The Mt. Sterling advocate., 1893-10-31
MURDERED /!
Chicaso's Popular Mayor, Carter Har-
rison, Foully Murdered.
THE MURDERER EVIDENTLY CRAZY.

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sassinated at his home in that city at
7:50 O'Clock Saturday night. The
murderer, who is undoubtedly de-
mented, is Eugene Patrick Prender-
CAST, a paper carrier on Mr.. Harrison's
journal, the Times, and who lived at
500 Jane street. The assassin, who
was pursued to a police station, said
that he had killed the Mayor because
he had promised him the corporation
counselship of the city of Chicago and
had failed to keep his word.
This, he said. was his only reason
for committing the crime. The only
person in the house at the time,
besides Mr., Harrison, was his son,
William Preston Harrison, rs years OF
age, and the servants.
Shortly before s o'clock the door
bell rang, and when Mary Hanson, the
domestic, opened the door she was
confronted by man about five feet
five inches in height, smooth shaven,
and his rather clean cut features lit
up.by pair Of dark eyes.
"Is Mr.. Harrison in ?" asked the
man in quiet, pleasant voice.
eyes, sir" responded the girl, as she
threw the door wide open to permit
his entrance. 81 would like to see
him, please" said the man, as he
walked toward the back end of the
hall. Mr.. Harrison was at the time
in the dining room which opens into
the rear end of the hall, Hearing tho
man ask for him, he rose and stepped
into the hall and walked toward Prem
dergast, who by this time had caught
sight of Mr.. Harrison, and had advan-
ced to about ten feet from the door
way.
Without saying word, Prender-
gast drew his revolver and commence
ed to fire. He pulled the trigger but
three times, and every bullet hit the
mark. One ball shattered Mr.. Harri-
sons 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 Mr. Harrison's death, AS
soon as Prendergast began to fire Mr.,
Harrison turned and walked rapidly
toward the dining room. He walked
through the door, across the dining
room, and passed into buffers pan
try, at the opening off the room, where
weakened by the loss of blood, he fell
to tn" floor. Prendergast did not fol-
low up his victim OF make any at
tempt to ascertain how deadly his
aim had been. He replaced his reyol-
yer in his pocket with the same delib-
GRAFTON that had marked all of his
actions, and started toward the door.
just as he was passing through the
door William Preston Harrison, the
mayors son, came tearing down the
stairs from the upper portion of the
house, and at the same time Mr.. Har-
rison's coachman ran into the rear of
the hall. The cries of Mary Hanson
directed the son to where his father
lay, but the coachman was after other
game. He had revolver of his own,
and as quickly as he realized what
had occurred, he leveled the weapon
and sent a bullet after the disappear
ing form of the murderer. For the
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, aud by the time
the coachman had reached the door
the fleeing Prendergast had been swal-
lowed up ia the darkness.
A neighbor, Mr.. Chalmers, rushed
across the street. He reached Mr..
Harrison's side almost at the same in
stant that William Preston Harrison
had found where his father lay.
care you hurt ?" asked Mr.. Chalm-
ers, as he and the son of the dying
man strove to raise him.
T've got my death, Chalmers" re-