of Mr.. Fisk's sleeve on the floor. Every
body asked, What is the matter ?"
Fisk replied, with an effort, I'm shot"
He was then lifted and carried up the
stairs into the ladies parlor, where he
was put upon sofa, but it was thought
better to take him into anther room across
the corridor. Here he was laid upon
bed. A messenger was hurridly dis
patched for surgeon. Some one asked
him, Where are you hurt? How many
wounds are there ?" 1.-TWO or three of
them ?"
His coat was quickly removed, but it
was found more difficult to get his shirt
off; so it was cut into pieces, and in this
way the wound in the arm was disclosed,
the blood from which was running in a
great stream. The shot had passed COM
pletely through the flesh, leaving a
large, ugly-looking hole like one made
with 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
it large one, like the other, with very
little blood visible. After the doctor
had finished his examination for the
time Mr.. Fisk asked for some brandy
and water. After he had drank it the
doctor probed the wound, but found that
be had no instruments long enough to
reach the ball, if it could be reached at
all. While the operation was proceed
ing aud large number of persons were
around him, Fisk maintained his com.
posture, the muscles of his face never
quivering, and watching the movements
of the surgeon with 1.-THE greatest GOODNESS
After it was through he said to DR.. Trip.
let, who was the first to attend him =
" Doctor, if l am going TO die l want to
know it. | am not afraid to de: but
then if / am going to die l would like
to know beforehand" The doctor re-
piled: Colonel, 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. He
answered, Stokes