The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1908-11-14
FRANCIS J. HENEY
SHOT IN COURT
BY EX-C0Nv|CT
sALooNkEEPER WHO WAS RE-
JEcTED AS JUROR IN FRIsMo
BRIBERY CASE TAKES RE.
VENICE ON PROSECUTOR.

SAN FRANCISCO, Nov. 14.-Fran-
els j. Heney, assistant district attor-
ney, the noted graft prosecutor" late
yesterday was shot and seriously
wounded by Morris Haas, saloon
keeper and ex-conyict, I'm q spirit or
revenge because Haas had been re-
,tected as a Juror In the Parkside brib-
cry case because of his criminal rec
ord.
The shooting took place In Judge
LAWYERS crowded court room during
a brief recess I'm the third trial or
ABE" Ruef on a. charge Of bribery.
Mr.. Hency Is now resting easily in
Lane hospital and Haas, who wildly
declares that HMeney ruined his
life" is in the city prison.
The excitement throughout the city
Is intense.
How II Happened.
Mr.. Heney, during the recess, was
leaning over his table conversing In
low tones with Mr.. McCabe, chief clerk
in the district attorneys office. Di-
rectly In front Of him was James ].
Gallagher. the witness. A reporter
had just walked to Mr.. Heneys table
and was standing at his left elbow
waiting to speak to him when a small
man, neatly attired, approached from
behind with quick steps but with de-
liberation. Suddenly his right hand
shot out and before the newspaper
man, McCabe, or John Foley, Heney's
special bodyguard. sitting about eight
feet away. could make a move there
was fash and loud report rang
through the court, room.
For a moment everybody seemed
stunned. The assassin, whose revol.
yer was within q foot and half OF
Heney's head when he pulled the trig-
ger, stepped back, his arms by his
sides. one hand still clutching the
smoking pistol as II he hesitated what
TO do next. For second an impress
sive silence followed the report while
the smoke OF the shot fioated away.
Then followed a dramatic scene.
Assassin Overpowered.
Some one shouted: MY God, he
has shot Henry. A chorus or ex.
CARNATIONS escaped the spectators
Half the people evidently fearing
further shooting mace frantic rush
for the doors. Before Haas could raise
the pistol again Foley and e. j.
Wiskotchill, special policeman.
threw him TO tho floor and wrested
the ewapon from his grasp
Haas struggled hard, but was drag
ged to the jury box. thrown on has
back and held there just as the jurors.
attracted by the shooting, came burst
ing through their private entrance.
Mr.. Henry. as the shot rang out,
rose out OF his chair, put his hands TO
bis head, the blood streaming through
his fingers, and reddening the table
I'm front of him, leaned over a moment
and was about to fall when those near
caught him and laid him on the floor.
Charles Oliver and John Foley, two
special detectives connected with the
district attorneys office, holding his
head out of the blood which flowed
from a hole which appeared to be just
below the right temple.
He was eonscious and said:
''Send for my wife."H
d.. Fl. A. Fineks, woh was in the
courtroom at the time, rushed to Mr.
Henry's side. made Q hasty examina
ton and pronounced him fatally
wounded.
Henry Is Composed.
Mr.. Henry was perfectly composed
and the peculiar smile for which he
is known was still lowering around his
lips. He also believed that he was