Passaic City record., 1901-11-16
BROTHER KILLS HIS SISTER
He Trips With Gun in Hand and
She is Shot in the Throat
Lad Rides Five Miles Bareback For HI.
Father, But Their Return
Finds Her Dead.

Washington. N. J.-With his sister
lying dying in their home-shot by
himself-little Fred Stanley had to
leave her and ride to find aid In
that ride he covered ten miles Of
rough country in thirty-five minutes
But. swift as he went, death was
swifter. When he and his father
reached home after the second mad
gallop. the girl was dead. Life must
have left her within few minutes
after the frightened lad started on
his errand.
James Stanley is a farmer neal
Johnsonburg. Frances his daughter
was eighteen years old, and the boy
boy Fred is fifteen. Fred always has
been fond of cunning, and has been
more careless than the average boy in
the use of firearms. A year ago he
handled shotgun so clumsily one day
that it was discharged, and his father
was shot in the leg.
The warning effect of that incident
was only temporary, and recently fred
has shown his old carelessness with
his gun. A few days ago he started
out after rabbits. his sister warning
him iokingly not to shoot any cows or
blow off his fingers. Sport was good
and Fred's bag was filed when he
got home at 6 o'clock.
Frances was lying on a sofa. asleep,
with her baby sister on her arm.
"Hey. Fannie! See what l got!
can't shoot straight. can't II" shouted
Fred. as he ran into the room, in
fiated with his success.
She was rising to her feet. with Il
warning, "Sh! don't wake baby"
when the ea ger boys toe caught in q
rip in the carpet. He pitched headlong
toward her. The gun flew from his
hands. In grasping at it he clutched
the trigger. There was report, tre-
bly, loud in the small room, cry of
agony, and Frances. still with the
baby in her arms, fell back upon the
sofa.
Fannie! Fannie" he cried, drop
ping on his Enecs by her side, ''Fan-
ME! didn't meal to - honest,
didn'tr'
Her eyes already were glazing as
she looked at him. The only answer
to his words was the baby's wall.
Crying. Don't die, Fannie-pleasc
don't-I'll he back in a minute with
father" the boy ran cut and to the
barn. He felt that there was no time
to saddle horse. H simply united
old Toms halter. Jumped CT his bare
back and away they went.
The boy knew that his father was
in Blairstown. five miles away, md
down the road to that place he sent
old Tom at q speed tie nag never had
known before. Fred net his father IN
front of the postoffice. One glance at
the boys face was eEorsh fo- TIC
elder.
"Fannic-" he began.
"I shot her. Cad, I shot her" And
then, with boyish hope, "Ch. fCt she
amt dying. 1 know she won't die"'
In second the father was on the
patient back of old Tom, thrusting the
boy in front of him. and the horse
bearing this double burden salloped
back as best he could, sometimes coil-
ing to a walk in his weakness, only
t. be goaded on by the father, whose
cne til ought was of his daughters
suffering.
Stanley threw himself ana the boy
of at the gate. dasling up to the
house, leaving old Tom to sink, cx-
hausted. in the road.
"Tm here, Fannie" shonted the
father. "Tll have you all right IL
mirute. I'll"
Then he stopped. The figure on the
sofa spoke no word, made no stir. A
great hole was in her throat. The
baby crawled toward him, wailing.
He s1atched the little one to his breast
and dropped beside the girl He put
his hand across her mouth: no breath
stirred. He clutched at her heart; 1T
gave no beat. Then he knew his loss.
The girl was buried without all in
Guest. the Cororer not thinking one
necessary. One Dourner was young
farmer of Independence Township,
who was to marry Fannie at Christ