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ART SUPPLEMENT
Issued with Last Sunday's
Globe,
NUMBERED 20,054
Was Delivered Yesterday to
SCHUSLER. THE TAILOR
VOL XV.
; S3S9SBSSSS
Mayor Harrison Murdered at
His Home by Patrick Pren
dergast, a Crazy Office-
Seeker.
Three Shots Penetrate His
Body, and He Expires in
Less Than Twenty
Minutes.
"I Am a Bead Man; I Have Got
It Through the Heart,"
Were the Last
' Words
Uttered by Chicago's Chief Ex
ecutive as the Red Blood
Streamed From His
Wounds.
The Assassin Hurries to the Des
plaines Street Police Station
and Delivers Him
self Up.
"The Mayor Promised to Make
Me Corporation Counsel,"
the Maniac's Only
Reason.
Central Station and All News
paper Offices Besieged by
Excited and Infuriat
ed Citizens.
ssssssssss
CHICAGO. Oct. 29, 3:1O a.m. ~[Bulletin]--Carter H. Harrison,
mayor of Chicago, was assassinated about 8:30 o'clock last even
ing. The terrible deed was committed by Eugene Patrick Pren
dcrgast, a carrier of newspapers. The assassin rang the bell at
Mr. Harrison's house, Ashland boulevard, was admitted by a ser
vaiil. accosted the mayor and began firing shots from a revolver.
He lircd four times, three of the shots taking effect, one of them
striking the heart. Major Harrison lived only twenty minutes.
He was aware that he was fatally wounded, and stated that a bul
let hatl punctured liis heart. Prendergast took a street car, rotie
t« Oesplaines street station, over a mile, and gave himself up,
banding his pistol to an officer with the remark, *'I did it." In
explanation of his act he said Jlayor Harrison had promised to
make him corporation counsel, and his failure to keep the prom
ise had led to the murder. Prendergast is evidently a lunatic
who never studied law. The assassination created tremendous
excitement, and the down-town streets were thronged with peo
ple until long after midnight.
Chicago, Oct. 28. — Another crazy
crank lias done his deadly work, and
Carter H. Harrison, five times mayor of
Chicago, and one ot the best known
— men in the West, lies dead in his home
ou South Ashlaud boulevard. Three
-.'•- -.y x - - ■■: — ' -•*—
bullets entered his body, two of them
making wounds sufficient to cause
death.
The murder was committed by Eugene
Patrick Prendergast, a paper carrier,
wlio declared that Mayor Harrison had
BT. PAUL, MINN.. SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 29, 1893.— SIXTEEN PAGES.
fl CARTER H. HARRISON. jl
CARTER H. HARRISON.
promised to make him corporation (
counsel and had not kept his word.
This was his only reason for committing
the crime.
The only other persons in the house at
the time besides Mr. Harrison were his
son, William Preston Harrison, twenty
five years of age, and the servants.
Shortly before 8 o'clock the door bell
ranar, and when Mary Hansen, the do
mestic, opened the door she was con
fronted by a man about five feet five
Inches, smooth shaven, his rather clean
cut features lit up by a pair of dark
eyes.
"Is Mr. Harrison In?" asked the man
in a quiet, pleasant voice.
"Yes, sir," responded the girl, as she
threw the door wider open to permit his
entrance.
"1 would like to see him, please," said
the man, as he walked toward the back
end of the hall. Mr. Harrison was in
the dining room, which opens into the
rear end of the hall. Hearing the man
ask for him, he rose, and, stepping into
the hall, walked toward Prendereast,
who, by the time he caught sight of Mr.
Harrison, had advanced about ten feet
from the doorway. Without saying a
word, Prendergast
DHEW HIS BEVOLVEB
and commenced to fire. He pulled the
trigger but three times, and every bullet
hit the mark. One ball shattered Mr.
Harrison's left hand, another passed
into the lower right side of the abdo
men, making a wound that would have
been mortal within a few days; the
third bullet entered the chest slightly
above the heart. This bullet was the
immediate cause of death. As soon as
Prendergast began to fire Mr. Harrison
turned and walked rapidly toward the
dining room. He walked through the
door, across the dining room, and passed
into a butler's pantry opening off the
room, where, weakened by loss of blood,
he fell to the floor.
Prendergost did not follow up hia vic
tim or make any attempt to ascertain
how deadly his aim had been. He
placed his revolver In his pocket with
the same deliberation that bad marked
all of his actions, and started toward
the door. Just as he was passing
through the doorway William Preston
Harrison, the mayor's son, came tear
ing down the srairs from the upper por
tion of the house just as Mr. Harrison's
coachman ran into the rear end of the
hall. The cries of Mary Hanson direct
ed the son to where his father lay, but
the coachman was after other game.
