Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-11-03
KILLED BY A LUNATIC::
Mav Carter II. Harrison Shot and
Killed At His Home satur-
day Night.
Called to Hit Door, the Worlds Fair
Mayor Goes Without Warning
To Death.
Murder Is Committed BY Eugene
Patrick Prendergast, An In
sane Paper Carrier.
Says Harrison Promised Him An
Appointment and Failed to
Give It to Him.
Excitement In Chicago Is Intense
The Harrison Family Pros
trate With Grief,
Harrison's Last Words: II Am q
Dead Man; I Have It Thro'
the Heart.
Words of Sympathy and Regret
From Public Men Through
out the Country.
Excitement In Chicago Is Intense
The Harrison Family Pros
trate With Grief,
H%arrison's Last Words: 81 Am g
Dead Man; I Have It Thro'
the Heart.
Words of Sympathy and Regret
From Public Men Through
out the Country.


CHICAGO, Oct. 26.-Another crazy
crank has done his deadly work, and
Carter H. Harrison, five times mayor of
Chicago, and one of the best known men
in the west, lies dead in his W home,
o3l South Ashland boulevard, about a
mile and a half west of the p%ostofice.
Three bullets entered his body, two of
them making wounds sufficient to u
death.
The murder was committed by Eu-
gene Patrick Prendergast, a paper
carrier, who declared that Mayor Harri-
son had promised to make him corpora
lion counsel and had not kept his word.
This, he said, was his only reason for
committing the crime. The only per-
son in the house at the time besides Mr..
Harrison we're his son, William Preston
Harrison, twenty-five years of age, and
the servants.
Shortly before eight o clock, Saturday
night the door bell rang, and when
Mary Hansen. the domestic, opened the
door she was confronted by a man about
five feet five inches tall and smooth
shaven, his rather clean cut features lit
up by a pair of dark eyes.
us Mr.. Harrison in?" asked the man
in a quiet, pleasant voice.
Eyes, sir" responded the girl as she
threw the door wider open to permit
his entrance.
II would like to see him, please" said
the man as he walked toward the back
end of the hall. MI. 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 in the
hall walked toward Pendergast, who,
by the time he caught sight of Mr.. Har-
rison, had advanced about ten feet from
the doorway. Without saying a word
Pendergast drew q revolver and com.
menced to fire.
Every Shot Told.
lie pulled the trigger but three times
and every bullet hit the mark. The ball
shattered MI. Harrison's left hand. An
other passed into the lower right side of
the abdomen, making a wound that
would have been mortal within a rev
days. This third bullet was the immedi-
ate cause of death. The stricken man
was borne to q couch in an adjoining
room, his waistcoat was unbuttoned.
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.
Murderer S~urrenders.
About Is minutes after the shooting,
Sergeant Frank Mcdonald was standing
In the office of the Desplains street
station. Every available officer had
already been hurried out to work on the
case, ond Sergeant Mcdonald, who had
Just come in from other work, was pre-
pairing to follow. The door was pushed
gently open and in walked q small,
smooth-shaven man, poor dressed, and
carrying a revolver in his hand. He shook
like a man with the palsy. His face was
White and drawn. Great drops of pers-
pration chased each other down his face
and his lettering limbs seemed scarcely
able to hold him upright. He walked
up to Mcdonald, who is a powerful fell
low, 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
lald n hand on the fellows shoulder
and with the other quietly took the re-
volver.
II shot Mayor Harrison, and that's
What l shot him WITH" was the reply,
us Prendergast made n motion with his
land toward the revolver.
what made you do it," asked Nc
Donald.
lie said he would make me corpora
uon counsel and he did not do 1t. That's
what I shot him for"
That was all there was about it.; moth
ing dramatic, no bravado. He spoke OF
Ills crime as though it was nothing out