The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-11-28
MORT ALLY WOUNDED Her
J. A. Schafer, a Saloon.Keeper,
Fires Three Shots at
His Wife.
He SurrenderS Himself to the
Police and Acknowledges the
Shooting.

J. a. Schafer, saloon-keeper corner of
Clay and Drumm streets, fatally shot his
wife Mary in their rooms 1921 Larkin
street, shortly before o'clock last night.
Schafer fired three thots at her, each of
which took effect. and then walked to the
police station on Jackson and Polk streets
and surrendered himself, telling the officer
in charge that he had shot his wife. He
handed the revolver to the officer.
Mrs. Schafer was hurriedly driven to
the Receiving Hospital. DIR. Fitzgibbon
found that one bullet had entered the left
side of her neck and passed through to the
back, where it was extracted by him. The
second had entered about the middle of
her right chest, passed downward through
her right lung, then inward, then back
ward and out above the right kidney. The
third had entered about Jour inches to the
right OF the second, and passed backward
through her right lung. Both bullets were
extracted by the doctor, who expressed
the opinion that she could not live many
hours.
Detectives Bohen and Graham were de-
tailed on the case. They Immediately sent
the patrol-wagon to the North End station,
with instructions to bring Schafer to the
hospital, so that he could be identified by
his dying wife.
By this time Mrs. Schafer had been placed
in cot in the female ward. and while wait
ing for Schafer's arrival she made the fol-
lowing statement to Detective Graham:
was shot by my husband. 1t is ell due to
jealousy and drink. am 40 years OF age and
he is 50. We have been married twenty years
and had three children, who are all dead.
For several years he has been jealous and
blamed me for being too friendly with Robert
Gottleb wrote him note day or two ago
TO write my husband, so as to put an end to
his unjust suspicious, and he wrote my hus-
band to-day, telling him that 1 never had done
anything wrong. He came home tonight
about half past z with the letter in his hand
He accused me of writing the letter. said I
did not and he said did. ''I swear before
Cod said to him, "that did not write the
letter" He said, 81 am prepared for you" and
took hold of my hand with his left hand and
shot me with pistol in his other hand.
He never struck me during our married life.
but he was always jealous. Yesterday he said
he would cut my heart out. He never had
cause 20 be jealous OF me.
Sehafer was afterward ushered into the
presence of his dying wife. He had evil
IDENTIFY been drinking. He is a tall, gray
haired old man and did not seem to be
suffering from any feeling of remorse.
Mrs. Schafer was asked by DR.. Kahn in
German if that was her husband and if be
had shot her, but the poor woman only
moaned out, Darling papa, come close to
me-" Every effort was made to get her
to acknowledge that her husband shot her,
but she kept moaning, Darling papa"
Detective Bohen permitted schafer to go
close to her and she said, kiss me,
darling papa" Schafer kissed her, NUT
tering my dear little wife"
Then in answer to questions by Detec-
tive Graham she said Schafer was her
husband and that he fired the shots at her.
As they were about to take him away she
implored him to kiss her again, saying, in
feeble, broken voice, Il forgive you,
papa"
This will be the last time I will see
you, my dear little wife. God bless YOU"
said Schafer, as he kissed her again.
why did you shoot herr" asked De-
tective Bohen.
That's none of your business" retorted
Schafer in an angry tone, as he straight
ened himself up.
He was taken to the City Prison, and the
last thing he heard as he left the hospital
was the moaning of his dying wife.
At the prison Schafer refused to say
anything as to the cause of the shooting.
He remarked that if his wife died he
wanted to die also.