The Wichita daily eagle., 1896-11-28

Sheriff Cone was notified yesterday
that a woman had been killed on the cor
ner of Wichita and Pine streets and he
hastened to the scene where, in little
house in a wooded nook, he found the
wife of Lou Cooks bosom bleding and
nervous She was neither dead or speech
less, but for all that she looked as if
she had had a rough encounter with
/ somebody She told the sheriff that her
husband had broken her head and sew
eral ribs with a revolver. The sheriff
at once sent for DR.. Rentz to dress nsr
wounds and notified the police of the cir
cumstances The doctor found that
while Mrs Cook had few wounds she
was not seriously injured. A policeman
came-so the house and did not arrest Mr..
Cook.
A reporter for the Eagle found his way
to the house about O'Clock and was adj
mitted by Mr.. Cook himself, who, wira
q great show of hospitality invited him
to take seat on chair with only three
legs. 1t was deemed more safe il less
advisable to sit on the bed.
Mr.. Cook was at dinner and had as his
guest Big Learry, a quaint old character
who moves houses and talks the richest
brogue ever heard outside of the limits
of the famous county of Clare.
WAS anybody murdered here?" asked
the reporter.
NO" said Mr.. Cook, "but we had
little scrap that didn't amount to much.
She Is in bed in the back room and you
can go to Sc her IL you want to.
What was it; a little family AFFAIR.""
That's it, that's it." said Mr.. Cook,
with eagerness that denoted that ne had
discovered the technical name for the
bout. by the way, won't you join Larry
and I in a cup of coffee" and without
waiting for a reply he ordered 'Moliie'
to bring some coffee, but "Mollie" failed
to respond.
by my faith" said Larry, 'I have
something better than coffee" and with
that expression he went down into his
pocket and dug up a bottle of whiteline-
We'll, by my faith" said Larry, Il
know an Irishman who will drink it,
snd suiting the action Of the words, he
drained the bottle, winked with great
emotion and resumed eating.
You want to know how it happened
said Mr. Cook. Il will tell you"
NO" said Larry, ''let me tell him.
Cook says he didn't strike her with a
revolver, but he did. I know ne did, but
l don't think he struck her more than
twice. You see,'' he continued, "the poor
carytilur is jealous of Cook. We had a
little Thanksgiving last night and l sup
pose it was that that caused it,
yes" said Cook, "she is very jealous
of me and she began abusing me and
suppose l did give her a lick or two.
She is jealous of a woman down on the
other side of town. She is my cousin .
widow and I go TO see her occasionally
to see how her children are getting
along"
Just then the wounded woman shout
ed from the bed to tell the reporter that
Cook was a liar and that the woman was
we'll, according to Mrs. Cook. Louis
cousins wife does not move in the best
society.
Lou told her to shut up, but an enrag-
ed woman does not quiet talking so
easily and Mrs. Cook talked minute or
two longer with vigor that indicated
that her vocal organs did not suffer in
the scrap.
Larry then poured oil on the troubled
waters and by his remarkable powers OF
diplomacy succeeded in coaxing Mrs.
Cook into silence. At this point Mr.. Cook
proceeded to mend a stove and the re-
porter departed.
Mr.. Cook lives in a house that. per-
1aps. has more holes for ventilation than
any house in town. In the six windows
there is probably one pane of glass and
even that is cracked. A dog could crawl
in between the door and the floor and the
plaster and laths and sideboarding are
knocked out at several places in the
house. How a person can live In It and
not freeze to death is beyond cornpre-
nension.