The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-30
MURDER NO CRIME,
WIN. Frei, Who Killed Jauch, o Free
Man.

The Old adage that whisky is only four
teen cents gallon and murderers are never
hung here" has again been verified.
The readers of the STAR will remember
the details of blood-curdling murder that
occurred on Sunday night, August Oath, at
No. 60 Buckeye street, between Oak and
Main streets.
The history Of the crime, in brief, is
this:
William Frei, young man of eighteen
years, had quarrel that night with his
baker. boss, Jacob Jauch about some
money which the latter had kept back t,
pay a whisky bill. Frei about O'Clock in
hit him with the pnmmel of the hatchet,
knocking him senseless.
Then Frei deliberately used the sharp
end of the hatchet and inflicted nine
wounds on Jaucl.'s head, each one of
which would have proved fatal. After
hacking his victim up, Frei left and was ar
rested the next day by Officers Renner and
Wynne, of Bremen-street Station.
A STAR reporter visited Frei in his cell,
at the Central Station, about an hour after
the murderer's arrest, when lie gave the
following statement:
THE PRISONER STATEMENT
II owed So to a saloon keeper named J..
Erich, No. IS Buckeye street. He wanted
the money from me, and to get it went to
my boss and complained to him of me, and
also abused me. told him that in the
course of the next week would pay my
debt, tas had several others to settle up.
Last evening received my wages, but
my bpss held 81 back. replied that this
did not suit me-Jauch should pay his
men and would pay my own debts.
went to Erich and had words with
him on accounto of his action, but Jauch,
WHO was present, said that Erich was COR
rect This was about o'clock last even
ing. At o'clock went in to the saloon of
Charles Hildebrandt, No. 81 Buckeye street,
and drank glass of beer.
'rhen proceeded to the bakery where
work and found my boss cleaning the bread
pans, which he had never done before.
did not talk to him any more until about
II o'clock, when the dough was being pre-
pared. The talk about that debt of mine
was then again resumed, and war Of
words ensued.
"My boss suddenly grabbed piece of
wood and made motion to strike me, but
was ahead of him and struck him with
the
PUMMEL OF THE RATCHET
on the head. ought, in fact, have shot, as
it would not hurt him so long; the revolver
had with me was twenty-five caliber:
only hit him three times; after this
wanted at first to 60 to my bedroom, but
as was excited. l Iwent to my sisters place,
in the second story OF No. 4S Elder street
II told her that had quarrel with NV
boss, but told her nothing concerning the
bloody tragedy.
'IT TRIED TO SLEEP,
but could not, as had to keep thinking
about what had done.
Before l left my sister I went to
Moerscheps place, on Findlay, near Race
street.
Il pulled out my revolver there, and
whan laborer, who was standing near,
asked what l was going to do with it,
told him | wanted to use it in case of
emergency.
About o'clock this morning four DO
lcenlen made their appearance. and when
they knocked at my door knew what was
MP. Lat once dressed and delivered myself
into their custody. When left with them
bade my sister good-by."
The prisoner, who, as stated above, is
only eighteen years old, took matters very
coolly, talked about his crime the same as
he would about the making of a loaf of
bread, laughed at some of the questions
asked him, and OH the statements of our
reporter being translated in German to
him, replied that they were correct in every
particular
At this time he does not yet know that