St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-10-30

man was prepared to continue HOSTILE
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.. Ha rrison,
is the home of w. j. Chalmers, the
wealthy maker of mining machinery.
Mr.. Chalmers was standing upon the
front steps of his residence when the
shots were fired. 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 fastened into the house.
He reached Mr.. Harrison'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.
''I've got my death, Chalmers" re-
sponded the mayor.
Noticing spot of blood on the
mayors waistcOat, Mr.. Chalmers said,
81 guess not"
ppm shot IN the heart and Pm dead
man." was the only reply. A moment
later he said with a voice which was
rapidly LONG strength: "Unbutton m y
vest, CHI Liners; 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 welled rapidly from two
holes. one just above the heart, the
other in his abdomen.
tits through the heart" said the
| mayor again, his voice now scarcely
above a whisper. A moment later he
sank into Inconsistencies and in twenty
minutes after receiving the wounds
MIR. HARRISON WAS DEAD.
When young Mr.. Harrison came run
ming down stairs to learn the cause Of
the shooting, he passed burglar alarm.
He reached out his hand and turned in
| reached his fathers side a patrol
wagon filled with officers from Lake
street station, about a third of a mile
distant, was dashing toward the mayors
home. By the time the officers ar
| rived, all trace of the murderer had
been lost, and even before the mayor
had breathed his last officers from
every station in the city were on the
outlook for small, smooth-shaven
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
mayors side. he was dead man. Drs.
| Thomas, Foster and Washburn followed
in quick succession. but they were
unable to do anything, and they
| soon left the house. 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,
| and 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, poorly dressed, and carry
ing a revolver in his hand. He shook
like man with the palsy, his face was
| white and drawn, great drops of per-
| spiratlon chased each other down his
face and his lettering limbs seemed
scarcely able to hold him upright. He
| yaA IN ho ic
erful fellow, six feet tall, and looking
him straight in the eyes, said: 81
| did it."
"You did it?" asked Mcdonald.
"Yes. 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.
~ shot Mayor Harrison, and that's
what shot him with" was the reply,
as Prendergast made motion with his
hand toward the revolver.
"What made you do lt?" 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,
nothing dramatic, no bravado.
HE SPOKE OF HIS CRIME
as though it was nothing out of the or
binary, and matter entirely to be ex-
pected.
He was trembling 30 that he could
scarcely stand, and the officer led him
to chair and asked few more ques-
lions, to which Prendergast had but one
reply:
HE said he would make me CORPORA
ton counsel. He didn't, and l shot
him. l meant to shoot him, and l went
there to do it."
He said that after leaving the Harri-
son house he had taken street car and
started towards Desplaines street sta
ton with the object of giving himself
up. 1.-The car did not go very FAST" he
said. "or 1 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.
The cell door had hardly changed shut
behind the murderer when excited
crowds began gathering about the Des-
PLANES street station. Patrol wagons
ratified up to the place, their bells clang-
ing as the officers jumped from their
seats and rushed into the station. Cabs
and carriages came by the score, and
their occupants crowded and pushed
their way up the steps and into the of
flee.
In attempting to learn the mans
means of livelihood the officers expert
enced great difficulty. His replies were
incoherent and rambling, but at last the
examiners became convinced that he
had been newspaper carrier whose
route was along Ashland boulevard, and