Year: 1878

Mrs Jennie Franklin, advertised as ''the


daring shot, and principal IN the terrible


catastrophe and innocent killing of wom-


an on the stage in Pawtucket," stepped on


the stage of Tony Pastors theater at the


matinee yesterday, gun in hand. She is


81 feet in stature, and 1.-the and straight as
an Indian. A blue velvet coat, knotted to


her shoulders with ribbons, hung jauntily


down her back, leaving her arms free.


Blue short skirts, snow white tights and


blue leggiDgs adorned the rest of graceful
| figure. Before she shot Volante, little


more than three weeks ago, her cheeks


were rosy and she weighed 157 pounds.


Now she weighs 110pounds and her cheeks
| are pale.


Mrs. Franklin's twenty nine pound gun
was Leld with the steadiness of Creed


moor rifeman. Her husband fastened ap-


pies on the face of target and she split


them in two with bullets. She extinguish-
ed lighted candle and broke a clay pipe.


The range was the width of the stage. At
last, turning her back to the target, she
pointed the gun over her shoulder, and
looking over the reflection of the gun in a


mirror, fired at the reflection of the apple


missed. She tried three times without
success, and then bringing her gun to an
order arms, with an angry pout, bowed
and retired, the spectators heartily ap-
plauding.


II could have hit the apple, "she explain
ed in the green-room, "if the audience had
kept still. Just as was raising my gun
could hear people say


"That's shot she killed Volants in"


81 had to miss then. can hear what
people say if its only a whisper in the back
one of the boxes made remarks about me.
I want people to know one thing, that
never shoot below the mark. If miss,
the bullet always goes above it. think
Volante must have breathed SO drawing a
long breath1, after getting off the trapeze
that night, and that threw her bead up
laughed when she fell and sat on the floor
with her hands ON her knees; | thought
she was making believe, as she had done
before, to scare the audience. Then /
said, "My God ~ / went over to her and
/ knew at once the bullet had come out
again. / saw few drops Of blood on the
hair just over the forehead. The wound
on her forehead where the bullet went in
didn't bleed. / wanted to wash her head
and let her go to sleep, but the doctor in
serted probe, which cut the principal
vein that carries the blood all through the
head They wouldn't believe me when l
told them the bullet had come out, but
they had to Afterwards. 1t was I who cnt
the hair away from the wound where it
came out. I attended her, and when her
right side was paralyzed she tried to talk to
me, but she couldn't shape her lips to
speak the words. She would take my arm
in her left hand and draw me to her. and
when I stood close beside her, leaning over
her bed, she would put up her left hand
and raise her eye, SO that she could see
me. ~.


81 am paying So week for the board
Of woman who used to stand for me. She
wants to do SO again. have to support my
child, and it is all can do. can't save
anything. You look at me here and you
1on't know me, but you would know ne
we'll if told you the name of my family in
Broe klyn. This is a secret | have kept |
shr rough all my trouble