The evening light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1881-1883, 1883-03-20
A MISSING MISS.
One of the High Contracting Parties Fails
ID Appear to be Married as
Promised.
Nuns Tired of Their VOws---Suicide i'm "a
Shooting Gallery City
Rustler.

Special Correspondence of the Evening Light.
NEW YORK, March I2-Miss Schafer,
we'll dressed young woman informed the
Jersey City police Thursday that a..lady friend
of hers, Miss Tonner, with whom she had
called upon Father Kraus, of St. Boniface
church, on business of a private nature, was
detained against her will by him. Father
Kraus says the two women were sisters of the
Dominican Order, and have been domiciled
in the convent attached to his church. Miss
Schafer had taken the temporary vow for
three years, and her probation would expire
in August. Miss Tonner, who is niece of
Father Tonner, of this city, had taken per-
petual vows, and had held high position in
the convent of Mount Vernon, in Westchester
county. Miss Schafer had behaved in an un-
satisfactory way at St. Boniface convent. and
removed to convent on Second street in this
city, from which she had been transferred to
Mount Vernon.
She and Miss Tonner had become disSatis-
fed with religious life, and had quilted the
convent, whether with or without permission,
the priest could not tell. They came to him
for the purpose of procuring dispensation
from further observance of their vows. He
had told them that they would have to apply
to the bishop. Miss Schafer then went away,
while Miss Tonner, who was sick, remained
for about an hour, when she departed.
Father Tonner said the trouble arose from
the fact that some of his niece's relatives
were Protestants. He added: 81 regard my
niece as good Catholic, and believe she
would not have abandoned the life she led if
she had not been influenced by her grand
father and Miss Schafer. We will use no
means other than persuasion to get her back.
She can't be abSolved from her vows without
the sanction of the Pope" In the meantime
Miss Tonner has not been found.
SINGULAR SUICIDE.
A we'll dressed man of 50 years went into
Thomas II. Moffat's shooting gallery early
Yesterday. There were no customers in,
and Charles Haskell and George Anglers,
Mofat's assistants, were making arrange
ments to close for the night The stranger
began talking with Haskell, and asked what
rangers were used for pistol practice. Has
kell said IS PAGES. "Ten PAGES is the best
distance to my mind" said he, "and would
like to shoot at that range" He sprang
across the counter and stepped off ten PAGES
from the target. EIaskell'loaded long duel
ing pistol of ~ caliber. The man took it and
pointed it toward the target. SIS it all
ready?' he asked. "Yes," said Haskell.
$50 am l." said the man, and, putting the
muzzle of the pistol to his head back of the
right ear, pulled the trigger and tell dead to
the floor. The body was searched and a
card found. on which was written "John
Hartley" In the pocket were found pawn
ticket calling for gold watch, pair of gloves
and handkerchief.
The man wore a Dunlap hat. The body
was sent to the Morgue. There are several
John Hartleys in the directory, but the suicide
is not one of them.
BAD MAN FROM BITTER CREEK.
A tall, rather stoutly built stranger, dressed
in black, with cast in his left eye and indis-
tinctneSS in his gait, entered SlosSon'S billiard
room in the afternoon and invited the bar
tender to drink. The latter declined, and
the stranger drew pistol and hourished it.
Then he walked over to chair opposite the
pool table where Andrew Gray, the colored
porter, sat, and asked him to shake hands.
The porter replied they could be friends with
out that. The man in mourning replied,
"I'll kill you, you cur" Heaimed the revolt
yer straight at the porter's head and snapped
it. 1t missed fire, and, still holding it, the
man went back to expostulate with the bar
tender. The porter came up to get a cigar
for player.
The stranger snapped the pistol at the por-
ter again. This time it exploded. The
bullet went into the ceiling. The stranger
struck the porter blow on the wrist. They
grappled moment and then the invader let
90 and turned to Edward Brucks, the young
man who was tending the pool table. "Shake
hands," he said. Brucks had his hand on his
own pistol, but shook hands. Then the man
in mourning raised his revolver again and
shouted to SlossoR, "Pll shoot you, too. I'll
clean out the whole place"
"Don't fire again." said the billiard expert.
He hurried to the back of the room, where
the players and loungers had gathered. The
stranger caught sight of the porter, who stood
against the wall waiting chance to get behind
him and disarm him. He turned upon the
negro, followed him across the room to
stove near the entrance, and fired at him, and
again missed him. Then he set out for the
crowded end of the room, brandishing his
pistol. Young Brucks ran out TO call
policeman. The men turned when he heard
the door slam, and ran out after him, but
gave up the pursuit at the corner of Sixth
avenue. He dashed up the stairs Of down
town elevated railroad station. A train was
going down, and he boarded it, and has not