The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-11-25
JEALOUSY CRAzED HUSBAND
MURDERS HIS Wife IN STORE
AND Then SHOOTS HIMSELF
Young Woman Had Left
Him to Have a Good
Time
HAD TIRED OF POVERTY
4 Hope He Dies, He'll Kill
Himself If He DON'T
Says Mother.

It's a terrible thing for a moth
er to say of her only son, but I hope
he dies. She drove him crazy. He'll
kill himself if he gets we'll
That was the prayer of Mrs. Lee
Raster, 49. broken by grief in her
room at 1873 East Vermont street.
today after her son, Herbert r. Kas-
ter, %, of AIS North Delaware street.
shot and killed his wife Helen, %.
clerk in the Merchants Outlet Com
pany, 338-40 East Washington
street.
After wounding his wife fatally
Raster turned a .38 caliber revolver
on himself, firing three bullets into
his forehead. City hospital phy-
slcianS say his condition is critical.
Crazed with jealousy sleepless-
ness and hunger, Raster went to the
store where his wife and mother
worked, and in the presence of four
other employees shot her through the
throat after handing her a pair of
silver slippers.
Grew Weary of Poverty
The slippers, memento of their
days as musicians on vaudeville
stages, she had asked him to bring
to her following their separation
Thursday night, when she grew
weary of poverty and set out to
''have a good time"
She died in city hospital half an
hour after she was admitted, never
regaining consciousness after she
slumped behind a counter as her
husband shot her.
To the slippers Kaster's mother
this morning added another gilt
tering remembrance of the days
when her son and daughter-in-law
trouped before the footlights play
ing marimbas, drums and piano.
It was silver evening gown, with
rosettes at the shoulder straps.
Bury her in this" she asked the
undertaken Herbert would want
her to be laid away in this gown
ana the slippers.
JObless Since July
Raster has not worked since July.
Mrs. Raster got her daughter-in-
law job in the store, but she could
not indure poverty. Thursday the
strain became too much.
I'm tired of living on nothing.
want to run around week; go to
dances, and have a good time. Then
if I don't like it, III come back to
you" she told her husband
She went to a rooming house at
1913 North Meridian street.
Il warned her-I warned her.
the mother said Il told her if
Herbert caught her with another
man he'd kill her"
"I don't care. I'm going to have
a good time, she said.
Hello, Honey Shoots
L told Herbert to cut her out.
There are lots of pretty girls in
the world" Mrs. Raster said after
the shooting. He told me there
may be plenty Of good looking girls,
but only one Helen. 1 wanted him
to go away with me Saturday"
Walking into the store this morn
ing Raster approached his wife,
with the slippers, smiling.
Hello honey" he said
She did not answer. Standing
eight feet from her he drew a cheap
.33-caliber revolver and fired. She
slumped to the floor. Pressing the
gun against his temple, Raster
fired three times. and then another
shot hit the ceiling as ne half sat
and half leaned on a showcase and
chair.
Came Here Years Ago
"She left me-" he murmured as
the mother and clerks rushed to the
front of the store.
When the shooting occurred. D. r.
Gillespie, manager, and Miss Wilma
Welsh, clerk, we're working with
their backs to the Kasters. Richard
WmIWOrC was talking on a phone,
and John Richardson, a porter, was
in the Office. The mother was more
than fifteen feet away.
From her family the daughter in
herited a small estate more than a
year ago, the mother-in-law said.
They purchased an expensive auto
mobile, but we're unable to keep up
payments on it.
Face Always Before Me"
Monday Raster went to Louisville,
in search Of work Early today he
returned to his mothers room.
I can't sleep. I can't eat" ne
complained. Her face is always be-
fore me-"
The mother and son came here six
years ago from Nashville, Tenn,
and he was married three years ago.
The daughter-in-law's family. who
Mrs. Raster said was named Isen-
hauer, lived near Whitestown. Ind,
she declared.