The Coconino weekly sun., 1893-11-02
AWFUL TRAGEDY.
Terrible Decd of a Disappointed
 Office Seeker.
CARTER H. HARRISON SHOT DEAD.
Patrick F. Prendergast the Assassin-He seeks an Interview of the Mayor and Deliberately Murders
 Him.

ICorter II. Harrison, five times mayor of Chicago, and one of the best known men in the west, lies dead in his home, g31 South Ashland boulevard. Three Llllets entered his body, two of them
 sking wounds sufficient to cause death.
 The murder was committed by Pat rick Eugene Prendergast, a paper car ricr, who declared that Mayor Harri- son had promised to make him corpor- ation counsel and had not kept his word This, he said, was his only req son for committing the crime,
 The only person in the house at the time beside Mir. Harrison was his son, William Preston Harrison, 25 years of age, and the servants.
 shortly before s o'clock the doorbell rang. and when Mary Hansen. the do- nestle, opened the door she was con fronted by a man about 5 feet 5 inches, smooth shaved, his rather clean-cut features lit mp by pair of dark eyes "Is Mir. Harrison in?" asked the man in quiet, pleasant voice.
 Yes, sir" responded the girl, as she threw the door wider open to permit his entrance.
 "I would like to see him, please" said the man as he walked toward the back end of the hall.
 Mr. Harrison was in the dining room which opens into the rear end of the hall Hearing the man ask for him he rose and stepped into the hallway and walked toward Prendergast, who by & the time he caught sight of Mir. Harri- Fl son had advanced about ten feet from M the doorway.
 M Without saying a word, Prendergast NJ drew his revolver and commenced to VI fire He pulled the trigger but three times and every bullet hit the mark. One ball shattered Mir. Harrison's left hand, another passed into the lower right side of the abdomen, making a wound that would have been mortal within few days, and the third bullet entered the chest slightly above the heart. This bullet was the immediate cause of death.
 As soon as Prendergast began to fire Mir. Harrison turned and walked rapid q ly toward the dining room. He walked through the door, across the dining room and passed into a buffers pantry opening off the room, where, weakened by loss of blood, he fell to the floor.
 Prendergast did not follow up his victim or make any attempt to ascer- tain how deadly his aim had been. He replaced his revolver in his pocket with the same deliberation that had marked all of his actions and started toward the door. Just as he was passing through the doorway William Preston Harrison, the mayors son, camo tear ing down stairs from the upper portion of the house just as Mir. Harrison's coachman ran into the rear end of the hall.
 The cries of Mary Hansen directed the son to where his father lay, but the coachman was after other game. He had a revolver of his own, and as quick ly as he realized what had occurred he leveled his weapon and sent bullet after the disappearing form of the mur- derer. A second time his revolver spoke but both bullets went wild. Running to the door the coachman was prepared to continue hostilities, but several people were entering to learn the cause of the shooting, and by the time the coachman had reached the sidewalk Prendergast had been swal- lowed up in the darkness
 Across Ashland boulevard, directly opposite the residence of Mir. Harrison, is the home of w. J. Chalmers, the wealthy maker of mining machinery. MT Chalmers was standing upon the front steps of his residence when the shots were fired. He bounded down the steps and dashed across the street, met Prendergast almost out of the gate.
 What is it?" said Mir. Chalmers.
 The man walked rapidly north on Ashland avenue without replying and MT. Chalmers hastened into the house. He reached Mir. Harrison's s side almost at the same instant that William Preston Harrison had found where his father lay.
 Are you hurt?" asked Mir. 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 Or's waistcoat, MT. Chalmers said: 'I guess not"
 "rm shot in the heart and I'm a dead man" was the only reply. A moment later he said with a voice which was rapidly losing strengths: "Unbutton my vest, Chalmers, there's where the trouble is" By this time the stricken man had been borne to couch in an adjoining room, and as quickly as he spoke Mir. 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.
 Its through the heart" said the mayor again. his voice now scarcely above a whisper A moment later he sank into uncoBsciousness, and in twenty minutes after receiving the wounds Mir. Harrison was dead. The murderer soon after surrendered