The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-11-01


Jand-ave. without replying. and Mr..
Chalmers FASTENED into the house. He
reached Mr.. Harrison's side almost at
the same instant that William Preston
Harrison had found where his father
Jay.
Are you hurt?" asked Mr.. Chalmers,
as he and the son of the dying man
strove to raise him.
i've got my death, Chalmers" re-
sponded the mayor.
Noticing a spot OF blood on the may
prs waistcoat Mr.. Chalmers said
ct guess not"
I'm shot in the heart and I'm dead
man." was the only reply.
A moment later he said with a voice
which was rapidly losing strength:
'Unbutton my vest, Chalmers; there's
where the trouble IS"
By this time the stricken man had
been borne to a couch in an adjoining
room and as quickly he spoke Mr..
Chalmers gently opened his waistcoat.
The front of his shirt was soaked in
blood, which welled rapidly from two
holes. one just above the heart, the other
In his abdomen.
Said the mayor: II am shot and I'm
going to die; L can't live. Where is
Anna?" Chis financee).
Mr.. Chalmers replied: mo, you are
not going to die" To which the mayor
feebly responded: 81 am shot through
now"
Its through the heart" said the
mayor again. his voice now scarcely
above a whisper A moment later he
sank into Inconsistencies and in twenty
minutes after receiving the wounds Mr..
Harrison was dead.
Omcers Respond Promptly.
(. When young Mr.. Harrison came run
ming down stairs to learn the cause of the
shooting he passed a burglar alarm. He
reached out his hand and turned in an
alarm, and even before he had reached
his fathers side a patrol wagon filled
with officers from Lake-st station, about
a third OF a mile distant, was dashing
toward the mayors house. BY the time
the officers arrived all trace of the muir
herer had been lost, and even before the
mayor had breathed his last officers from
every station in the city were on the
outlook for a small smooth-shaven man,
twenty-five years of age.
Every effort was made to secure med
Acal attendance for Mr.. Harrison, but
when DR.. Lyman. the first physician to
arrive at the house. reached the mayors
side he was a dead man. Drs. Thomas,
Foster and washburn followed in quick
succession. but they were unable to do
anything and they soon left the house.
The Assassin Surrenders.
About twenty-five minutes after the
shooting Sergt Frank Mcdonald was
standing in the office of the Desplaines-
st. station. Every available officer had
already been hurried to work on the case.
Sergt. Mcdonald. who had just come in
from other work. was preparing to fol-
low. The door was pushed gently open
and in walked a small, smooth-shaven
man, poorly dressed and carrying a re-
volver in his hand he shook like man
with the palsy. his face was white and
drawn. great drops of perspiration chased
each other down his face and his totter-
ing limbs seemed scarcely able to hold
him up. He walked up to Mcdonald,
who Is powerful fellow. six feet tall.
and looking him straight in the eyes.
said: 81 did IT,"
You did it," asked Mcdonald.
Eyes, did it,
did what?" said the officer, as he
laid his hand on the fellows shoulder
and with the other quietly took the re-
volver.
II shot Mayor Harrison. and that's
what l shot him with" was the reply.
as Prendergast made a motion with his
hand toward the revolver.
What made you do it?" asked Nc
Donald
He said he would make me corpora
ton counsel and he did not do 1t. That's
what 1 shot him for"