The New York herald., 1873-11-20
JERSEYS RECORD OF BLOOD.
Robbery and Probable Murder-An Old
Man Chopped with an Axe i'm n bar
room-Esc ne OF the Assa sstn.

Robbery and Probable Murder-An Old
Man Chopped with Axe in q Bar-
room-Escape OF the Assassin.
At the northeast corner OF Railroad avenue and
Coles street. Jersey City, Is liquor saloon, kept
by Richard O'Donnell. The barkeeper who at
tended the store lately was Patrick Larkn, good
natured, quiet old man. Many are the funny
stories told OF Pat by the children returning from
school, and the policemen who were wont TO
schar'' him about his bachelorhood. Pat was
great favorte with the old and the young. About
i've O'Clock yesterday morning Pat opened
the store and braced himself up Ior
work. Twenty minutes afterwards young
man entered and called for a hot whiskey Pat
cast quick glance at him, said "Yes, sr," turned
his back to make the drink. and that was the last
poor Pat remembered. The rufiian who entered
was bent on plunder, and when Pat turned his
back he was struck down by terrific blow The
assaiant was armed with lather's axe. and he
struck the unfortunate barkeeper nine times on
the head The scoundrel then went behind the
bar and took the TIL with It's contents under his
the prostrate. man had q watch, and
this he snatched from Larkin's vest The
cowardly rufian threw the deadly weapon behind
the stove in the store crossed to the west side OF
Coles street, washed his hand OF the blood at
hydrant ana ieit tne empty drawer On ane side .l.
milkman, passed that way. He called "Here Pat"
four times; but although the door was open and
the gas was lighted in the store, there was no
response. Carpenter peeped in and saw some
thing that startled him. He strobe few steps
across the n0or and then stood STILL The
moaning OF fellow man lying on the ground
startled him. ssWhO Is that.n cried the affrighted
mllkman; but there was no answer. He
retreated to the door to call o policeman; but
there was no officer at hand. The horse was
restive aud Carpenter tied him up, after which he
when, to his horror, he found that the moaning in
dividual was poor old Pat Larkin, bleeding from
every pore. 1t was q shocking sight. Carpenter
called out frequently, whats the matter ParY'
but there was no reponse He gave an alarm, and
few minutes afterwards 0nlcer Boyd passed on
his rounds and answered the call.
MEDICAL ald was summoned ana II was found
that the OLD mans head was gashed IN nine
places, the skull being fractured with the axe.
Three OF The wounds are fatal. HERALD reporter
called ut his bedside at nine O'Clock last night and
the sight there presented was pitiable one. The
glass was running fast lor Larkin, and he was too
derious TO give any connected account OF the
"What O'Clock is 1t ~ the poor man asked, and
the kind woman who attended him
snatched up the bloody vest. but there
was no watch there. ION, my God" she cried,
''there is no watch here; It's gone" Detective
Bennett and officer James Moulds, the veteran Of
veying the scene. There is no trace, however, OF
the murderer. The only cew Is the gOre-stained
axe. Larkin, in his lucid moments, stated that
the man who called Tor the drink was about %
years OF age, but that Is all he remembers. tit
was stranger who committed that murder"
was, he knew when the store would be opened and
at what time the officer would leave for roil calln
The amount OF money secured by the murderer
from the drawer did not exceed So.