The San Francisco call., 1898-12-14

thing further. It was the loud angry voice of the man Selinger making the threat, If you don't shut up I'll kill you" Then the defiant retort from the woman, "I don't care if you do." This was all he waited to hear. It is an eerie locality at best and such words are not likely to encourage any loiter- ing propensities in boys bosom. He did just what was to be expected-took to his heels and ran.
 In the morning neighbors noticed that there were no signs of life about the place and became curious. Three or four women collected in front of the house, but none cared to venture in. H. M. Nutter, a miller living at POP FL mira street, was attracted by the group and stepped over and asked what was the matter. T think there's something wrong in the house, said one of the women. "Nobodv's been around all morning" Nutter went up and knocked at the door. Selinger answered from inside and in reply to a query stated that everything was all right.
 Later in the day, Carl Dickman came to take the usual order for meat, but could get no response to repeated knocks and summoned the neighbors. A ladder was obtained and he climbed in the kitchen window. The sight in side froze his blood with horror.
 On lounge in one corner of the room lay Mrs. Selinger, cold and stiff in death. The hands were thrown out ward, the head and body covered with | clotted blood from a gaping wound in the back of the head. An empty shot | gun lay on the floor. There was a pool of blood at the foot of the lounge and another near the door leading from the kitchen to the hall. The wall just over her head was perforated with shot and the upper jamb of the door was also blown to pieces from another charge The room was in the great est confusion. Everything breakable was broken and it was evident at a glance that there had been a hot bat tie in the kitchen of the lonely little home.
 Just as the trembling boy emerged from the house Officer Ennis of the Fourteenth-street station arrived. He tells the story as follows:
 At about 1:30 o'clock I was patrol ling my district and noticed a crowd in front of the Selinger house. I went up and inquired and in a few words the people informed me of the tragedy. climbed in through the window and found the body lying on the lounge. It was stiff and cold; blood had ceased to flow from the wound and death had evidently taken place some hours be- fore. The woman was partially dress ed. I should judge she had been pre- pairing to retire for the night when the fatal shot was fired. I noticed a mans hat lying in a pool of blood under the door leading into the hall and the up- per part of the doorway was riddled with shot. It looked as though some person had stood under the door, shot himself and fallen on the floor.
 T then passed into the hall and from there to the bedroom. The bed was disturbed on one side only, and it was evident that but one person slept in it. The pillow was covered with clotted blood.
 ''I passed into the parlor, which had not been disturbed. It is a small room, scantily furnished. I then went around the house and found Selinger sitting on the back stoop, and such a sight hope never to see again. He was clad only in his underclothing. and sat doubled up with his head resting on his hands There was a great wound in his head, from which blood was slowly oozing. and he was covered from head to foot with clotted blood. I asked him about his wife, and he denied that she was dead, but admitted that he knew she was hurt. ''I don't know who hit her or who hit me, but I'm hurt bad" he said, and declined to talk any more I wrapped him up in a blanket and took him to the hospital in my cart.
 Tt looks to me as though the two had had quarrel and Selinger shot the woman and then himself, but how he could murder his wife and then crawl into bed in the next room and stay there all night is mystery to me. I am satisfied, however that the deed was done early Monday evening, prob ably about o'clock. There must have been two shots fired, as one empty car fridge was lying on the table, and there was another empty one in the barrel of the gun. I do not believe there was any third party in the case.'
 Selinger, when seen at the City and County Hospital, denied all knowledge of his wife's death, and pretended to scoff at the idea that there was any thing wrong with her. He said:
 'I went home about half-past last evening. I had drunk during the day seven or eight beers and two glasses of whisky. My wife had cooked pork chops for dinner and I quarreled with her for not cooking something else. We had our dinner and drank some wine. and our quarrel was continued. Finally she took the key of the front door and said she was going to leave me and go