The San Francisco call., 1898-07-28

anu seated themselves at next to the last of the tables in the center row. The waiter took their order, and just then a woman seated herself at their table. Stall lard asked his wife to change seats with strange, but it is evident that he did 1t for the purpose of having better chance to use his right arm.
 Stallard once more asked his wife to live with him again, promising to take her back to Denver and provide a good home for her. She replied that it would be the home first, and if she found he was sincere in his promise to reform she might give him one more chance: Then you refuse to go With me, do you, Emma?" he demanded, straighten- { ing up in his chair.
 Yes; you must give some proof of your reformatioon,'' she replied. ho,,,, ra- Like flash Stallard drew heavy re- volver from his breast pocket and fired The bullet struck his wife in the right shoulder, close to the neck. It ranged upward and out through her coat, crash ing through a window in the front or the restaurant. Mrs. Stallard jumped to her fired again, the bullet striking the right shoulder blade and ranging across the back under the skin lodged over the le1t shoulder blade.
 Before Stallard could fire a third time William Fitts, a brawny teamster ;slttlng just across the aisle, .srappled with otai- lard, forcing his, right arm above ,I ms powerful man, struggled desperately pui a dozen others came to the brave F1tts assistance, and while R. B: Chandler dls- armed Stallard several others helped to throw him to the floor.
 Somebody shouted to hang the fellow, and there were calls for rope, etc Had not Policeman Ross arrived just then 1t is likely that Stallard would never have reached the City Prison, for he was in the hands of a class of men who would think little of hanging coWardly Vile murderer.
 Stallard was handcuffed and immedi ately pretended to be exceedingly drunk, disclaiming all knowledge of what he had done and declaring he was crazed by liquor. It was quite palpable that the fel- low was shamming, for he had not shown the shooting, but he kept up the stupid sham for hours after he was locked up in the City Prison.
 Meanwhile, Mrs. Stallard had been re- moved to the Harbor Receiving Hospital, where the surgeons removed the second bullet and found that neither wound was soon with her, and to-day she will be re- moved to her boarding place in the Po- trero.
 Mrs. Stallard is about 40 years of age, and is spoken of In the highest terms by all who know her. The forewoman of the factory where she is employed visited her as soon as she could, and was loud in her praise of the unfortunate woman, as were also her former employers in the Empo- rum and the people with whom she boards.
 At first Stallard would not discuss the shooting, pretending that he was too drunk to know what had happened. He rolled about in most grotesque manner, and 1t was all too apparent that he was acting the part with the object of evad- ing. responsibility for his act. Finally, to Call reporter, Stallard said his wife had eloped from Denver with J. J. Budd over a year ago and that he had followed her to this city. They had become reconciled, but in April, last, he returned to Denver to see his son. who was sick, and he got back last Monday to find his wife living with another man. Stallard could not be induced to talk about the shooting, and when pressed resumed his former atti- tude of helpless intoxication.
 Those who know Mrs. Staiiard best scout the story of her elopement and the by her husband are only more evidence of his utter depravity.
 In the presence of two detectives last night Mrs. Stallard made the following statement of the stabbing:
 l have been married to my husband about twenty-four years. I have had trouble with him ever since we were mar to me. l could not tell you the number of times my life has been in danger of him.
 About, Christmas time my husband room in the Washington Hotel for some time, the result of the beating he gave me. l swore out warrant for his arrest, but 1t was not served. l met my hus-
  street We walked along First street to Market, where we took car. While on the car he commenced to abuse me and the conductor threatened to put him off He left me on the car about Bluxome and Third streets and I continued until I reached my home on Tennessee street A short time prior to the shooting my husband came to where I worked and sent one of the girls to call me. I came down and spoke to him.
 After a short conversation he made me promise to go to lunch with him. l then left him, going upstairs to attend to my work.
 "As I emerged from the factory at noon he was standing outside evidently waiting for me. We went to the res taurant in which the shooting took place. He wanted me to go to Denver with him. but I refused. Just then woman, whose name I do not know came in and sat at the same table,
 My husband at this juncture asked me to change places with him. I did so, and was surprised that he did not order any thing but tea. I asked him why he had not ordered something more substantial, but he did not reply. few minutes later he again asked me if I would go to Denver, and for the second time I replied in the negative. He then drew his pistol and shot me twice.
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