Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-01-25
KNAUFF Is MISSING.
So Far He Has Eluded the Vigilance
of the Allegheny officers.
FAULK AGAIN BECOMES RATIONAL.
The Murderer Realizes His Crime, and Be-
moans His wife's Fate.
SAYS THE GERMAN MADE HIM KILL HER

Interest in the sensational Faulk murder
is deepening.
Although the facts, as published ex-
clusively in THE DISPATCH yesterday, told
the story of one of the most remarkable
crimes ever committed id the county, the
developments yesterday add new mystery
to the actions of William Faulk, the MUIR
derer, and George Knauff, the false prophet.
Faulk yesterday appeared perfectly ra-
tional. His insanityJhas apparently left
him, and he charges Knauff with being re-
sponsible for his crime. He does not know
why he shot his wife, and even asked if he
injured Emory Gibbons, his hired man.
From the raving maniac of Friday, with
desire to murder every one he met, he is now
transformed into the loving husband and
father that he was before he listened to the
ominous croakings of the old German.
Another strange fact is that Knauff has
disappeared. Officers were hunting him all
day yesterday. but up to a late hour last
night he had not been caught. Although
the general sentiment is that the false
prophet is the more guilty of the two. Chief
Murphy has only ordered his arrest that he
may be brought up as witness at the in
quest tomorrow. AT that point the Chief
thinks his duty ends, and that the Coroner
will have to dispose OF Knsuff's case.
Knauff Considered the Crazy Man.
The Coroner, however, believes that all
that can be done with Knauff is to send him
to Dixmont, for he believes him to be more
insane than Faulk was.
In view of the developments, though, all
the officials are puzzled how to proceed.
With Faulk in his right mind, and charging
Knauff with making him commit the deed,
they admit they do not know how far the old
German can be held responsible.
Yesterday morning William Faulk seemed
to come to realization of his crime, and
when tie turnkey gave him his breakfast he
was weeping bitterly and bemoaning the
fate of his wife. He said he did not know
what possessed him to shoot her, for they
had always lived happily together.
He inquired affectionately for his children,
and wanted to know if he had injured them.
Then he seemed to remember his fight with
Emory Gibbons, and anxiously inquired il
he had hurt him. He said that was the last
thing he remembered distinctly. When he
was told that Gibbons was safe he appeared
much relieved.
Soon after, Mr.. Wilson, the owner of the
farm, called on him, and to his employer he
talked nationally about the affairs of the
farm, and inquired after the stock, wanting
to know il the animals were being we'll
cared for. He made no reference whatever
to the Bible or religion.
A brother of Mr.. Faulk appeared then
and the murderer broke down completely,
and between his sobs he said: "Why did 1
ever commit such deed? cannot under
stand it myself. Oh, my dear Mary! My
wife, my wife! And shot herl Our rela-
tions were never anything bnt pleasant. I
would never have dreamed of such a crime
had it not been for the incessant preaching
Of that man Knauff.
Attracted Crowds of Curious People.
The complete story Of this most curious
crime, printed in The DISPATCH, drew an
imnfense crowd of people to the Allegheny
police station, yesterday, in the hope of
catching glimpse of the man who mingled
rats and religion and then murdered his
wife and attempted to end the lives of
his innocent children. They waited pa
tiently until 9 o'clock. when the
murderer came out, handcuffed to another
prisoner. He was weeping like child.
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"You need not tie me. will go anywhere.
Why are so mary people here? I did not
intend to do anything. 1t is.awlull 1t is
awful p sa-stts. s.s
At the Jail he evinced no evidence of in
sanity all day, but only wept aud mourned
over the death of mis- wife.
The Wilson farm was the center of at
traction for all the Ohio Valley yesterday.
In the morning DIR. E. L. Reynolds, of
Bellevue, and DR.. Pr. Paureker, of Ems
worth, held a post mortem examination on
the body of Mrs. Faulk. There were over
70 small wounds in various parts of the
BODY. About dozen of ihe shot penetrated
the lungs, and death was instantaneous. The
remains were then laid out in the parlor of
the farmhouse, and were viewed by hun
dreds of curious people all afternoon and
evening.
The funeral services will be held at
o'clock this afternoon from the homestead
on the Wilson farm, about two miles back OF
Laurel station, ON the Pittsburg, TT. Wayne
and Chicago Railroad.