The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1891-08-20
UNKNOWN ASSASSINS
Shoot Bartholomew Callahan, 6
Poor old Tramp,
ON The STREET INNEV YORKClTY.
Tho Poor Fellow has no Home nor
Friends aud is Dying in n Public
HospltaI---He had offered no Provo.
cation nnd the Assassin Killed Him
Simply Because he Conld.

NEw York, Aug. l9.-Bartholomew
Callahan, fifty years old, and by his
own statement tramp, withouta home
or friends, was shot in the neck from
behind and MORALLY wounded early
this morning and mortally wounded by
an unknown assassin in West street.
Callahan now lies in Chambers Street
Hospital dying, and the man who shot
him is still at large, and the police have
no clew to his identity and may never
have.
According to the story told by the
the dying man ne gave no provo.
cation, but was peacefully along the
street. He had Just asked the time OF
the night OF two men whom he met at
the corner.
"Its half-pust two" replied one.
SAY" observed the other to his
companion, there goes bum; let's
give him one for luck," and then, Gala.
Ian says, he heard report, felt a sting
ing sensation in the back OF his neck
and iell unconscious TO the sidewalk.
When he awOke to consciousness, he
found himself paralyzed and dying, ly-
ing upon 4 cot in Chambers street hos
pital.
A policeman attached to the Church
street police station found Callahan ly-
ing in Il pool OF blood on tho sidewalk
in front OF No. l26 West street shortly
aiter he was shot and an ambulance was
summoned.
Callahan was lying on q cot in the
hospital unable to move hand or foot
and scarcely able to speak when Cor
oner Schultze saw him, and his weather
beaten face shove that he had been
having rough time OF it for many
seasons.
81 have no home" said he in answer
to the Coroner's question. I'm only u
tramp-a poor tramp. It's rough
word, l know, but the truth neverthe-
less"
Then, as well as he could in broken,
disjointed sentences, he told his story.
lie had come from Boston n few days
ago. lie had walked and begged food
and shelter on the way. On Friday last
he met an acquaintance, one Jimmy
Carmody, from whom he borrowed IL
quarter to pay for nights lodging.
lie did not know where he had roomed
that night, but thought the Stewart
House was the name OF the place.
On Saturday morning lie went i'll
quest OF his friend again, who lives, he
says, in East Eleventh street. He was
unable to lind him, and after wandering
about all day without food, he crept into
covered wagon standing somewhere in
West Eleventh street and tried to sleep.
Then he described how he had wan
dered about the streets for hours until
worn out with hunger and fatigue he
found himself in West street, below
Fulton. lie remembered meeting two
men, one of whom he asked the time.
Then he went on, and on looking back
saw that the men were following him,
heard one of them call him u bum"
heard the report OF revolver, felt the
sting OF bullet, and that was ALL
Detective Carey was detailed on the
case. but rs yet no arrests have been
made. No one living in the neighbor-
hood knew anything OF the affair, and
there is no Clew to the assassin's iden-
tity.
The locality where the shooting took
place is regarded as particularly tough
one after nightfall, and has been the
scene OF many midnight assaults and
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