Arizona republican., 1895-07-21
THE DEAD DIXON, Officer POrterie's Bullet
 Was Fatal. The Slayer Was Not Only ExOnerated But One Juryman Proposed a
 Vote of Thanks. The Record of an Individual Who Was Unornamental to the
 Community.

Wm. Di xon, the colored burglar shot by Deputy Constable Porterie yesterday morning, is dead and buried. His death occurred at 7 o'clock, less than ei1 hours after the shooting. but that less than six hours was period of ex- crucisting suffering relieved only in part by an inordinate application of anasthetics. City Physician Dr. Futile permitted it because it was plain from the outset that death vas inevitable. There was an internal hemorrhage from which the victim would die in one or ten hours if he survived the hemor. rhage there was the insurmountable, inflammation to combat. Dixon might struggle and struggle but there was no human possibility that he could survive beyond three days; all surgical prece- dence was against him.
 As soon as he died a coroner's jury whose mem bers were Samuel Purdy, Ralph Hall. s. N. Phillips. A. W. Gal. pin, T. A. Fulton and A. J. Menihen was impanelled by Justice Johnstone. The examination was exhaustive. It involved not only an inquiry into the manner of Dixon's death but into the conduct of Officer Porterie- There was @ ques ton as to whether it was neces. sary to shoot him in order to arrest him.
 The house in which the burglar had been killed was domicile in block Al intended for habitation by prostitutes. Ik Iof @o \, it was furnished it was not occupied. Late attempts had been made to force the door of this building as well as the doors of several other buildings in the same locality, all owned by MT. Beau vais. The landlord reported the mat ter to Officer Porterie and asked him to exercise special surveillance over his infamous holdings. Dixon was seen passing the houee between and g o'clock. His glances in that direction left no doubt that he meditated an. other attempt against if.
 The attempt WAS made and the story collected from the testimony of the slayer and all witnesses wfo saw Dixon from the moment he entered the build ing until he died at the door of the city 1 jail is as follows: He unlocked the door with skeleton key. As soon as he entered Officer Porterie threw down upon him a long barreled Colts 45 revolver and asked him to throw up his hands. Instead of doing sJ he threw his hands behind him and par tially turned his left side toward the officer as if to make rush with knife. The officer fired and Dixon, turning to the door by which he had entered. ran out and around the block upon Mad ison street. As he ran he cried "Pm shot ! Pm shot!' and he continued his cries when he fell.
 Deputy Marshal Bailey ran up to him. ''Is that you, Dixon?' he asked ; "What's the matter with your" "Joe caught me-" groaned the negro, Porterie then ran up. Officer Bailey called a cab and lifting the wailing house. breaker into it he was conveyed to the calaboose. This was some time after 1 o'clock. In ten minutes Citp Physician Tuttle was in attend ance.
 There was not one chance in mil lion for him to live. The bullet had passed thro gh the feshy part of the left arm and entered the left side about an inch below the heart. In it's course it cut through two match cases, one oi papier mache and the other of rubber From the point of contact with the body it ranged downward, pas sing through the stomach and per forating the bowels. The pain was pit iful Dixon was always conscious, but pleading for something to put him out of his misery. He persistently refused to say anything about the shooting.
 "Will he die?" asked visitor at the city jail. "Yes," replied Jailor Hy Hooker.
 "Yes," repeated the dying negro 'he'll die of course he'll die; that's al right" Weak as the tone in which this was uttered it was impressively sarcastic. The administration of chic roform was continued. Enough was given him to permanently hypnotize 2 horse. At7 o'clock there was some thing better and cheaper than chlolo form. an undertaken and a coroner.
 Dixon came to PhWnIx six months ago. Every day oI his existence here out of jail has been one Of worry to the police or constabulary. He had cun ming which was as wearisome as his criminal performances and the night before he was shot an officer said, "I'd be great deal happier if somethine