The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-08
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 Hopkinson found his dinner spread upon the little table. It is supposed to have been prepared by Mrs. Unwin. He. did not eat it, but went to the dresser and took out from it's recesseS an cid fashioned. keen bladed, horn handled razors of a much heavier type than the razors that are now ordinar- lily sold.
 Then he called for Mrs. Unwin. She Is heavy woman, though a comedy one. She is stout, and some would call her fat. However this may be, she came brislkly up the stairway to the room, not experimenting in the least to what awful consequences she was arriving.
 As she entered the room, and this is her own story, or as much of it as she could between gasping breaths tell to Ambulance Surgeon Krause, Hop kinson sprang at her with the razor, shouting You have ruined me-
 The woman, in a mortal fear, recog- niZed that her death was probably at hand. She wrestled for a moment with the desperate Hopkinson, and then breaking away made 8 rush for through, and had emerged partially into safety when he seized her by the skirts of her gown and dragged her back into the room.
 Bending her backwards until the en- tire front of her throat was exposed to the edge, Hopkinson drew his razor across it. and then his victim, gaining more than ordinary strength from her deadly peril broke away, dashed through the window, gained the roof of the veranda, 1eaped to the ground some 15 feet below, and fell in hud- dled heap between the porch and the fence that hemmed in the little door ward from the street
 How long she lay there nobody knows. But it was not many min utes. Then, clinging to the fence, clinging to the veranda edge, clinging to the door jambs, she made her way into her own rooms. and into her own kitchen.
 Her way is marked with blood. To the police the place looked like a sham b1es.
 In the mean time, Hopkinson, seeing the great gash in the woman's throat, observing also the manner in which she b1ed, doubtless believed that her fate was accomplished. He imme- diately turned his attention to his own removal from the world which now had so little to offer him.
 With the dripping razor in his hand his gray hairs bedraggled with the blood of his alleged paramour. and his clothes marked with her gory hand printers. he proceeded to the little mir TOT before described bent his% head slightly backward until the muscles in the front of his neck were tense as fiddle strings.
 Then with a single sweeping slash he severed muscle, tendons. great veins and arteries. In a minute he collapsed into an unconscious mass. Where he dropped there pr. Krause found h m a few minutes later. quite lifeless, in a room that looked like a slaughter house.
 News of the tragedy was brought to the Second Precinct police station by @ brea thless and awe stricken little boy, who turned out to be Fred Un- win, the little son of the woman in the case. Officer McPadden was des- patched immediately to the scene, and other officers were sent as soon as they could be notified of what had happened. A call was sent to the Emergency hospital and the ambulance arrived at top speed. Already when it drew up in front of the Pembroke street house a great crowd had gath cred. The street was full of people.
 Doctor Krause gave but an instant's attention to Hopkinson. He was be- yond recovery or human help. Mrs. Unwin sat stretched backward in a chair in the kitchen. The wound in her throat was fully six inches long, and gaping. It did not appear that she could have a chance to live. More over she had lost an enormous quan- tity of blood.
 But 8 closer examination indicated that her life had been saved by her plumpness. The razor had penetrated through the layer of fat, and had severed the muscles and other tissues, but the trachea had practically escaped. l and none of the great blood vessels were touched.
 It was seen that she might with good l care live. and she was rushed to the Bridgeport hospital. where the diag- nosis by the Emergency physician was confirmed.
 The force with which the razor in hands of the breeding Hopkinson, had been drawn across Mrs. Unwin's throat