Los Angeles daily herald., 1889-03-18

| arrested, S2ld AnLone, you must come
with u.s."
Scarcely we're the words out of his
mouth when Sprague whipped out
small revolver and, presenting it full in
the officers face, fred. The bullet en-
tered little above Antoae's right eye
and he fell, his blood and brains oozing
out upon the door step. Sprague then
jumped back, slamming the door in
front Of him, and just in time, for the
revolver OF Jones was out and taking
aim.
Jones' first thought was for the
wounded man, whom he seized
and pulled down from the step.
He was unconscious. The others
of the party hearing the
report had run around the house. Just
as they came up the door opened sud-
denly and the murderer leaped out,
almost in their midst. He had gone
back into the house, foreseeiLg the chase
which was to come to pass, and had
filled his pockets with cartridges. AS he
sprang through the crowd, he fred at
Jones, and he in turn fred back. Four
shots were exchanged at a range of
few yards, none of them taking effect.
Then the murderer turned and ran along
the bed of the Arroyo Seco up toward
Pasadena.
The noise OF this fusilade attracted
the attention OF number of people liv-
ing round about. Two of the first to ar
rive on the scene were W. @. Hogabaum
and well-known newspaper man OF this
city. These two, like the rest, were un-
armed and preferred to keep at a safe
distance from the savage being that they
were pursuing, They cut across the
country with the intention of heading the
man off from making into the hills,
which, with their thick growth of brush,
lie some distance back Of the Arroyo.
On their way they came upon the Old
Adobe road and as they went along met
Harry W. Patton, a resident of South
Pasadena and Register of the United
States Land Office, who was taking q
buggy ride together with Mr.. Mitchell,
a brother Of Judge Mitchell, of this city.
They were told what had happened and
Mr.. Patton forthwith declared that he
would drive back home and get his Win
chester rifle and take a hand in the
chase. A few minutes later he and
Mitchell caught up with the party, and
Mr.. Patton was now armed with a re-
peating rifle.
In the meantime the man Sprsgue,
mad with the frenzy of hunted
beast, made his way first along the sandy
bed of the old channel of the arroyo, and
and then across the fields back of South
Pasadena toward the hills. His pur-
suers kept we'll to the rear, but one of
them, John Lindsey, brought a shotgun
to bear upon him, and succeeded in put
ting number of small buckshot into the
mans body. At every ten or twenty
PAGES he would turn suddenly and
fire at any one who had
come up within range. Once a
chance bullet glanced from a rock and
struck citizen of South Pasadena, who
was taking no part in the pursuit. Sew
eral people who had come out of their
houses to see what was taking place, had
narrow escape from the reckless shots
which he fred as he ran mok through
the town.
On and on he fed, bleeding now more
and more at every step, but still inspired
by the same malignant wish to slay
those who would stop him. As
fast as his revolver was emptied,
he reloaded it, taking the cartridges
from his pocket and fitting them into
place without slackening his speed.
Over the hills there was an escape for
him in the wild, uncultivated land. He
turned off the adobe road, making
toward the Shorb winery. His hand
was less steady now and his pursuers
were closer.
At last, as he emerged from behind
hillock which, for a moment, had con-
cealed him from view, he was only about
$50 yards from the party, of which Mr..
Patton was one. Sprague raised his
revolver and fred at them and at the
same moment Patton leveled his rife.
There were two sharp cracks from Mr..
Patton's weapon and Sprague lay writh-
ing upon the ground. A bullet had en-
tered bis side as he stopped to aim and
had coursed up through the lungs.
The pursuers were about to rush upon
him when an uplifted arm waving a re-
volver showed that the fight was not all
out of him yet.
Throw down your gun," cried out
Patton, cor | will shoot again"
Down went the revolver and in mo-
ment Sprague was prisoner. The blood
gushing from his mouth and side
showed, however, that greater master
than the law was about to claim him for
his own. A stretcher was hastily impro-
vised and he was carried to the South
Pasadena Hotel. He remarked to his
captors that he had been shot before, but
this had finished him.
The wounded Constable had in the
meantime been conveyed to a private
house near the hut where he had re-
ceived the bullet. At the time this ac-
count was written, shortly before mid
night, both the man Sprague and his
victim we're still alive, but the doctors
who were in attendance declared that
neither of them had remote chance of
life. Both we're then unconscious.
Mr.. Harry w. Patton, the young man
whose rife bullet brought down the
frenzied murderer, is former City Edi-
tor of the HERALD, and at the present
time is Register in the United States
Land Office.