The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1894-02-27

| His manner made Mrs Code think he was
| not exactly himself. and when ne tried to
/ force himself in upon his wife last safur-
| day night Mrs. White came 10 the con-
| cIusion he was either insane or getting
/ dangerous.
Mrs White was right In her surnises.
White was approaching the point where
| his mind could see nothing but the death
| of the nan he believed had wronged him
| and the wife he would declare false one
| moment and true the next. Yesterday
| morning White arose az O'Clock. two
| hours earlier than usual, as Mrs.
| Clayworth noticed. He went out
and returned about noon. After talking
| in perfectly cool and collected manner
| with Mr.. Ciayworth ne went TO his room.
| He was there u short time, and ii is
/ thought that he was writing the letters
| that now show that he had murder IN
| view. After he left the house he sent
| Joseph Chapman. who has cooked for him.
| to the house where his wife lives with
| letter, in which he asked her TO return
home and have nothing more to do with
| Holt. Mr. White read the letter and told
| Chapman that there was no answer. lie
| said 'all right" and went away.
| 1t was short time after this that Mrs.
| J. ". Spriggs was passing along Depot
| street. when who should rush mp 10 her
| but w. y. White. Mrs. Sprggs tod him
| that she was lust going to call upon Mrs.
| White. but did not know where she lived.
| White walked up the street with her,
| pointed out the house and walked away. 1t
| is more than probable that if Mrs. Spriggs
| had not met White Mrs. White would
| have been killed also. White, as soon as
| Mrs. Spriggs left him, walked down Vine
street and up the alley run ming north be-
| tween Third and Fourth streets to the
| back entrance of Maek's barn, where Nc
| Donald and Holt kept their horses, and
where Holt was pretty sure 10 be found.
The grey haired. grizzly bearded man
walked the length of the long barn with
| out encountering soul. The door that
opens on Third street was closed At his
right hand was small room, with thin
/ door, which he found empty. At his left
was the door of the Office or harness room
"a small room with high ceiling. Above
the bunk at the farther end is a
| shelf projecting several feet for a second
bunk. As White stood in the door
| it is not probable that he saw another per-
son than James Holt. who was on his
knees on the floor fixing harness. If
White had looked up he would have seen a
| large. well-formed man named John Nc
Donald dressing himself White looked
at the man kneeling before him for a
moment and then advanced. lie did not
seem to have murderous designs, and
there was nothing in his voice to give
warning of his intentions when he said:
"Is Dan Mcdonald here?"
NO." replied Holt, unconscious of the
danger close at hand.
White said not another word, but walked
close up to his intended victim and quickly
drew a new bulldog revolver from his
pocket. and aimed IL at Hollis head. Holt
tried to get on his feet and, in doing So
grabbed White. There was a struggle and
the loud crack of the revolver was
heard. Holt, who is in the
prime of life, grappled with his gray
haired assailant and succeeded in pushing
him out into the main part of the barn
through the door. The scuffie of feet came
distinctly to McDonald's ears, and, as he
heard the revolver speak again. he felt that
his friends life was in danger. Bang"
went the gun again and almost immed-
ately after Mcdonald heard Holt cry out:
"My God he is going to kill me-"
Holt was bleeding from two wounds
when he uttered the cry, and immed lately
afterward he broke from White and got
into the little room with the thin door.
White came after him like an enraged bull
but found that Holt was holding the door
by bracing himself against the upper
panels with his back White could
not get in, but he saw enough
through one of the lower panels,
which happened to be broken. to get an
idea of where he should aim to reach
Hollis heart. The awfuiness OF his crime
never deferred him a moment. He
placed the muzzle of the gun close to the
door and fired. Never stopping to see if
he had killed his man, he ran out of the
barn and walked rapidly up Vine street.
In the meantime the cries of Nc
Donald and the women who live
over the barn had attracted the
| attention of J. NJ. Wheeler and
a man named Guye. who lives at the
corner Of Harrison and Lombard streets.
AT the corner of Vine and Fifth Guye was
within few feet of White and the latter,
seeing that he was about to be captured,
stopped suddenly and. putting the muzzle
of the gun over his heart, fired. He then
walked short distance and with gasp
fell TO the ground, rolled over on his back
| and expired.
The crowd gathered in few minutes
and were still looking at the body when
the dead wagon arrived in response to
call from Officer Mcintyre and took the
body To Bonuey & Stewards. After White
fired the last shot, Holt, who escaped in
slant death three times rs If by miracle,
crasled back into the harness room where
the shooting commenced and lay down on
the bunk Mcdonald came in and asked
him how he was:
Il can hardly speak" was the answer,
'ges doctor"
Mcdonald ran for Or. Neville, who came
Immediately, and accompanied the
wounded man in the patrol wagon TO
| Providence hospital. Other physicians
were called in aud in halt an hour the ope-
ration vas over. II was found that one
bullet entered the point OF the chin.
ranged downward, and came out
on the right side OF the neck. The
next entered the middle Of the top OF the
right shoulder and went downward, loGg
ing in the muscles over the shoulder blade
The most dangerous vas the one that
entered three inches below the left arm
pit. passed through the lung, just missed
the heart and vas CUT oGt near the breast
Awarded Highest