The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-01-30
HEAD TORN BY BULLETS
Son Killed His Mother in a
Drunken Rage.
TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF
His Aim Was Poor and He Will Live to
Face a Jury-A Lynching Mar
rowly Averted by the
Officers

Mahanoy City, Pa, Jan. 29.-His head
torn by bullets, his face blackened with
powder, writing in his own blood. as
he lay in the black, muddy road, Dennis
McCarty recited the CHASTITY details of
an awful crime committed near Bow
mans this afternoon. He told how in a
fit of drunken rage he sent two leaden
missiles crashing through his mothers
body, and then how, in despair, he tried
to kill himself. Mrs. McCarty is dead
her son is in the hospital, and the
doctors say that he will live.
Bowmans is a mining village located
one mile east of this city, and there, in
a little house, lived Mrs. McCarty, her
sons, Dennis and William, and her
daughter, Jane. Dennis came to town
this morning, and at o'clock this af-
ternoon he returned home, very much
intoxicated and much inclined to trou-
BILE. He started quarrel with his sis
ter and then struck her a terrific blow
over the right eye.
Jane and her brother William imme-
diately left the house and, proceeding
to Township Justice Neil Brennan's
home, swore out a warrant for Dennis
arrest
Scarcely had they gone before Den
MIS- still in a rage, opened a TRADE
against his mother. In his frenzy he
sprang to his brothers bureau drawer;
S2-caliber revolver lay, loaded, there,
and Dennis grabbed it. In a flash the
glittering muzzle covered Mrs. McCar-
tvs breast; the trigger shot back, and
bullet tore its way clear through it's
victims breast. Then, as she lay on
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the revolver against his mother. This
time the bullet went crashing into her
neck. Blood spurted from the last
wound as from burst artery: it flew
across the room, soaked the carpet and
covered McCarty's clothes.
For a moment McCarty stood and
contemplated his awful work; then he
turned the pistol against himself, but
his aim was bad. One bullet removed
big section of McCarty's nose; sec
ond bullet plowed it's way through his
skull for two and a-half inches and
made it's exit over the mans right eye
Crawling along the floor of the blood
despatched room, McCarty dragged
himself to the doorway and out into
the road. There his strength failed him,
and he lay helpless until James Reese
and his brother John Reese came along
on their way to town. To them McCar-
ty told the story of his crime. A dozen
yards away the body of the mother,
lying across the threshold of her kitch-
en-, was mute evidence of the terrible
truth. E..'%
The Reeses hurriedly left the scene of
the tragedy and came to Mahanoy City.
where they notified the authorities of
the murder. The chief of police and
posse started for Bowmans but just
outside of the town line, they met Me-
Carly coming their way. Staggering
along the road came the reeking man.
cursing and swearing as he wavered
from side to side. The officers approach
ed and grabbed his arms, but mccarthy
resisted arrest and had to be hand
cuffed. Then, as the procession moved
in the direction of the city lookup and
the murderer's shrieks rose high. big
crowd gathered and there were cries of
Lynch him! Lynch him.
McCarty was landed safe, however,
and later on he was taken to the hos
pital, where his wounds We're dressed