Los Angeles herald., 1890-08-04
HER LIP CUT OPEN
BY a Blow from a Mans
Fist.
Mrs. Shane's Recent Exciting
Experience.
The Story She Told at the Police
Station.
Because She Declined to Take Ride She
Is Maltreated-She Refuses to
Prosecute Her Assailant.

At IL :45 O'Clock on Saturday
night, while Sergeant Morton and a
HERALD reporter were chatting on the
sidewalk in front of the police station, a
well-dressed woman about 80 years OF
age, brushed hurriedly by them in the
direction of Broadway, calling upon the
officer to follow her as she did so. Walk
ing very rapidly for few yards ahead of
the sergeant, the woman suddenly
.darted into the HERALD Office, and
.crouching behind the door sobbed
Historically for several minutes. While
trying to pacify her Sergeant Morton
noticed for the first time that she held
q blood-stained handkerchief to her
mouth, and as she seemed to be afraid
of pursuit, he induced her to accompany
him to the police station.
She was there accommodated with
seat in the sergeant's room, and an at
tempt was made to extract from her an
account of the cause of her excitement.
She was, however, very reticent at first,
and, when questioned, resorted to tears
again. On regaining her equanimity she
stated that she was a married woman
and resided at No. 612 South Spring
street, ON the second floor of the Grand
Army of the Republic building. That
among her many acquaintance was a
young married man, who frequently Wis
tied her, and with whom she had, on
several occasions, been out riding. A
short time before she sought the protec-
tion of the sergeant this man, she said,
had called upon her and asked her to go
for drive; but as she had quarreled
with him few days ago she refused to
accompany him. He then became very
angry, and, after a stormy scene, struck
her in the nose, left cheek and mouth
with his fist, the last blow cutting her
lip and making it bleed. Overcome
with terror, she had fled from the room
and out into the street, hatless and
scloakless, and being, as she believed,
pursued by the brute who struck her,
she ran until almost exhausted.
In relating her story the woman took
particular care to avoid mentioning
either her own name or that OF her
c0wardly assailant, and under no cir
cumstances could she be induced to
make herself known. By dint of much
s:oaxing, however, she finally wrote
down upon piece of paper the name Of
she man whom she was so anxious to
screen in spite OF his cruelty, and this
was found to be that of George A. Wig
nolo, the son of well-known liquor
dealer of this city. Shortly after l
O'Clock yesterday morning the woman
was escorted to her apartments by the
sergeant, when she stated that she
would think over the matter of prose-
cutting Vignolo, but would not promise
to swear to a complaint against him
should the officer place him under ar
rest for battering her. Under these cir
cnmstances, and as, beyond the
woman's bare statement, there was no
evidence against Vignolo, no attempt
was made to look for him, although one
or two of his bosom friends called at the
station in order to find out what steps
would be taken by the police.
1t was subsequently learned that the
woman is Mrs. Shane, the wife of Sam
Shane, who was at one time employed
as a bartender at Harry Dougherty's and
the old Pico house saloons, and who left
the city for Portland, Oregon, a few
weeks ago. She and young Vignolo
have, it is said, been acquainted over a
year past, during which time they have
had innumerabie quarrels, four of which
resulted in his beating the woman as
upon this occasion. Young Vignolo
dispensed liquors behind his fathers
bar for some time, but not long ago de-
veloped a taste for fast horses; and
showed marked preference for the So
ciety of Mrs. Shane, to whom he pre-
sented a speedy black PAGER, behind
which she frequently drove along the
streets