The Portland daily press., 1895-12-14

DE Young was standing at the cashiers
desk. but his eye fell upon the young man
as he entered. He rushed for his pistol,
found 1t, and crouching behind the mar
BILE coun ter, tried to cock it. 1t worked
hadly-a fatal delay. The young man
calmly leaned over the counter, took de-
liberate aim at the crouohing figure. and
put bullet through his brain. De
Young fell in heap on the floor and
died instantly.
THE BLOODIEST TRAG tDY OF ALL.
1.-THE bloodiest tragedy I ever knew in
San Francisco, said the gentleman,
was one that occurred in 1879. Two
young men, moving in the best society
and living at the Palace Hotel, fell in
love with Miss Clara Huntington, niece
of G. p. Huntington, who afterwards
married Prince Hatzfeldt The young
men were both of good family, and both
occupied fine positions in the business
world. They were, likewise, fine-looking
young men, and popular everywhere.
They had been good friends, but being
rivals in love, soon became hostile One
evening they met at the foot of the eleya-
tor in the hotel, and by accident. perhaps,
one Jostled against the other. Instantly
quarrel began, which ended in one clap
ping the others face. Bystanders inter-
fsred, and the quarrel ceased for
moment. the one who had done the face
Shaping going off to his Office, while the
other got into the elevator and went to
his room. In a second or two he came
hastily out and sped down the stairway,
not waiting for the elevator He walked
rapidly down Montgomery street, and at
the corner of Pine he overlook the man
who had slapped his face Without
word, he gra bbed him by the shoulder,
and, putting the pistol to his ear, fred.
The movement was SO quick nobody could
have interfered if he would. The DOOR
fellow fell dead in his tracks.
Naturally there was great excitement
over this event, for it was nothing but
vile assassination, and for a little while
it looked as if there would be lynching
party organized right there on she street.
But the police were strong enough to
prevent 1t, and the murderer was hustled
off to jail. Excitement ran high all day,
and at night the prisoners safety was
assured by locking him up in what was
known as the tank, steel-lined apart
ment. in which were several cells. Dur
ing the evening the young murderer was
visited by his brother; the two talked to-
gether for nearly an hour. Now there
had been rioting in San Francisco q few
weeks before, and for the better proteo-
ton of the jail dozen muskets had been
brought in and placed in the tank but
these had been forgotten when the pris-
oner was brought in. What took place
between the brothers was never known,
but 1T was pretty well understood that
the innocent one told the guilty one that
there was but one thing to do-kill him
self. This was agreed to, and a5 this
junoture the VISITORS eye fell upon the
stack of muskets in the corner. He
hastily seized one and passed it into the
cell, and then, with fearful farewell
and last word-'You know your duty,
Jack The left the Jail.
An hour after he had gone the Jail
officials were startled by loud report
in the TANK ana, rushing in, they
found the young murderer stretched out
on the floor of his cell, his spattering
aims giving hideous proof of how we'll
he had obeyed his brothers. CHASTITY in
junction.