St. Paul daily globe., 1889-02-18
g. THE FATAI. NIGHT.
| Events of the i.venihg ON Which
the Deed Was Committed.

Last Friday evening joe Chmalk, in
company with a man called HrWlojclk,
or name which sounds like that, went
to Phillip Chmalik's house to play
cards. Philip, it must be remembered,
is JOe's half-brother, and the latter is
therefore uncle to the girls, Mary and
Rosa. They played harmoniously until
supper time, when it was found that
Joe had gone. Hrwiojcik said he had
gone home, but the Others th0uSht he
must be around the place. A search
produced no rtsults, and they
supped without him. About IL o'clock
Hrwojcik went home, and the family
prepared to- retire to bed. Where had
Joe been all this time? 1t seems ne bad
gone to his fathers house and threat
ened to shoot the old man. The latter.
however, declined to admit him. to the
house, and he left, armed with a shot
gun and his SiX-chambered revolver.
Before going to bed Mary and Rosa
went outside, as was their custom. Their
father had been reading to them in the
kitchen from the paper, and was fixing
up the fire while th ywere outside.
Rosa returned in a few minutes, crying
and saying:
"Pa, | am shot! Joe shot met!
Her father took her UP stairs to her
mother, who proceeded to examine her
wound. She found a bullet-hole under
the left cOllar-bone, just over the breast.
from which blood was pouring copl-
ouslY. The father went out to The
wound and suddenly discovered the alb
sence of Mary, his other daughter. He
had heard no shots, but was very fear
full lest she might have been shot, too.
His son Ignace was in the house at the
time, and father and son instituted
hurried search for the missing girl. No
trace of her could be found. At last
Ignace exclaimed:
Father, here is drop of blood on
the snoW!o
The position of the crimson stain sug-
gested that she had run away to her
brothers house, SO lgnace started there
as soon as possible. The father stood
bewildered for minute, and then ex-
citedly thought of sending for a doctor.
He ran after his son to tell him to go for
one, but had not gone more than a few
rods when he heard several more shots
from tile direction Of the house.
HE is shooting the old woman!" he
mentally exclaimed.
His first impulse was to go
ale has made away with them now,
and he would only shoot me too" He,
therefore, made for his sons house,
some three-quarters of a mile distant. as
had been his original intention.
What the old mans thoughts were as
he ran can better be imagined than eX-
planned. The knowledge that young
rutfian was shooting his wife and
daughter at home, and the fear that his
other daughter might be in an equally
bad phi hit at his sons must have made
his brain whirl. What was his horror
when. reaching the house he was bound
for, he found his daughter Mary in the
last struggles of her death agoiy!
Lying on the floor in pool of steam
ingb lood, he beheld her!
Blood trickllng from a hole in her
shoulder, blood o0zing in black stream
from her neck, and spreading warm and
red from number of smaller holes in
her back
Her lips parted. Her eyelids auiv-
cred! us she alive? My God! will she
speak?" Such were the thoughts which
rushed through the minds of father and
brothers as they stood there pOWerless
to assist her.
Hush! sound from her lips! What
is that she SAYS? Something about
"Pa," the rest inaudible.
A gaspl A spasmodic contortion of
the featuresl A rush of blood from her
ma woundsl She is deadl
But those at home are in sore need of
assistance. Father and brothers leave
the dead girl lying on the floor in pool
of her own blood and rush across the
three-quarters Of a mile of snow
spriDkled prairie, lit only by the silent
twlnkling OF the stars, their hearts
heavy, their minds full with the dread
of still greater horrors in store.
On reaching the house. the father
rushed up stairs and into the room
where he had left his wife bathing the
wounds of her youngest daughter.
What a sight met.his eyes!
Two forms on the floor, with the dim
Iamplight just revealing mother and
daughter. He stopped by the side of
his wife and raised her head.
Something wet in her hair and OH the
floor caused him to start back! He
held his hand to the lamplight-Yes!
it is blood! He felt the wrists and
heart of his wife,, finding no sign Of
pulSation. She is deadi
And the daughter? Dead tool A
bullet hole in her. breast. another in her
neck have done the fiendish work.