The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-27
BRIDGEPORT POLICEi
 JOIN IN MAN HUNT
Son, Aged 16, on Way to. Brid g ep.ort High School, Returns in Time to Face Fathers Shotgun As He Takes to Woods.

'Oh, my God! Don't kill me. ''i
 Mrs. A. F. Beach, in the Beach homestead on Chestnut Hill road, Trumbull, telephon-i ing to a neighbor at II o'clock this morning heard those words screamed in an agonizing man ner by a woman's voice.
 'sI'm sick and tired of you. I'll finish you now, she heard a mans voice shout and this was followed by more screams from the woman.
 A minute or two later she heard much more piercing and agonizing than before Then aE1otaes report followed, which seemed farther away and the screams ended.
 : She put in a call to police head quarters, Bridgeport. Somebody was getting killed she told the police. She told them to go to the home of Jason S. Hafnes on Chestnut Hill road, near the termination of Madison road, in Trumbull.
 A patrol wagon full of police and the emergency hospital ambulance. corps were rushed to the house. In the back yard they came upon the body of Mrs. Haines Her left arm was hanging by a few shreds of flesh. Her heart was on her breast, which was torn and bleeding
 Neighbors said she. had been killed by her husband. He had threatened them with shotgun. they said, and had escaped in Beach's woods The entire detective force of the city, ann ed to the teeth and posse of citizens set off on the trail of the murderer and this afternoon they were still searching for him.
 Three weeks ago, Mrs. Haines was taken to St Vincent's hospital suffer ing from the effects of a beating she had received from Hafnes. Haines r was arrested and he was to appear in the Trumbull court this afternoon on the charge Of assault. s
 Mrs. Haines left the hospital Sat- urday. She was ordered to appearl at court this afternoon and testify against. her husband.
 Because it is a long way to the court room from the Haines home stead and, Mrs. Haines has been i'll lately she asked her husband this
 morning to hire a wagon to convey them to the court. They arguedi the matter and Haines told her if she went to the court to testify against him she would have to walk. The argument grew warmer and warmer. So heated did sHaines become that he advanced on his wife with menacing gestures and a few sec L onds later grasPed her by the throat. ScuflinG in the attempt to escape Mrs. Haines reached to the telephone on the wall of the kitchen and knock. ed the receiver from the hook.
 The couple who were talking on telephone. which was party wire, were horrihed to hear her screams, her despairing shout: "Oh, my God; don't kilt nle!". and then the first shot.
 Mrs. Beach called the TrumbuI op- orator. The latter telephoned to the deputy sheriff and to police headquar- ters in Bridgeport
 So cnranged did Haines become that he tore an old shot gun from it's fast enings on wall, 1eveIed it at her and shot. The contents of one barrel tore i off her left arm so that it hung by a l few shreds. Mrs. Haines ran scream | ing out the kitchen door to the back yard, but Haines followed her there and discharged the other barrel at her Mrs. Haines fell dead. Her breast ! was torn open and her heart beat : it's last exposed to view.
 E Neighbors ran from adjoining houses, attracted by the shots. Jason Haines, the 16-year old son of the family, had just started to the Bridge l port High school where he is a fresh man. He ran back on hearing the shots and approached his father but the latter threatened him with the gun. He drove off the neighbors, ho1- 1ored out that he would kill them if they followed. and then sran for Beachs woods. where. he escaped from view.
 In the meantime Captain George H. Arnold, with Detectives George Simon, Luke Petruschell, Peter Hall. Peter Hackett, George Fox and Po- | liceman Heoert Higgins. Harold Beardsworth and c. N. Gorgas arr rived at the house in the police auto mobile. The ambulance bearing Dr. J. P. Deerv and the assistant at the charities department, Alex EFacPher-