St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-10-29

promised to make him corporation
counsel and had not kept his word.
This was his only reason for committing
the crime.
The only other persons in the house at
the time besides Mr.. Harrison were his
son. William Preston Harrison. twenty
five years Of age, and the servants.
Shortly before o'clock the door bell
rang. and when Mary Hansen, the do
mestic, opened the door she was con-
fronted by man about five feet five
inches, smooth shaven. his rather clean
cut features lit up by pair of dark
eyes.
us Mr.. Harrison IMP" asked the man
in quiet, pleasant voice.
"Yes. SIR" responded the girl, as she
threw the door wider open to permit his
entrance.
~ 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, stepping into
the hall, walked toward PrendergaSt,
who, by the time he caught sight of Mr..
Harrison, had advanced about ten feet
from the doorway. Without saying a
word, Prendergast
DREW HIS REVOLVER
and commenced to fire. He pulled the
trigger but three times. and every bullet
hit the mark. One ball shattered Mr..
Harrison's left hand, another passed
into the lower right side of the abdo-
men, making wound that would have
been mortal within a few days; 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 Mr. Harrison
turned and walked rapidly toward the
dining room. BE walked through the
door, across the dining room, and passed
into butler's pantry opening off the
room, where, weakened by loss of blood.
he fell to the floor.
Prendergost did not follow up his vic
tim or make any attempt to ascertain
how deadly his aim had been. He
placed 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, came tear
ing down the stairs from the upper por-
tion of the house just as Mr.. Harrlson's
coaehman ran into the rear end of the
hall. The cries of Mary Hansen direct
ed the son to where his father lay, but
the coachman was after other game.
He had a revolver of his own, and as
quickly as he realized what had had oc-
Cured he leveled his weapon and sent
a bullet after the disappearing form of
the murderer. A second time his re-
volver spoke, but both bullets went
wild. Running to the door, the coach
man was prepared to continue hostili-
ties, 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
swallowed up
IN THE DARKNESS.
Across Ashland Boulevard, directly
opposite the residence Of Mr.. Harrison,
is the home of w. j. Chalmers, the
wealthy maker of mining machinery.
MIR. Chalmers was standing upon the
front steps of his residence when the
shots were fred. He bounded down
the steps and dashing across the street
met Prendergast almost out of the gate.
"What is it?' said Mr.. Chalmers.
The man walked rapidly north on
Ashland avenue without replying, and
Mr. Chalmers hastened into the house.
He reached Mr.. Rarrison's side almost
at the same instant that William Pres
ton Harrison had found where his
father lay.
"Are you hurt?" asked Mr.. Chalmers,
as he and the son OF the dying man
strove to raise him.
"Pve got my death. Chalmers" re-
sponded the mayor.
Noticing spot of blood on the
mayors waistcoat, Mr.. Chalmers said
81 guess not"
"I'm shot In the heart and Pm dead
man." was the only reply. A moment
later he said with a voice which was
rapidly loing strength: "Unbutton my
vest, Chalmers; there's where the
trouble is"
By this time the stricken man had
been borne to a couch in an adjoining
room, and as quickly as ne spoke Mr..
Chalmers gently opened bis Waistcoat