The San Francisco call., 1898-03-14
SHOT HIS
 WIFE, THEN
 HIMSELF Broker. Schuller Fired Five Bullets at His
 Spouse. Three of Them Took Effect and Will
 Prove Fatal. After the Rash Deed He Re- turned to His Office and
 Killed Himself.
MONEY MATTERS CAUSE IT
The Two Had Ouarre1ed for Year, but Had Made Up Just Before
 the Tragedy.

Domestic trouble of long standing eliminated yesterday afternoon in doubIe tragedy in which Andrew Schuller. a mining broker, ended his own life by sending a bullet through his brain after firing five shots at his wife. wounding her so seriously that she cannot recover.
 As near as can be learned the bone of contention between the two was money, and it was to collect an amount Schuller had promised to pay her that led the woman to his office in the top story of the building at 420 California street yesterday afternoon. Just what occurred during the interview between husband and wife is not known, but the clearest account of the shooting IS given by J. c. Burner, who has an office on the same floor of the building Mir. Burner had just returned from business trip out of town and was changing his shoes in his office when he heard two pistol shots, followed Dy a woman'S screams. He rushed to the door in his stocking feet and saw Mrs. Schuller fall on the floor of the hall. Schuller followed her and fired three more shots at his wife, who was lying between himself and Burner, who was running to the WOman'S assistance. After emptying his revolver Schuller ran up to the prostrate woman and started to beat her with the empty gun. Runner reached them and pushed Schuller away, saying, "Schuller, don't do that" The man seemed to be half crazed and replied, ''I am tired of hay ing the - bounding me to death. :" Burner succeeded in forcing Schuller away from his wife into his (Sohuller'S) office. AS soon as she found herself free from the attacks of her husband Mrs Schuller ran down stairs, and meeting Officer Furlong told him she had been shot
 In the meantime Burner put on his shoes and then went down stairs to let the woman out, as he had locked the door to the building when hS entered and supposed she could not get out. The woman had the keys, however, and how she came to have them Is not known. The policeman, after calling another officer to take the wounded woman to the hospital, went up stairs with Runner and found the door to SchulIer's office locked Burner called to. the man to let him in, but the only sound which came from the room was a pistol shot and the noise Of falling body. The officer broke open the door and found Schuller lying on the floor in front of his desk. He died very soon after Burner and the policeman en- tered the room and did not speak. The weapon with which he did his deadly work of 3S-caliber Colts army 5-shot revolver. On going to his office SchuIler had reloaded the gun and to Kill himself had placed 1t in his mouth. At the Harbor Receiving Hospital pr. Zabala dressed the woman's wounds, and found them so dangerous that he thinks her recovery Is an impossfbility. Three of the five bullets which were fired at her took effect. One, which was evidently one of the two fired while she was in her husbands office I,o- f,, +I,a JafT h-n ac% down and inward, piercing the lung. Another entered the back under the left shoulder blade, and tore it's way through the body, penetrating the right lung. The other bullet struck her in the small of the back, and cut the spinal chord.
 No sooner had Dr. Zabala dressed the woman's wounds than she appeared to suffer from a sinking spell and 1t was thought that she would die in a few moments, but she rallied after a short while, and while her voice was so weak in the words that she tried to utter that it was with difficulty that what she said could be understood, still she persisted in trying to talk. She spoke raticnally enough, but appeared unable to remember names or to state concise ly what she desired.
 As she lay upon the cot she held her rosary in her hands, and with a nerv- ous motion of the fingers told off her prayers. Occasionally she would gasp for breath, as the blood in her throat choked her. Her countenance was pal lid, huge beads of cold precipitation stood out upon her forehead, while the glazing of the upturned eyeballs and the nervous death picking at the bed coverlet told that the span of her life had nearly run it's course.
 At first she did not want to answer the questions that were asked her, but gentle persuasion finally evoked from the dying woman the following state ment:
 For several years have been most unhappy on account of my husband.