The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1922-10-07
MIDNIGHTIN INTRUDER
ISFATALIY SHOT BY
MRS. E. B. MITCHELL.

firm grip of two hands at my shoul-
ders. The moment prior to this i
was possessed with the fear that some
animal had escaped from somewhere
and had entered my room; some big
brute that was to devour me.
Instantly / fired, while the strug-
gle took place. Where I mustered
such strength from ! do not know.
But it was necessary. For the strug-
gle that took place was desperate.
Ny night clothes were torn. Releasing
hold of my shoulders the grip tight
ened about both sides of my neck.
And gradually it tightened until l
could hardly realize my existence.
It was a death-dealing grip, and how
[ did not succumb to it can only be
attributed to the kindness OF Provl-
dence. It was about then the second
5not must have been fired.
For a time he seemed to insist.
But soon he released his hold. l
could see the outline Of the window
in my room. and soon | saw his body
retire towards that direction and
forcing his way under the screen that
had been torn, he disappeared. With
him disappeared my revolver. How
he fought hard for my gun. Releas-
ing my throat, he caught hold Of my
right hand and wrenched it In all
fashion"
Here Mrs. Mitchell extended her
hand. 1t was bruised and swollen.
The veins were terribly distended and
black, seemingly as to burst any mo-
ment. Her neck, too, showed streaks
of black and blue, horrible evidence
fully coroborating her story. Con-
tinuing, Mrs. Mitchell said:
with the disappearance of the
man. affrighted and daxed, quickly
collected my wits. Grasping the COW
er from the bed, in which / wrapped
myself, and putting on q slipper on
one foot and a shoe on the other,
ran out into the street. It was
foolish thing to do. but could not
remain alone in the house. did not
know if the man was wounded, killed
or not. He was on the outside OF the
house, with my gun, and could have
killed me from his possible hiding
place in the dark.
Swiftly made my way to the
home of Mr.. and Mrs. G.. Y. Blaize,
neighbors and friends, around Han
cock street. and soon was with them
telling what had happened. 1t SEEM
ed all SO ineredulous at first, that as
best could had to repeat the story
to a certain extent. My condition
was alarming Mrs. Blaize soon moth
cred me, administered restoratives,
while Mr.. Blaize went out to lnvestl-
gate"
G. Y. Blake To the Rescue.
Mr.. Blaize, armed with = gun and
supplied with q light, hurried to the
scene of the struggle. He found in
the bedroom pool Of blood, and the
broken window screen told the bal
ance of the story.
Located directly back of the Mitch
ell home is the dwelling of Mrs. G. +.
Nader, who conducts q boarding
house. The premises were flooded
with light, and number of people
were stirring about. Mr.. Blaize made
his way to the place and found Moody
lying in his own blood, shot In the
stomachb
Mrs. Blaize had telephoned for the
authorities. Surrounding the wound
ed man, among others, were Sherin
E. Van Whitfield, Chief of Police AL
bert Jones. DIR. C. L. Horton was In
attendance, and Rev. J. A. Gmelch
was administering the qast tsacra-
ments.
Moody was employed at Mrs. Ma
der's as yard man and chauffeur, and
Moody's wife as cook. Moody's story
was conflicting, and every time he
was told to tell the priest the true
story, that he was going to die, he
told a different version. One Of these
was that he was passing along the
street when some unknown person
shot him, and that he ran into Mrs.
Mitchelps home for safety. not know
ing into whose house he was enter
ing. He was later taken to his home,
where he expired, never telling the