The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1893-11-01

81 Mr.. Harrison's coachman who was in
the rear Of the house when the first shot
was fired, ran into theh hall and fired three
shots ct the man as he started out Of the
front door. The murde derer stopped for an
instant, turned about, and fired parting
shot at the coachman. He then ran
down the front steps and passed rapidly
north on Ashland avenue.
Mayor Harrison, after the last shot was
fired, stepped into the parlor and started
towards the dining room. He had taken
but q few steps when he fell into the
buffers pantry, which led to the rear Of
the house. His son Preston, who was up
stairs at the time Of the shooting, ran
down and was at his fathers side in an
instant. Mr.. Harrison said:
"I am shot, Preston, and cannot live.
Where is Annie p"
s. Mr.. Harrison hastily left his fathers
side, and rushed out upon the street in
pursuit cfths assassin. In the meantime,
Mr.. and Mrs. w. J. Chalmers, who live
across the street, had started tor the
Harrison residence, as they had heard the
shooting, They saw man running up
Ashland avenue and met the son Preston
In; pursuit. Young Harrison stopped
long Jenough to inform his neighbor OF
pursuit Of the murderer. Mr.. and Mrs.
Chalmers hastily entered the house, Mr..
Chalmers at once making pillow Of his
oyercoat, which he placed under Mr..
Earrison's head.
3 "I have been shot, and cannot live"
said the Mayor, as he gasped for breath.
;'."You won't die,n said Mr.. Chalmers,
.ssyou have only been shot in the obdo-
men,"
.sNo, I have been shot in the heart, and
know I:cannot ive,' was the reply.
These were the last words Of the Mayer.
He Immediately became unconscious and
died at 8:25.
Miss Annie Howard, the finance Of Mr..
Harrison, was in the house at the time
the fatal shot vas fred. In accordance
with the wounded mans request, she
was at once summoned to his side, and
was present whsn the end came. When
it became evident that Mr.. Harrison could
not survive his injuries, and could live
but q few minutes at most, Miss How-
ards grief was pitiable. She was COM
pletelY overcome, and was led away by
friends, who fesred for the effect upon
her Of her grief. She was taken in close
carriage to the home of Carter II. Hnrri-
son, Jr., where she spent the night.
The murderer, pursued by the COACH
man, ran along Ashland Avenue, toward
Monroe street, at q break-neck pace.
Coming to Monroe street, he turned to
the east and started for the city. The
pursuers who had been reinforced by an
officer and several citizens, gained rapidly
on their man. On they ran until Des
Plains street was reached, when the
hunted man again turned to the north
and in few moments had reached the
Des Plains street police station. He
walked in and approached the sergeant
at the desk. He was about to speak,
when the foremost Of the pursners rushed
breathlessly into the station. "Lock that
man up" said the coachman, "he has
killed Mayor Harrison"
In an instant the sergeant was out from
behind his desk, and catching hold of the
mans arm, pulled him within the wide
enclosure as though to preserve bis life
from crowd which was gathering with
astonishing rapidity. Without waiting
to register the prisoner, he was quickly
taken back and placed behind the bars.
The station was then cleared OF the
excited people, and the sergeant went for
talk with the prisoner.
my name is Eugene Patrick Prender-
gast," he said, in response to the first IN
quiry. :, -,
Mayor Harrison ?" asked the sergeant,
''Yes, and am glad of it," was the
answer. "He promised to give me the
corporation connselship, and he has not
kept his word.