Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18

The two rolled ON top of counter:
my brother under, Osborne on top
Then n death struggle commenced
Osborne was gradually beating my
brother into insensibility with his re-
volver, striking him over the head
with it, when by spasmodiC
move, my brother got his right
arm free, and as he was rails.
ing it into position to guard his
face or strike back, the revolver he
had all this while unconsciously held
I'm his hand exploded, and Osborne roll
ed over dead, shot through the heart.
Meanwhile, in my effort to advance,
either Levering or one or more Of Os-
borne's co-conspirators tried to drop
me- Several shots were fired, and one
especially which was evidently fred
at my brother as he crossed the side
walk to the hat store. killed a personal
friend Of my family, who had that
very morning chatted with them, sit
ting on the porch at my country resi-
dence. He was an old ana esteemed
citizen, wealthy and retireu from busi-
ness. His death was universally mourn
ed and was a great shock to the COM
munity.
NY rivals took advantage Of public
sentiment and in their respective pa
pers turned this puDDc regret for the
shocking death Of Mr. Hughes, my
friend. into currents Of Indignation
against his slayer, and they unhesi-
tatingly named me i'm person as the
assassin" This was as cowardly and
lying as It was diabolical, inasmuch as
U % N Mi fa1 uN a u
Hughes was killed, and was held firm
ly in the grasp Of the officer whom /
dragged on his knees to the very door
Of the hat store, while the death
struggle Of Osborne and my brother
was taking place within.
And now | must go back to the morn
ing of the afternoon when the shoot
ing took place. The revolver, which
had purchased weeks previously, and
before | anticipated any trouble with
Osborne and Levering. 1 never tried
until that morning. IL was represent
ed TO me as a hammerless, quick-tiring
Smith & Wesson. I tried it therefore
that morning, not in shooting at a
mark but firing I'm the air as quickly
as I could pull the trigger. In this
manner / fred its five loads, and re-
loading it I again fired TWO loads
when my wife and family, being alarm.
ed, rushed from the house screaming,
thinking I was being shot or was
shooting at somebody. To stop the eX-
citement, I ceased firing and dropped
the revolver in my pocket. At this
very juncture my buggy was driven up
by the man (Fleming) who worked on
my place, and jumping in to save en-
barrassing explanations as to the
shooting to my wife, I drove OFF to the
city II was not until my pistol snap
ped on the fourth shot and when
had It against Osborne's breast that it
flashed on me that there we're but
three loads in the weapon. 1 instantly
dropped it in my pocket and drew a
pistol which / had obtained that morn
ing in the hat store. This weapon was
rendered useless by the negligence Of
the colored clerk or porter who was in
the gun store when / obtained It, He
had forgotten to insert the pin, and
consequently the cylinder wouldn't re-
volve. II was at this critical time that
the crowd, realizing I could not shoot,
pressed against, over and all round me,
separating Osborne and myself.
When the bullets or shots were
counted and their number ascertained
it was found that there were THIRTEEN
SHOTS FIRED.
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