The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1894-10-05


though there was . rush Of fee: In the
ball. heavy body striking the door ana
throwing il open. Cudihee knew nothing
outside she lifs struggle until he say the
aash Of o gun and heard il strike bis as
sal ants head with loud thnmp. Again
esfvs the blow. bat not until blood was
dripping from his head and CO vering the
befclotnes did the man give up.
81 give mp" he cried, spare my hie-
Corbe.t. who stood over the man. gun In
hrnd. showed little mercy in his face and
il was not entii cadihss begged for the
life OF the man thss tried 20 Kill him tnat
the officer vas quoted
"Whaf did you want 70 kill Cadihee
for ?" yelled honest. Straightforward John
Corbeft; ''he never did you . wrong. and
vas only doing bis duty"
II might rs vel Kill two 80 one" was
the reply. On the way to the patrol box
q. the corner Of Battery and Front
streets the prisoner became more enraged
at Corbett and said he would kill him for
50 cents, and IL be met himIn hi would
run a pitehfork through him. Corbett
took the matter cooIly. but felt that the
prisoner ought 10 be thankful that he WAS
not shot down on the bed instead Of being
dubbed The patrol wagon came with
rush and soon the murderer vas on the
way to police headquarters
lie vas nov cooled down. and asked
where be hit tbs man he shot in the Mug
saloon. When told that the heart was
pierced. he simply said:
''iIs should not have made break At
me-"
NE CoSFEssEs HIS CRIME
-.
was taken into Chief Rogers private room
and questioned. He made no attempt to
deny that be vas the man who held up
the saloon and explained that he did it
because ne was hard up. He gave his
name as Thomas Blanck, admitting that it
Was assumed.
His description is as follows: Twenty
four years old, feet OF inches; cold gray
eyes. brown hair. weight about $50 pounds.
clad in checked calico shirt and blue jean
trousers
After Chief Rogers had finished with
Bianck he was taken 10 the steel cage
where Frank Minsch. the murderer spent
few days. and by permission of Chief
Rogers was interviewed by Posr-IsrEr-
LfeEscER reporter. Bianck was lying
down. but when spoken to by Jaiisr Henry
Furry he came to the bars aud looked out
He is not an unpleasant fellow to meet
when the bars are between him and his
interviewer and save when his gray eyes
show the angry sparkle his face 10 pleas
ant. even smiling He impresses one as
being powerful. aggressive. even cruel.
and. when asked if he was not an old time
highwayman or burglar. simply grins.
showing teeth that are wide apart and
says: ION many things I would have
to tell you lies so will not answer at all"
When asked for his story of the tragedy
In the Mug saloon. be spoke as follows,
questions. of course, being eliminated:
THE MuRpERER's STORY.
81 give You my name as Thomas Blanck
That Is an assumed name, | admit, but I
do not want my real name Known. I am
"a years old. but look much older. / am
not the Meeker murderer and have not
been in this city before in my Iife / am
native of New York city. have relatives
there, but they have no idea where am,
under what name | am travelling or what
| am doing. Ny work has been that of a
bookkeeper. | am from German stock 1t
was not my intention 10 kill any one when
| entered the saloon. / knew no one in
assisted by any confederatss. / came
To this city q, few days ago
and got down to 70 cents. This being the
state of affairs. l became desperate and
decided TO hold up some place or some-
body. After securing a room at the lodg-
ing house. don't know where exactly,
being a stranger, came down town and
watched the saloon, Twice during the
evening L went and sized things up. 1t
looked to me as II / could get about $50
When the time came took my gun under
my coat and walked in. The first thing /
did was TO cry ont:
Every man in the room throw up your
hands: If you stir, you take the RESPONSE
biiity of your lives in your own hands
81 thought | Was talking to sensible peo-
pie. but as IL turned out / was not. The
big fellow (Codrick) instead of paying at
tention to my command commenced put
ting his money in his pocket Then I
jumped on the bar and, when he turned,
was undecided what to do. I jumped
down from the bar and as did so one of
the men took several steps toward me aud
i. thinking he had gun, determined to
shoot before being shot. After | fred |
knew he vas hit, but did not wait to see
how hard. had no trouble in running
out OF the saloon. and after going a short
distance down the street MIAMI slowed
np and walked direct TO the water
| front. | got TO my room about
| 20 O'Clock and thought | would
not he captured. ! felt certain would
not he taken alive. | was at The hydrant
AZ the rear of the house when this man
| you call Cudihee came down the path. |
| suspected he Vas an officer but was not
| sure. When he came into my room |
| knew positively that 1 was in for it and
| dad not intend to be taken. Now. that
| man Is brave fellow. but in some WAYS he
Is = fool. Why, when | told him
to throw up his hands and pulled
a 45-Colt's on him no simply ducked
| his head and went at me like bali. |
admire his nerve. but think ne was fool
hardy. That man who helped him out
was a bad one. lie knocked the life out of
me and once | thought he would put me
| to slaep. In TACT one blow WAS a soaker.
los py senses for few seconds. think
he would have killed me Ii Cudihee had
not begged him TO let up. He seemed TO
Do like wild animal over the fight had
with Cudihee, and the way he handled his
gun as q club made me think OF perpetual
motion.
Have you ever been In the penitsntiary
as prisonerf" vas asked.
ono"
Have you ever done much shooting"
"No. not very much" and then no
grinned.
"Did you ever do any work in San Fran
ciscof"
NO" Was his answer, and then he con
t.nued In good language, although With a
forsigu accent II do not want 70 tell YOU
any lies and many questions you would
ask are such thst could not, for my OWE
interest, answer tgushfuliy. As tell you.
have assumed che name of Blanck The
spelled IL cut for the reporterl and unless
you end my real name from other sources
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