The daily gazette. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1874-1883, 1879-06-02

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as he left, s'but I'm going to give myself
ul." This declaration he put into exc.
cution.
DUGAN IN DESPAIR.
At Sixth and Market streets, about s
o'clock, Sergeant Whelsn was met by
Dugan, who said he had shot Richard Ii.
Rowe in the Ninth Ward, and asked
that physician be sent to the scene of
the shooting at once. He also requested
that he be locked up, which was done
Dugan appeared q this time to be suf-
fering from great distress and was much
excited. When he was put into the cell
and had moment to think over his ter
rible deed and the position in which he
was placed, he gave way entirely to his
feelings. When representative of this
paper walked down the corridor and
looked through the gate of the cell door
upon him, short time afterward, he saw
a man whose mental anguish was truly
painful to witness. No direct statement
could be gotten from him and all that
could be learned through him, was frag-
ments between his moans. "Poor Dick
ey," he would wall, 81 didn't mean to
hit him, l didn't know the thing was
loaded and pointed it at McGaughey to
frighten him. Poor Dickey poor d oS,"
the man continued in this strain all
evening. Sergeant Whelan having seen
Dugan behind the bars took steps to Sc
cure a doctor. He went to see DR..
Blocksom, but that gentleman was i'll.
He next went to Mayor Almonds store
at Eighth and Market streets, and from
here word was telephoned to Dr.. Short
ledge, who upon receipt of the message
repaired to the scene. He found that
the unfortunate man did not nte1 his
skill for he had been dead some time.
AFTER THE DREADFUL DEED.
1t is surprising that the leaden mes
senger, passing as it did completely
through the brain, did not cause death
to follow more quickley than it really
did. When the shot was fred, Dugan
stood slightly to Rowe's left and was
facing him. The bullet hit Rowe in the
left temple and passed transversly
through the brain. The unfortunate
man was assisted to the sofa and laid
down. He was spoken to but made nc
reply, except moan. For few min
utes after the shooting blood flowed
from the wound, but this soon ceased
Mrs. Dugan washed the blood away just
before she seIt for doctor and did all
she could in her weak way to raise the
pooIiman. Neatly allthose whowere about
the house when the dreadful deed was
done, appear to have quietly sneaked
away before the shot, followed by the
startled screams of Mrs. Dugan, called
who caused the whole affair, had sense
of safety enough left in his drunken brain
to impel him tn retire very suddenly !;
two negroes Levins and Foster, hurried
off when they heard the shot, and
Martin Coleman did not remain long.
They were all gone before large crowd
had gathered. Dugan had scarcely got
ten out of sight, when Officer John j
Cloud arrived upon the scene, being o
the shoting by Jonathan Spence, who
lives near by. He made inquiry in the
principal circumstances of the deed and
knowing that Dugan was the most i'm
portant party in it, he started after him
and traced him to the City Hall. Seeing
i'm safely confined in the cells he Sc.
cured a warrant, for the arrest of Ed.
ward McGaughey.
GAUGHEY IN THE TOLLS.
With this document in his possession
Mr.. Cloud returned to the scene of TRACE
dy and found that McGaughey had dis
appeared and was not to be found anG
also that Rowe had since died. He re-
mained secluded for some time but al
length came from his seclusion and re
turned to his home which is in the samt
block as is Dugan's house. He hat
scarcely reached there when Office
Cloud appeared and asked him if HI
would not come and testify at the coro
ner's inquest. "No," said he, 81 dom
know as shall the matter ought to b,
dropped right here, and don't want t.
testify" The officer took him into Gus
tody and locked him up. The same Off
Ger also arrested Martin Coleman, be
cause he, like McGaughey, said he dit
not care to come to the inquest. Coro
ner Butz, having been notified of the ia
tai result of the shooting, visited Pickle.
vile about o'clock and after taking til,
names of witnesses, concluded to hol,
the inquest on Sunday morning at 10 O.
clock.
MY POOR HUSBAND! WHAT SHALL DO
The body of the unfortunate man, re
manned at Dugan's house about fou
hours after the shooting, and lay in tn
same room in which he died, until remov
ed. No one except those whose office O
business made it necessary, were allow
ed inside. Shortly after o'clock,
sheet was spread over the dead man, an,
Messrs. James F. Daley, Sylvester c
Reeves, John Meaney and Charles Stag
ers carried him carefully and slowly to
ward his late residence at the end G
the railroad bridge, upon the sofa
| Seldom has there been more sad or dis
tressing home coming. The wife an
children had of course heard of tn
shooting. and were nearly heart-broken
but to see the loved and loving husban
and the kind father carried carefully i
before their eyes, corpse, was NOR
than they were prepared to bear. TIL
anguish of Mrs. Rowe was terrible an
the poor woman, it seemed, would e
wild. She wrung her hands and erie
constantly in tone of the deepest d.
spair and sorrow, "My poor husband
it will kill me; what shall do?"
THE MYSTERY OF THE PISTOL.
The only mysterious phase of til
shooting is that connected with the Fl
tai pistol. 1t was small seven shot n
volver, and when McGaughey came int
the house, it lay in drawer in the bs
| room Dupan went out of the sittiu