Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-06-28
all, Judge: August put water in my wine,
and he had to die
Hurried on to Washington Jail.

all, Judge August put water in my wine,
and he had to die."
Hurried On to Washington Jail
When Cyprien had finished his remark.
able speech the Justice remanded him to
the Washington, Pa, Jail to await the
result of August's injuries He was led
away by Constable Williamson, and, al
| though the crowd looked dark and threaten.
| ing, it made no sign and didn't attempt to
| interfere.
| The hearing once over, Squire Eaton and
| the crowd hurried to the Bushman House.
Here they found Cyprien's victim. He was
lying on the floor with his eyes closed and
blood trickling down his neck. DR.. j. NJ.
| Moon, who had been summoned, pronounced
the wound fatal. He probed for the bullet,
but could not locate it.
While the doctor was working over the
man a middle-aged woman staggered into
the room. She wore calico gown and car
ried a basket of berries
sit is my husband" she cried, and then
she tainted. A half hour later the wounded
man opened his eyes, and when he saw his
wife bending over him he whispered, SIS it
yo ?" These were the only words he
spoke, and from then on it seemed impos-
sible to rouse him.
Mrs Werner gave her version of the affair
to DISPATCH reporter last night. She
said: 81 married Mr.. Werner 20 years ago.
was widow at the time, and owned the
place in which we now live August had
two younger brothers, and they lived with
u.s. Joseph was good boy, but Cyprien
August and ] had little money and he
wanted it. He was coal miner, but only
worked at odd times. Six years ago my
husband went to France to visit his people.
Once Tried to Murder Augusps Wife.
"During his absence Cyprien came to the
house one night and drove me out at the
point of pistol. Then he burned all my
clothing and smashed all the furniture. I
had him arrested and he was sent to the
workhouse for year. When he came out
he went away for short time
and I didn't see him until the 7th
of last February. was alone at the time.
He knocked at the door and I opened it.
At first did not recognize him, as his hat
was pulled down over his face. There was
another man with him. He said that he
wanted to buy our house, and attempted to
enter the house. recognized his voice and
shut the door in his face. Then 1 turned
the key in the lock and remember no more,
as fell on the floor in faint.
"That was the last saw of him until to-
l.
a basket of berries when he passed me in
the fields.
Her Sunbonnet Saved Her Life.
"He did not know me, as my sunbonnet
shaded my face and I've changed q great
deal in the last two months on account of a
spell of sickness I did not know that my
man was shot until woman told me down
Midway. He was good, quiet man, was
August. lived with him these 90 years,
and, although he is French and English,
and we have no children, there was never q
cross word between us.
According to the neighbors, August
Werner and his wife are worth between them
$4,000. They own three houses in the
neighborhood and several acres of land
August was originally coal miner, but for
the last ten years has devoted his time to
the cultivation of grapes and vegetables. He
is about 80 years Of age and of fine
physique.
Midway is small village situated on the
Panhandle Railroad, four miles below Nc
Donald. The Verners live in a comfortable
frame house built on the side of steep hill
about a mile from the village.