Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-10-30
The Dying Mayor.

the mayor ha0 breathed MS last, omcers
from every station in the city were on the
lookout for small, smooth-shaven man,
twenty-five years old.
The Dying Mayor.
Mr.. W. J. Chalmers, a wealthy iron mer-
chant who lives in Ashland boulevard. just
opposite the mayors heard the Shots be-
ing at the time just outside his gate. and
ran into Mr.. Harrison's residence. There
he found the mayor lying. half through the
doorway leading from the hallway to the
dining room, with young Mr.. Harrison, Miss
Sophie Harrison, the mayors unmarried
daughter. the butler, and three servants
around him.
Are you hurt?' asked Mr. Chalmers, as
he and the son Of the dying man strove to
I've got my death. Chalmers" responded
the mayor.
Noticing spot of blood on the mayors
waistcoat. Mr.. Chalmers said: Il guess
not"
I'm shot in the heart. and I'm a dead
man., was the only reply. A moment later
he said. with voice which was rapidly
losing strength: "Unbutton my vest, Chal-
mers. 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. Mr.. Chalmers
gently opened his waistcoat. The front of
his shirt was soaked in blood, which flowed
the other in the abdomen.
ITS through the heart" said the mayor
again. his voice now scarcely above a
whisper.
The mayor lay as though dead, his lips
ashen. eyes closed and heart beating very
family. At first no one seemed to know
what to do. being paralyzed by the shock Of
the tragedy.
Mr.. Chalmers ordered the butler to go for
a physician. The butler obeyed with all
speed possible, and. taking of his coat. Mr..
Chalmers put 1t tenderly under the head Of
the dying man.
the Lake street station. who had been
walking his post in the neighborhood, 1t
being his duty to keep near the mayor 5
house at all times. came in. As Mr.. Chal-
mers put his coat under the mayors head
the latter opened his eyes.
You are not badly hurt, Mr.. Harrison
said Mr.. Chalmers. cheerily. THE doctors
will soon pull you through all right" With
an effort the mayor who was apparently
free from all pain, said II am shot and am
going to die; can't live. Where is Annie?'
(his fiancee)
As the mayor spoke his eyes closed again
and he seemed to gasp for breath. PATROL
man Hurley, who was a protege of the
mayor. stopped down and raised the dying
mans head. Mr.. Harrison was growing
weaker and 1t became apparent even to
those whose eyes were not accustomed to
the sight of death that his end was near
In the meantime the butler had returned
to the house with Dr. N Frost and DR.. q.
F. Washburne. both Of whom live near the
mayors residence
Neither attempted an examination of Mr.
Harrison. as they saw it was only a ques-
ton of a few moments before death would
ensue. Without manifesting any further
signs OF consciousness. and being deaf to
the appeals of his weeping daughter who
frantically called upon him to recognize her,
the mayors pale face grew ashen, the
breath came thick and short for a few mo-
ments. and then with a heavy sigh death
came. At no time had the mayor seemed
to be in pain, and he died as quietly and
easily as though falling asleep.
Every bullet had hit the mark. One ball
shattered Mr.. Harrison's left hand. another
passed into the lower right side of the abdo-
men. making a wound that would have been
mortal within q few days, the third bullet
entered the chest slightly above the heart
This bullet was the immediate cause Of
death. .-s.
The Assassin Surrenders.
About twenty-five minutes after the
shooting Sergeant Frank Mcdonald was
standing in the Office Of the Desplaines
street station. Every available officer had
already been hurried out to work on the
case. Sergeant Mcdonald, who had just
come in from other work, was preparing to
follow. The door was pushed gently open
and in walked a small, smooth-shaven man,
PooAiy NASSSS1s anu ylHS TeNOlNeT IN
his hand
face was white and drawn, great drops Of
perspiration chased each other down his
face and his tottering limbs seemed scarce
ly able to hold him upright
He walked up to Mcdonald, who is a
powerful fellow, six feet tall. and looking
him straight in the eyes said: II done it."
You did it?'' asked Mcdonald.
YES did IT.
ssIltd hat ha
one hand on the fellows shoulder, and with
the other took the revolver.
Il shot Mayor Harrison; that's what l
shot him with" was the reply, as he made
motion with his hand toward the revolver
What made you do it?' asked Mcdonald
He said he would make me corporation
counsel and he did not do it. That's what
shot him for
dramatic. no bravado. he spoke of his crime
as though 1t was nothing out Of the ordi-
nary and a matter entirely to be expected.
He was trembling so that he could scarcely
stand and the officer led him to a chair and
asked a few more questions, to which Prem
dergast had but one reply.
He said he would make me corporation
counsel. He did not and / shot him.
meant to shoot him and 1 went there to do
it."
He said that after leaving the Harrison
house he had taken a street car and started
toward Desplaines street station, with the
THE car did not go very fast" he said.
cor l would have been here sooner"
AS the station where he gave himself up
Is just four blocks over one mile from the
Harrison residence. he scarcely had time
to do otherwise than as he said.
Whats your manner" demanded the
sergeant.
Eugene Patrick Prendergast" was the
reply.
What's your business?'
I'm a newspaper carrier"
Then the sergeant noticed that the man
was cratic in his movements and had a
wild CLEAN In his eyes. He did not seem
to be at all impressed with the gravity of
his crime and was apparently Indifferent
to the enormity Of his onYense
You'll swing for this" said Mcdonald.
as he hurried the fellow to the door leading
down to the cells in the basement
Il don't care" muttered Prendergast,
He would not keep his word with me-"
AS soon as the murderer was safely lock-
ed up Mcdonald telephoned to the central
station, and In a few moments Inspector
Shea, head Of the detective department, and
several detectives from the central station
arrived at the Desplaines street station.
inspector Shea at once went downstairs
and had a talk with Prendergast who by
this time was so nervous and excited that
he could scarcely speak coherently. He
ramh}dd along and told the story of the
shooting over and over again, always wind
ing up with the refrain, He wouldn't give
me the office he promised"
An Angry Crowd.
The cell door had hardly changed shut
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