The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-24
THIS WAS REPORT ISSUED TO-
DAY REGARDING CONDITION
OF THE WOUNDED AUTHOR.
.BEvER|DGE VISITS PHILLIPS
Indiana Senator, Who Was a Room
Mate of the Wounded Man at De-
pauW University, Visited Him
Today.

New York, n. Y, Jan. 24.-"His
chances are fair was the report
this morning on the condition of
David Graham Phillips.
There are few developments as
to the motive of Fitzhugh Goldsbor-
ough, the slayer, who is known to
have had a grudge against some
writer on account of a magazine
article.
United States Senator Beveridge,
who was a room mate of Phillips
at the Depauw University, visited
the bedside of Phillips today.
The body of Goldsborough, whose
career at Harvard was brief, lies
in the morgue. Apparently insane,
he had a fancied grudge against
the author and sought his life. He
was only 81 years of age. Phillips
is 43.
There you CO." exclaimed the as
sailant as he opened fire, and here
| 60" he echoed as he sent
bullet into his own brain. He used
ten-shot 32-caliber automatic pis-
tol, and all six shots aimed at
Phillips took effect.
One of them perforated the alb
domen; another pierced the right
lung and came out at the back; a
third shattered the left wrist and
fourth drilled the right thigh.
Two of them dropped from the
wounded mans clothing as he was
being undressed at the hospital
The course of the bullets were so
erratic and there was such a doubt
as to just what wounds were points
of entrance and which points of exit
that the surgeons were uncertain
whethe he had been shot four, five
or six times, but their best belief
was six. The most dangerous wound
is thought to be the one through
mia are the two secondary effects
most feared. The robust constitu-
ton of the patient bore him through
the loss of blood and shock and his
first request to his physicians was
that no alarming reports be given
out.
my mother" he said, "is an old
lady, and the shock might kill
her. I'm young and strong; l may
get well. Make the best of it and
I'll try to bear you out"
The six shots broke the quiet of
one of the most aristocratic neigh
borhods of old-fashioned New York.
The Princeton Club, formerly the
home of the late Stanford White,
fronts on Grammercy Park, and at
2 o'clock of bright afternoon Phil
lips, who lives near by at the Ma
donal Arts Club, was sauntering
through the sunshine FOR an hour
with his friends. A policeman stood
not 100 yards away. Two foot pas
sengers had just passed the club
as Phillips was seen approaching
it.
Nobody saw anything to attract
attention in the well-dressed Colds
borough, who was walking in the op-
posite direction from Phillips. There
was no argument as they met, no
quarrel, no opportunity for self-de-
fense. The shiny barrel of the pis-
tol glittered in the sunshine, a thin
haze of powder spat from the muz-
zle and the report of the shots |
punctuated the air with great rapid |
fty.
Phillips staggered but did not |
fall. He 1urched against the iron |
railing that surrounds the club house
yards, with one hand to his body !
and the other grasping for support. !
Satisfied that he had been success !
full, the assailant fired the sew
enth shot into his own brain and |
toppled over before anybody could |
reach him. For hours his body lay |
in the bright sunshine with only a
sheet to cover it.
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