The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-11-02

reached Mr.. Harrison's side almost al
the same instant that William Preston
Harrison had found where his father lay
Are you hurt? asked Mr. Chalmers
as he and the son of the dying mar
strove to raise him.
i've got my death, Chalmers re-
sponded the mayor
Noticing a spot of blood on the mayors
waistcoat, Mr.. Chalmers said: ''I guess
not 58#
In shot in the heart and I'm q dead
man. was the only reply. A moment
later he said with voice which was
rapidly losing strength: 'Unbutton my
vest Chalmers. There's where the
trouble isl :. ..-..f%
BLOOD yelling From Two Wounds,
BY this time the stricken man had
pcen borne to a 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 welled rapidly from two
holes, one just above the heart and the
other in his abdomen.
Its through the heart" said the may
or again, his voice now scarcely above a
whisper. A moment later he sank into
Inconsistencies, and in twenty minutes
after receiving the wounds Mr.. Harrison
was dead.
When young Mr.. Harrison came run
ming down stairs to learn the cause of
the shooting he passed a burglar alarm.
He reached out his hand and turned in
an alarm, and even before he had reached
his fathers side. a patrol wagon filled
with officers from the Lake street sta
ton, about third Of a mile distant, was
dashing toward the mayors home. By
the time the officers arrived all trace of
the murderer had been lost, and even be-
fore the mayor had breathed his last
ofhcers from every. station in the city
were on the outlook for a small, smooth
shaver man, twenty-five years of age
Every possible effort was made to secure
medical attendance for Mr.. Harrison.
but when DR.. Lyman, the first physician
to arrive at the house, reached the may
or's side he was a dead man. Doctors
Thomas, Foster and Washburn followed
in quick succession, but they were unable
to do anything and soon left the house.
Surreniicrs.
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 casc,and Sergeant Mcdonald, who had
just come in from other work, was pre-
pairing to follow. The door was pushed
gently open and in walked a small,
smooth-shavcn man, poorly dressed, and
carrying a revolver in his hand. He
shook like man with the palsy. His
face was white and drawn. Great drops
of Precipitation chased each other down
his face and his totteriny limbs seemed
scarcely able to hold him upright He
walked up to Mcdonald, who is a pow
erfUF fellow, six feet tall, and looking
him straight in the face, said: II did it,
You did it?'' asked Mcdonald.
Eyes, I did it, . ..-.
did what?'' said the officer, as he
laid one hand on the fellows shoulder
and with the other quietly took the re-
volver.
Il shot Mayor Harrison, and that's
what [ shot him with,' was the reply,
hand toward the revolver.
What made you do it," asked Nc
Donald.
"He said he would make me corpora
ton counsel and he did not do it. That's
what l shot him for
That was all there was about it: moth
ing dramatic, no bravado. He spoke of
his crime as though it was nothing out
of the ordinary and matter entirely to
be expected. He was trembling so that
he could hardly stand, and the officer
led him to a chair and asked few more
questions, to which Prendergast had but
one reply:
He said he would make me corpora
ton counsel. He didn't and shot him.
~ Meant to Shoot Kim
and l went there to do it, He said that
after leaving the Harrison house he had
taken street car and started toward the
Desplaines street station with the object
of giving himself up. THE car did not
go very FAST" he said, "or 1 would have
been here sooner" AS the station where
be gave himself up is just four blocks
over one mile from the Harrison resi-
dence, he scarcely had time to do other
wise than as he said. ..
The cell door had hardly changed shut
behind the murderer when excited crowds
began gathering about the Desplaines
street station. Patrol wagons ratified up
to the place, their bells changing as the
officers jumped from their seats and
rushed into the station. Cabs and car
riages came by the score, and their occu-
pants crowded and pushed their way up
the steps and into the Office. i -
Personal friends of the dead mayor,
city officials and the curious crowded
over and against each other in wild en-
deayor to learn if the story Of the shoot
ing was true. An immense throng gath
cred on the sidewalks and in the streets
about the place. Laboring men going to
their homes swung off the street cars as
they reached the crowd, and when the
cause of the disturbance became known
added their voices to the subdued threats
of vengeance, for Mr. Harrison was
pc rlar with the masses The streets
were soon filled for blocks, and the Of
fcers, as they looked out Of the station
window upon the surging sea Of faces,
became alarmed for the safety Of their
prisoner. A hasty conference of the Of
ficers was held. and it was decided to
remove Prendergast to the central station