The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-02-27
A REMARKABLE CASE.
Heroism ola Young Girl with a BULLET in Fier
Lung.

Lung.
New York Special.
Katie Mcdonnell. a trim young Irish nurse
maid. went to visit an uncle on Sunday, and at
10 o'clock at night hurried home to the house OF
her employer, Mrs. Meyer lIecht, at 3l1 East
Fifty-seventh street. Near the house Dennis
Hennelly, an old acquaintance, stopped her. he
had been drinking. and spoke roughly to her-
She begged him not TO dctain her. lie held her
arm, and walked slowly with her along the north
sidewalk of Fifty seventh street toward Mr.
Heclt's.
! 'When are you going to marry me-. was what
| he kent say;n,t - her. At the steps of the house
he kept his hold of her arm, and said: y Gu We
got TO promise that you will marry me before
l Lent. ~ ~.,
Henneejiv pnt the mnn.yleof abis pistol against
her breast and fired. She dlu-'"' '''' ''O '"'oN
at the railing and steadied heiseI. ,.uuIo,,
will you marry me now! asked the t.
man. She hastily promised that she woum.
III tell Mrs. Hecht in the morning, Dennis,
she said. and make arrangements. Only you
must go away now, quick, or you Will be ar
rested
He let her go, and she went up the stoop bear
ing on the railing, and rang The bell Of the sec
ond fiat, where the Hechts live.
is that you, Katie said the %janitor. Did
you hear IA pistolGhot just now
NO said Katie. She made her way slowly
up stairs, and fell on the landing. She was up
again in a moment, and entered Mrs. Hechts
room.
Has the baby been good?4 she asked, steady
ing herself by the back of IA chair. The baby
was given 30 her. and she babe Mrs. Hecht good
night and carried it into her own room.
AT breakfast time, to-day, she did not appear.
Mrs. Hecht Knocked at her door, got no answer,
and opened the door. Katie was lying on the
bed, and its covering was crimson with blood.
She beckoned Mr.. Hecht, and whispered to him
that she had been shot by accident, and was
afraid she was going to die. Mrs. Hecht pressed
Katie to tell who had shot her, but the girl
would not tell, only whispering that it was an
accident.
1T was Dennis, wasn't itT said Mrs. Hecht.
Then Katie admitted that it was Dennis.
He was found in a saloon, in Astoria, throwing
dice for drinks.
Il know what you want me for" he said to
Detective Cuff. I've got myself into a scrape,
and III have to get myself out of it
He admitted that he had shot Katie. What he
had done with the pistol he would not tell. He
was brought to New York and taken to Katies
bedside. having first been warned not to speak.
Katie flushed and whispered:
This is Dennis Hennelly. He shot me because
l would not marry him. My brothers did not
want me to marry him"
After this interview she was carried to the
Roosevelt Hospital. The surgeons were afraid
TO probe for the bullet, which was a large one.
1t entered the left breast aninch above the heart
and passed through the left lung. Its locality
cannot be ascertained. The surgeons say that
she has hardly one chance in a hundred OF re-
covery. Hennelly is 4 low-browed, dull-lookins,
sparely-built man Of twenty-six. When he was
told that Katie was likely to die he expressed a
good deal of anxiety on his own account.
Katie Mcdonnell is twenty two years old. She
is very neat and bright, and was treated as Il
member of Mrs. Hechts family. She used to
speak of Hennelly as she d Ii 3jff ner brothers,
calling him always by his Christian name.
Twice during the night that Katie lay wounded
she rose from the bed to give water to the fretful
child, fearing that it would awaken the family.