He had a revolver of his owu, and as
quickly as he realized what had had oc
curred he leveled his weapon and sent
a bullet after the disappearing form of
the murderer. A second time his re
volver spoke, but both bullets went
wild. Running to the door, the coach
man was prepared to continue hostili
ties, but several people were entering
to learn the cause of the shooting, and
by the time the coachman had reached
the sidewalk Prendergast had been
swallowed up
IN THE DARKXESS.
Across Ashland Boulevard, directly
opposite the residence of Mr. Harrison,
is the home of W. J. Chalmers, the
wealthy maker of mining machinery.
Mr. Chalmers was standing upon the
front steps of his residence when the
shots were fired. He bounded down
the steps and dashing across the street
met Prendergast almost out of the gate.
"What is It?" said Mr. Chalmers.
The man walked rapidly north on
Ashland avenue without replying, and
Mr. Chalmers hastened into the house.
He reached Mr. Harrison's side almost
at the same instant that William Pres
ton Harrison had found where his
father lay.
"Are you hurt?" asked Mr. Chalmer»,
as he and the son or the dying man
strove to raise him.
"I've got my death, Chalmers," re
sponded the mayor.
Noticing a spot of blood on the
mayor's waistcoat, Mr. Chalmers said,
"I guess not."
"I'm shot in the heart and I'm a dead
man," was the only reply. A moment
later he said with a voice which was
rapidly loing strength: "Unbutton my
vest, Chalmers; there's where the
trouble is,"
By this time the stricken man had
been borne to a conch in an adjoining
room, and as quickly as ho spoke Mr.
Chalmers gently opened bla waistcoat.
[ The front of his shirt was soaked in
blood which welled rapidly from two
holes, one Just above the heart, the
other in his abdomen.
"It's through the heart," said the
mayor again, his voice now scarcely
above a whisper. A moment later he
sank into unconsciousness and in twenty
minutes after receiviug the wounds
MR. HARRISON WAS DEAD.
When young Mr. Harrison came run
ning down stairs to learn the cause of
the shooting, he passed a burglar alarm.
He reached out his hand and turned in
an alarm, and even before he had
reached his father's side a patrol
wagon filled with officers from Lake
street station, about a third of a mile
distant, was dashing toward the mayor's
home. By the time the officers ar
rived, all trace of the murderer had
been lost, and even before the mayor
had breathed his last officers from
every station in the city were on the
outlook for a small, smooth-shaven
man, twenty-five years of age. Every
possible effort was made to secure
medical attendance for Mr. Harrison,
but when Dr. Lyinan, the first physician
to arrive at the house, reached the
mayor's side, he was a dead man. Drs.
Thomas, Foster and Washburn followed
in quick succession, but they were
uuable to do anything, and they
soon left the house. About twentv-h" ye
minutes after the shootiujr, Sergeaut
Frank McDonald was standing in the
office of the Desplalnes street station.
Every available officer had already
been hurried out to work on the case,
and Sereeant McDonald, who had just
come in from other work, was preparing
to follow. The door was pushed gently
open, and in walked a small, smooth
shaven man, poorly dressed, and carry
ing a revolver in his hand. He shook
like a man with the palsy, bis face was
white and drawn, great drops of per
spiration chased each other down his
face and his tottering limbs seemed
scarcely able to hold him upright. He
walked up to McDonald, who is a pow
erful fellow, six feet tall, and looking;
him straight in the eyes, said: "I
did it."
"You did it?" asked McDonald.
"Yes, I did it."
"Did what?" said the officer, as he
laid one hand on the fellow's shoulder,
and with tue other quietly took the re
volver.
"I shot Mayor Harrison, and that's
what 1 shot him with," was the reply,
as Prendergast made a motion with his
hand toward the revolver.
"What made you do It?" asked Mc-
Donald.
"He said he would make me corpora
tion counsel, and he did not do it
That's what I shot him for."
That was all there was about It,
nothing dramatic, no bravado. .
HE SPOKE OF HIS CRIME
as though it was nothing out of the or
dinary, and a matter entirely to be ex
pected.
He was trembling so that he could
scarcely stand, and the officer led him
to a chair and asked a few more ques
tions, to which Prendergast had but one
reply:
"He said he would make me corpora
tion counsel. He didn't, and 1 shot
him. 1 meant to shoot him, and 1 went
there to do it."
He said that after leaving the Harri
son house he had taken a street car and'
started towards Desplaines street sta
tion with the object of giving himself
up. "The car did not go very fast," he
said, "or I would have been here
Booner."
As the station where he gave himself
up is just four blocks over one mile
from the Harrison residence, he scarcely
had time to do otherwise than as he.
said.
