The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1915-07-14
SAVED HIS LIFE
MRS. MORGAN ATTACKED HOLT
TO SAVE Her HUSBAND
ACTED like A heroine

When Mailman Appeared With His
Pistols Financier's Wife Tried to
Get in Front of Him in Order to
Protect Him-Act Wins Much
Praise.
Details of the assault on J. P Nor
! gan in his summer home at Glencove,
Long Island, revealing more clearly
than reports previously published
the courage of Mrs. Morgan, were
told in Washington Monday by an
eyewitness, guest in the Morgan
home.
When the intruder, l:ter identified
as Frank Holt, forced a servant to
stand aside and with a revolver in
each hand approached Mr.. Morgan,
| his wife threw herself upon Holt,
grasping him about the neck and
holding him until thrust aside by her
husband. Sir Cecil Spring-Rice, the
British ambassador, who had been
seated at the breakfast table with
Mr.. and Mrs Morgan, assisted in dis
arming Holt.
A ring at the front door first at
tracted the diners attention, accord
ing to the witness story. A mans
voice was heard at the doorway, de-
manding admission to see Mr.. Nor
gan. The servant said Mr.. Morgan
would not receive visitors on busl-
ness at his country home.
Then the man drew pistol and,
brandishing it, exclaimed, "I've got
another one; you had better show me
to Mr.. Morgan" In an effort to pro-
tect his master, the servant directed
the intruder away from the room
where Mr.. Morgan was at breakfast
| and towards another room. Rushing
that way the man, since identified as
Holt, found Mr.. Morgan's children,
at whom he pointed his pistol, as he
shouted at the top of his voice, "Mr.
Morgan, upstairs!''
The party in the breakfast room
heard this strange voice, and sur
missed that one of the servants had
become suddenly insane. So the
three, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan and Slr
Cecil Spring-Rice, rushed to the cen
tral staircase, which they ascended
Sir Cecil turning eastward, while Mr.
and Mrs. Morgan ran westward.
In the room at the western end OF
the hall, and directly above the room
where the children had been, Mr.
Morgan and his wife found an OLD
Irish nurse and demanded to know
what was the matter, thinking she
had made the outcry. Finding thai
the old woman knew nothing, they
turned back to the staircase.
At this moment Holt, who hao
Quilted the children's room, dashed
up the stairway. On seeing Mr.. Nor
gan approaching, he yelled: 'Is thai
Mr.. Morgan? I've got you" At the
same time he levelled both pistols.
In an instant Mrs. Morgan hae
slipped past her husband and thrown
herself bodily on the man. She cluns
to him until her husband showed hel
aside and himself clasped Hol'
around the body, pinioning both o.
| MS arms 10 MS Sues.
There was a desperate struggle be
tween the stalwart fnancier and hi:
wiry and frenzied assailant. Mrs
Morgan, crowded into the back
ground, kept trying desperately II
reach one of Hollis pistol hands.
AS the two men sS:.yed in thell
struggle, Holt's right hand worked
revolver slowly around to Mr.. Moc
gan's thigh. There was an explosion
with the gun barrel almost agains'
the fnancier's groin. A second sho
| followed in a moment, BUT by thi:
time Mr.. Morgan had caught Holt:
right wrist and DETECTED the weapor
so that the shot passed through the
fleshy upper part Of the leg. Ther
Mr.. Morgan forced Holt backward
until the assailant fell with a crast
flat upon his back upon the blood
stained floor, with his arms extend
ed.
By some curious turn, as the two
men fell, the fnancier found himself
lying on his own back directly atoI
Holt, who was thus pinioned to the
! floor. The latter had lost the wea
pom from his right hand during the
struggle, but still clutched the othel
revolver in his left hand.
Then Mrs. Morgan and the lrisf
nurse cast themselves upon the floor
trying to wrench the pistol from the
| intruder's grasp. Sir Cecil Spring
Rice by this time had reached the
scene, and he too, caught at pisto
hand, so that, although they coulc
not release the weapon, they at least
made sure that, it could not again be
directed at Mr.. Morgan.
Meanwhile :. muffled voice came
from beneath Mr. Morgan, weakly
crying: 81 have a stick of dynamite
in my pocket. Take care Of it. The
dynamite afterwards was found ii
the pocket.
Servants then appeared in mum
bers, and foremost among them was
one who had picked up large lump
of coal from a scuttle as he ran uE
the stairs.
One smashing blow on the head
with the coal subdued Holt; his grip
on the pistol relaxed, blood poured
from his head, and he became in
sensible. In few moments the ser
wants had him trussed up with ropes
dear while Mr.. Morgan had strug'
gled to his feet, bleeding profusely
He walked to telephone and called
his office in New York.
"I've been shot through the stom-
ach," he said when answered. Get
the best doctor you can
Then he was induced to lie down,
and was undressed, revealing Sec
ond wound in the leg of which he had
been unconscious.
Physicians were soon on the scene.
and after a preliminary examination
directed that a search be made for
the bullets. Both were found in the
hallway, thus assuring the physicians
that there was no necessity Tor prob
ing. 1t also was ascertaired that the
| wound in the abdomen was almost