St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-11-18
Love TURNS TO HATE:
Too Much Matrimony Brings
a Prodigal Son to the
Grave.
Harry W. King, Jr., Slain by
His Duped and Deserted
Wife.
She Kills Him in Cold Blood
in an Omaha
Hotel.
Tho Wyonnar Who Su0nlanteA
The Woman Who Supplanted
the Legal Wife Will Prob
ably Dis.

OMAHA. Neb.. Nov. 17.-Henry W.
King, Jr., of Chicago, was the victim of
a terrible tragedy enacted in this city at
6 O'clock this morning. A few weeks
ago Browning, King & Co., the we'll
known clothiers Of Chicago and else
where, opened branch here. Henry
w. King. son of one of the proprietors,
has been boarding at the Paxton hotel
with woman, oStenSbly his wife. at
7:30 this morning, fair-haired, lady
like woman arrived from Chicago and
registered as Mrs. FL. W. King, Jr.
Soon after the woman had registered at
the Paxton hotel she inquired of a bell
boy If Henry w. King was
guest there. The unsuspecting boy
replied that he did, and added
that he occupied a room, No. 66.
''Well, does he live with a woman
here?' she again inquired. The bell
boy again replied in the affirmative. In
response 10 the latter reply, Mrs. King
muttered something i'll a low tone, and
atonee proceeded to the room indicated.
& peremptory rap on the door brought
the response from MIR. King: "All-
right; will be there in a minute" He,
OF course. had 10 suspicion as to the
identity of his caller. or of the peril in
which he stood. While waiting outside
the door, the woman stepped to the ele-
Vator and remarked to the attendant:
'That man, Mr.. King, is living with an
other woman;
1 AM HIS WIFE"
She then walked reStlesSiy to and fro
in the hallway in front of the room, ali
the while keeping a close lookout that
the door was not opened without her
knowledge. Finally Mr.. King, in
partly dressed condition, opened the
door part way, and when she caught
sight Of him the following conversation
epSued:
as that you, Harry?"
"Yes."
"Well, am here, but l do not sup
pose that you are pleased at it."
mo, am not; want you to keep
away. You go down into the parlor
and will see you i'll short time"
No, sir: will not leave this door
you know how YOU have treated me,
but while live my love will always be
with you. l will not leave you"
Mr.. King shut the door suddenly, and
for moment all was silent save the
murderess, who stood with restless eyes
and pallid lips before the closed door,
kept muttering something that was in
audible to those who happeded to be
passing at the time. Then Mr.. King
raised the transOm over his door, and.
peering out, again requested the woman
to go to the parlor. where he said he
would join her in few moments. This
she again emphatically refused to do,
and, finding all hopes of keeping mat
iat in tHt Mr n ct
out of his room and faced the woman
who claims to be his wife. After pass
ing few words with her in low tone,
MIR. King started for the elevator, stat
ing that he had no desire to talk with
her; but the woman caught hold of his
arm, ana, with tears in her eyes, said
beseechingly: Harry, will you not
accompany me to breakfast?
MEAN YOU NO HARM.
81 intend to prosecute you for blgamy
and my father will prosecute you for
forging his name. That is what ! came
to inform you Of" You get away from
me-" replied Mir. King, and. he rctraeed
his steps from the elevator to a sofa
that was standing in a darkened por-
ton of the rntunda on the second floor.
The woman followed him and the two
conversed together in low tone for a
time, after which they repaired to the
lower parlor. Finally Mr.. King arose
to go. AS he did SO the maddened
woman drew revolver, and its sharp
report rang through the corridors of the
hotel King ran through the hallway,
followed by his alleged wife with
cooked revolver in her hand, causing a
scene of CONSERVATION and panic among
those of the guests who happened
TO be in the part of the hotel
in which they were. King ran through
the hall on the east side of the court,
then turned and darted through the
north hallway in westerly direction.
His purSuer was close after him, and
before he had reached the stairway,
leading to the floor below, she had fired
three more shots at him. Blinded and
bleeding, he reeled and fell heavily
down the stairs. The woman followed
him closely, but after the fourth shot
was fired did not make another attempt
at his life. As her victim lay prostrate
in the throes Of death, with the blood
oozing from his mouth, the murderesS
knelt over his form and murmured: 81
have murdered my husband" still
holding the smoking weapon in her
hand. She rose and looked about her,
and again knelt over him and was
about to impress kiss upon the pallid
lips Of her victim, when seeing an
officer enter the hotel. she arose to her
feet, and, as Sergeant M0styn and De-
tective Urmby approached ner. she in
formed them that she had committed
the deet. She was taken into custody
and placed in the county jail.