The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1893-11-03
Mayor Harrison Assassinated.
SHOT DOWN IN HIS OWN HOUSE BY A
MAN SUPPOSED TO BE INSANE.

| Ing. William i. HARRISON, the May
or's son. has given the following &C
count OF the tragedy
II came home at seven clock Sat
urday evening"" he said, "very anxious
to see father, as l had an article fo
the Times that l wished to read tc
him before publication. Dinner wa'
just being served at the time, ant
while he and my sister Sophie were
eating l read this article to him. Il
took me about twenty-five minutes, a.
he frequently interrupted me, making
suggestions as to words and expires
sions that were used. Having finished
reading, we began to discuss the po
ltical situation in Illinois. The con
versation Jagged for few minutes.
started to say something, when look
ing up / saw my father doing in his
chair. This was frequent habit with
him. His head was bent forward, and
while looking at him | was particularly
struck with the fatigued expression ol
his eyes. Sister Sophie had already
gone up stairs. I went directly to my
room on the second floor.
HEARD THE SHOT.
'As near as / can remember it was
AS o'clock when | left father doing
in his chair. had been in my room
about fifteen minutes when l heard a
terrific sound. 1t greatly startled me.
My first thought was that something
had fallen and that the repetition or
constant succession of sounds was due
to the reverberation through the house.
l rushed down stairs, and as l heard
pistol shot apparently in my fathers
bedroom. l found the hall full Of
smoke, the front door opened and our
coachman standing in the middle Of
the hall with a revolver in his hand
pointing directly at me, and l heard
my fathers voice crying, 'Oh, l am
shot
"Never stopping running, and know
ing instinctively that a murder had
been attempted, called to the coach.
man to chase and shoot the murderer,
and then ran into the parlor, the din
ing room, and the library, looking for
my father. Not finding him feeling
of dread came over me. l rushed
into the kitchen and found the SER
wants shrieking at the top of their vol.
ces. Rushing TO the kitchen, l en-
tered passageway which connects
the dining room and the kitchen, and
found my father lying on his back in
the passageway with his feet toward
the dining room. I was at once by his
side, raised him, and holding his head
in my arms, asked him what had hap
pened.
ooh, Willie, Willie, he exclaimed,
l am shot, am shot, I am dying
81 tried my best to reassure him,
honestly thinking from the calm ex-
preston of his face that he could not
be seriously hurt. He repeated his
assertion, saying: mo, I'm dying"
THE DOCTORS SUMMONED.
Cup to this time l had not taken
my eyes off his face, but glancing
down, | saw blood stain on his shirt,
showing that the bullet had entered
his abdomen. | also saw a black
blood clot in his hand, which was lying
by his side, and knew a bullet had
struck him there also.
"' Father, I'll go for a DOCTOR
said.
"'1ts no use,' he replied. Get
Annie miss Howard) over at once"
81 ran to the door, and seeing a
man pass on bicycle, called out to
him to go and get DR.. Lyman.
Meantime, Mr.. and Mrs. Chal-
mers, coming out of their home op-
posite, having heard the shots, were
looking across the street, when l call.
ed out to them that my father had
been shot. Mr.. Chalmers and I ran
back to father together. Mr.. Chal.
mers said, Go for doctor
Without hat, think, l ran down
Jackson boulevard, hoping to find Dr..
Wasburne. 1 saw him and hurried
back to my father, and found Mrs.
Chalmers, some doctors, and several
persons surrounding him. l heard
Mr.. Chalmers say to him, 'Mr. Harri.
son, you are only shot in the stomach
"My father replied NO, I'm dying;
am shot through the heart
Il think father was conscious about
ten or twelve minutes, and lived alto
sether twenty or twenty-five minutes
after being shot. AS long as he was
conscious | am certain he did not suf.
fer; but it seemed 10 me during the
last few minutes from his expression,
that he did suffer; but, thank God,
he was unconscious"
Cannibal King -"T don't Gee u,by