Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-02-08
FROM EAR TO EAR.
WORK or A DEMON WITH A CAN.
ING KNIFE At CHICAGO.
4 Parsinonioas Salsea-K Ksepsr Csts NJ
Wifs's Threat In the Psssaos sf The
Family. and Cooily WssaAss Her Liz
BlooA Ebb Away.

CHICAGO. February S-This city see1
much crime, but . more cruel. shockins
murder than that committed yesterday q
2,5ll Cottage street, has not occurred here
for years. Matthias Busch. . saloon-keepef
II that place. cut the throat Of his wife with
a carving knife ~ that she died in . few
moments.
The deed was done In the presence Of
their child and the aunt Of the victim.
Busch WAS arrested. knife in hand, while
the blood was yet squirting from the corpse
few feet distant. just as he WAS about to
slay his little daughter. The tragedy vas
horribly cold-blOOded and premeditated.
1t had its origin in the covetousneS Of
Busch, who had been foiled in his desire TO
control $40, 900 worth Of real estate that had
been wiiled to his wife by her father.
Six years ago Busch, then Is years OF
age. and keeping . saloon at 25ll Cottage
Grove avenue, married his wife, then Nellie
Schank. the twenty three-year-Old daughter
OF Peter Schank, = we'll known and wealthy
ssiOon keeper. II was said at the time that
money that would one day be hers. and
certain il is that from the wedding day his
treatment Of her was harsh and cruel. II
money was his object, fortune favored him,
for soon his father -in-law died. leaving all
his property to his wife. Mrs. Schank sur
vived but few months, and three years
ago Mrs. Busch came into possession Of the
entire property. Last evening Busch went
home to supper and sat down At the table
with his wife opposite him.
You made out your will to-day, did
your asked the husband, scowling At his
wife.
Yes" was the reply
''What did you do with it?'
Il left it to the children"
'D- you, what do you mean by thatT"
Finishing his supper in all silence. he
arose from the table, picking up the carving
knife ss he did SO. and went toward his
wife. He threw his left arm carelessly
around her neck. while the wicked blade
cleaned in his right hand. The poor wife,
unused to such cares,es. looked into his
lace in frightened kind Of way.
You had better give me that knife,
Matthew" said the aunt lwhO WAS presently
reaching for it.
p you. take it." said Busch. and with
quick movement he cut her hand TO the
bone. Then without another word he
turned toward his wife whose pale face was
still upturned to his. and catching her hair
IN one hand, bent her head back and
drew the sharp blade clear across her throat.
The warm blood spurted across the room
and Is the murderer relaxed his grasp, the
poor woman rose to her feet. threw up her
aands. staggered forward two steIrs. aud fell
10 the floor. The aunt rushed from the
room. Busch sat down and took up his
child, three years of age. One moment
more would probably have been the little
ones last, but just then two officers At
iracted by the scream of the fleeing aun:,
burst in the door.
seated in q chair was Busch with his
three-year-old child on his knee and in his
right hand a carving knife. from which the
blood was dripping. See. see" laughed
the child, pointing to the shining knife a.
the officers entered. With a curse Busch
threw the child to one side and dropped
the knife TO the floor. Then without an
other word he rose and watched the officers
As they bent over the body of his wife,
feeling the pulse. which had already
stopped. The little child began to cry. and
the officers, taking Busch by the arm, led
hin from the house to the station.
Busch is an unattr.ctive looking fellow.
Gray eyes peep from . brow wrinkled with
8 seemingly perpetual scowl. He refused
TO talk when taken to the station