The morning news., 1893-10-29


papers as the startling news came to
their homes. Bulletins were posted in
prominent downtown places, and about
them eager througs surged and strug-
gled. The newspaper offices were be-
seiged by eager questioners and down
town business was for time at stand
stil.
CROWD AT THE CITY HALL.
Before the prisoner had reached the
hall, news of his coming had been COM
municated to the crowds about the
streets and the station was soon sur
rounded. The murderer was rushed
through the throng into the dark court
yard, before the county and city build
ings, and hurried through a private en-
trance into the Office of Chief of Detect
ives Shea. The doors were barred, and
officers were hurried from adjacent sta
tions to guard the windows, doors and
corridors. A few detectives and police
officers were called into the chiefs office,
and the examination of Prendergast
ebgan.
THE PRISONER ooLLAPsEs.
The prisoner, as soon as he had reached
the Office, sank exhausted into a chair,
his head fell back and his livid face and
staring eyes presented a CHASTITY picture.
He is about "a years of age. with beard
less and eadaverous face, and
a stupid, almost idiotie expression.
His attire was that of laboring man,
and was not over cleanly For a time the
man refused to answer any questions tina t
were addressed to him. In a scarcely au-
dible voice, he said II am sick" Chief
Shea at last reached over, placed his
finger on the mans wrist, and told him
that it was doctor who questioned him.
why did you kill the Mayorl" asked the
chief
'Well," the man responded, feebly,
he told me he would make me corpora
tion counsel, but he did not do it, so l
shot him. 1 vent to his door and rang,
and went in and shot him. 1 just shot
him. That's all shot him"
HE GIVES MS NAME.
"What is your name?" asked the de-
tective.
''Prendergast, Patrick Eugene or Eu-
genie Prendergast. Makes no difference
WulCn L nc ldSt udLlG lS L EdbEICh
"Where do you livel"
'''I don't know I don't know where.
Around here somewhere, I guess, but, :"
and the man raised his head to make his
answer more emphatic, 81 don't live at
the railroad tracks, I'll tell you that, -
and no amount of inquiry could induce
him to give his place of residence.
Chief Shea asked him if he had ever
been a lawyer, and dPrendergastr responded
that he did not know, he did not believe
he had sai
''Then why did you expect to be made
corporation counsel" )" asked the officer.
''The mayor promised me, that's all, ,
was the answer.
A PAPER CARRIER.
In attempting to learn the mans means
of livelihood the officers experienced
great difficulty. His replies were in.
| coherent and rambling, but at last the
| examiners became convinced that he had
been a newspaper carrier whose route
was along Ashland boulevard and in the
vicinity of the mayors home.
For several hours the examination was
continued, but little of Importance was
developed
/ Other witnesses were examined inclu-
ding servants who werein.Mr. Harrison's s
house at the time of the shooting and peo-
pie who had arrived shortly after the
murder.
The prisoner was finally placed in a
cell under the city hall, and additional
policemen were stationed about the build
ing for the nights vigil
THE PEOPLE VERY BITTER
All night long crowds came and went
about the place. A bitter feeling against
the murderer was manifested Signif-
can't but subdued remarks about con-
venient lamp-posts and swift vengeance
were frequently heard. At one time du-
ring the evening, as a carriage drove rap
idly down the street, young man pointed
his umbrella at the vehicle and shouted
There he goesr' There was an immedi-
ate rush for the retreating carriage, but
some one shouted that Prendergast was
still in the chiefs Office, and the crowd
stopped and began looking for the man
with the umbrella. An officer, however,
had rushed the man away, and he, appar-
CugAJ1 hdS s5-esA " -9~aPS3 % 10 NOAAh hOS
be found.
w. j. Morgan, of 612 jackson boule-
ward, and Z. r. Robinson, q young med
ical student, were passing the house just
as the shots were fired. They rushed
through the door a second after Mr.. Chal-
mers had entered.
"We hurried into the dining room as
quickly as we could" said MIR. Morgan,
"but we were unable to do anything more
than help raise Mr.. Harrison on a couch.
We did not think he was badly hurt at
first, and when the little gentleman, Mr.
Chalmers, said he thought he would get
over it, the mayor said; No, my heart is
hurt and I'm a dead man. can feel the
blood flowing inside, and l cannot last
long We did what we could for him,
but he sank rapidly aud in a few minutes
he was dead.
Mr.. CHALMERS STORY.
"The whole thing was so quickly done -
said MIR. Chalmers, late tonight, "that /
really don't know thing about it. /
was standing at the top Of my steps when
1 heard the shooting, and about the next
thing knew I was in the house and
helping young Mr.. Harrison care for his
father. Expressed 10 Mr. Harrison the