Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1894-06-29

Frustrated by the shock, and his grief a
the news was pitiful. II know but on,
Hunt, Chicago" he said, brokenly tan,
that is a son of DR.. Hunt, who live,
near our home in Chicago. My wifi
was acquainted with him, and had know
him since both were children. I canno
Imagine any cause for the deed. [ idol
lied my wife, and we had never hat
trouble. | have heard from her regu
iarly, and had a letter but a day ago.
dld Q even know she had gone to wor]
as bookkeeper, although she had writer
me tina she wanted to go to work, ant
she must have done this within the las
DAY or SO. She was living with her par
ents. I had no warning Of the aw(u
thing. It has come as q shock which
IS too great and too terrible to describe
God only knows what 1 have suffered il
the past few months, and I have wished
a thousand times over that this nigh
have come to me, and not to her."
From Wednesdays daily.]
The Murder of Mrs. Reid.
The murder of Mrs. Carrie Reid II
Chicago seems to have been shrouded il
mystery. At first, it was wildly stated
that the murderer was Bruce Reid, the
husband of tie murdered woman, but
the Identification of the murderer die.
proved this. The cause of the tragedy
as nearly as can be learned, is that Hunt
wanted Mrs. Reid to get a divorce from
her husband and marry him, and this
she refused to do.
Tho Chicago Tribune gives an account
of the affair, as follows:
just outside the open window, Nehring,
the foreman, was standing. Within, with
their backs to the window, sat Mrs. Reid
and T. H. Mccarthy. There came in
through the front door, a young man with
a revolver in his hand, who said in an un.
excited tone: "Now, I've got you"
Don't you do it, Fred. Don't you do it,
cried the frightened woman, backing
away.
Without uttering a word the man fired at
her. By some irony of fate that bullet
struck cher wedding ring, bending and
crushing it into her finger. AS she shrek
ed and ran the man fired at her again and
the bullet tore through her scalp. Too
startled to do anything but stare, the yard
employees saw the wOman come rushing
from the Office, seeking vain shelter among
the piles of lumber. Nehring tried to stop
the man as he dashed by in pursuit, but he
was brushed aside like a feather, and five
seconds later there was end.
AT the end of the yard the man caught
his victim. Again she screamed, "Don't,
Fred: DON'T" but her cries fell on ears that
were dulled to her voice. Deliberately
throwing her down, the man knelt on her
PROSTATE body. steadied his revolver and
fired. The bullet struck her in the fore
head, and as the blood gushed forth the as
sasSln shot her again in the mouth,
Then he bent over her and quietly exam
mined the wounds. Help was coming bv
now, and the man with murder on his soul
rose to meet the group which would have
captured him. The sight OF this man
whose face and hands were smeared with
the woman's life blood, made the men
check involuntarily. 1t was but a moment
but it was enough. He raised the pistol to
his head and fired the last shot into his
right temple. He dropped the revolver,
catching for support the pine post with
his bloody fingers. Then he staggered
back to the woman and fell across her
body.
1t was then that the men rushed up and
dragged Carrie Reid from under her MUIR
derer. They carried her from the gloom
OF the lumber piles and laid her in the sun
nf tho frnnf xyor1 hut how I;fo -
fast. She died within a minute. Then
they went back to the man, but he was
dead already.
The man who murdered Mrs. Reid has
been seen around the neighborhood for an
hour before the tragedy. he went into
the Office of the Ames & Fost company and
asked to be allowed to nse the ]avatory.
He staid there less than five minutes and
Their walked directly to Thamer's office.
An interview with Thamer, who was
the employer of Mrs. Reid, throws some
light OF the affair as follows:
Some three weeks ago." said Mr..
Thamer, 81 advertised for a bookkeper and
clerk. In response l received a personal
application from Mrs. Reid, whom I had
never seen before. She seemed quick and
intelligent, and after hearing her story I
gave her the position she sought. She told
me she was married four years ago to
Bruce Reid, then a clerk in P. p. Sanborn's
commission house On LaSalle street. The
ceremony was performed in Milwaukee
and without the knowledge of Mr.. and
Mrs. Casteel, who were opposed to the
match. The marriage, Mrs. Reid said, was
kept a secret for a year, and when made
known to the parents was followed by a
second ceremony at the Western Avenue
Baptist church, of which the young woman
was an active member till the time of her
death. The couple began housekeeping in
a fiat at 1910 West Adams street, but, &C.
cording to the wife's story, young Reid's
health gave way. They broke up house
keeping last November, the wife returning
to her old home and Bruce seeking re.
newed nealth in1he west.
"Mrs. Reid received long letters twice q
week from her husband" Mr.. Thamer said,
land wrote long answers to them. She
said her parents had asked her to sue fol-
q divorce, but she had resolved to cling to
her husband as long as he might live"
Bruce Reid is still in the city, and
seems altogether broken by the blow.
The exceptional sadness Of the circum-
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