The cell door had hardly clanged shut -
behind the murderer when excited
crowds began gathering about the Des
plaines street station. Patrol wagons
rattled up to the place, their bells clang
ing as the officers jumped from their
seats and rushed into the station. Cabs
and carriages came by the score, and
their occupants crowded and pushed
their way Up the steps and into the of
fice.
Personal friends of the dead mayor,
oity officials and the curious crowded
over and against each other in a wild
endeavor to learn if the story was true.
An immense throng gathered on the
sidewalks and in the streets about the <
place. Laboring men going to their
homes swung off the street cars as they
reached the crowd, and when the cause
of the disturbance became known
added their voices to
THE SUBDUED THBEATS
of vengeance, for Mr. Harrison was
popular with Uie masses. The streets
were filled for blocks, and the officers,
as they looked out of the station win
dow upon the surging sea of faces,
became alarmed for the safety of their
prisoner. A hasty conference of the
officers was held, and it was decided to
remove Prendergast to the central sta—
tion in the city hall.
The trembling, pale-faced prisoner
was led between stalwart officers to a
rear door and harried away in the
darkness.
Meantime tidings of the murder had
swept like an electric shock through
the city. The telephone wires fairly
burned with service as queries and con
firmations flew over the circuits. City
officials, politicians and business men
dropped their evening papers as the
startling news came to their homes,
and hurried to the center of the city, to
swell the crowds that clustered about
the central station. Bulletins were
posted in prominent down-town places.
and about them eager throngs surged
and struggled. The newspaper offices
were besieged by eager question
era, and down-town business was
for a time at a standstill
Before the prisoner had reached the
city hall news of his coming bad been
communicated to the crowds about the
street, and the place was surrounded.
The murderer was rushed through the
throng into the dark court yard between
the county and city buildings and hur
ried through a private entrance into
Chief of Detectives Shea's office. The
doors were barred, and officers even
hurried from adjacent stations to guard
the windows, doors and corridors. A
few detectives and police officers were
called into the chief's office, and the
examination of Prendergast began.
THE PRISONER,
as soon he had reached the office, sank
exhausted Into a chair, his head fell
back and his livid face and starine eyes
presented a ghastly picture. He Is a
slender man, perhaps twenty-four years
of age, with beardless and cadevorous
face and a stupid, almost idiotic expres
sion. His attire was that of a laboring
man and was not over cleanly. For a
time the man refused to answer any
questions that were addressed to him.
In a scarcely audible voice he said:
"I'm sick, I'm sick."'
Chief Shea at last reached over, placed
bis finger on the man's wrist and told
that it was a doctor who questioned
him. "Why did you kill the mayor?"
asked the chief.
"Well," the man responded feebly,
"he told me he would make me corpora
tion counsel, and he didn't do it, so I
shot him. I just shot him, that's all] 1
shot him."
"What is your name, asked a deteo
tive.
"Prendergast, Patrick Eugene or Eu
gene Patrick, makes no difference which.
The last name is Prendergast."
"Where do you live?"
"1 don't know where. Around here
jomewhere, I guess. But," and the
man raised his head to make his answer
more emphatic, "I don't live at the rail
road tracks, I tell you that," and no
amount of inquiry could induce him to
give his place of residence.
Chief Shea asked him if he had ever
been a lawyer, and Prendergast re
sponded that he did not kuow.
"Then why did you expect to be
made corporation counsel?" asked the
officer.
"The mayor promised me. That's all,"
was the answer.
During the course of his talk the
prisoner stated that he had originated a
plan for elevating the railroad tracks
within the city limits, and that he had
desired to be corporation counsel so
that he could carry out this plan.
"You see," said Prendergast, "I have
done some work in a politicai way in
my ward during the last few campaigns,
and all for Harrison. I knew a large
number of people, and, because of my
influence, Harrison promised me a posi
tion if he was elected in the last cam
paign. I was asked what 1 wanted,
and I said that I had a scheme
for the elevation of the railroad tracks.
I wanted to be corporation counsel so
that I could push this scheme. I was
told that 1 might have the position.
Since election I have asked for the office
again and again and have been put off
repeatedly. The office was given to an
other. The mayor had betrayed me,
and I resolved to have revenge. I have
it"
"You wanted to have the tracks ele
vated, did you? You did not have any
particular plan did you?" asked the
chief, thinking perhaps Prendergast
was crazy on that subject.
"Yes, I had a plan that would have
cost the railroads little and the city
nothing. But I have forgotten It now,"
he continued, wearily, and a moment
later began to talk again incoherently
about Mr. Harrison's failure to give him
a position.
In attempting to learn the man's
means of livelihood the officers experi
enced great difficulty. His replies were
incoherent and rambling, but at last the
examiners became convinced that he
had been a newspaper earner whose
route was along Ashland boulevard, and
in the vicinity of
THE MAYOR'S HOME.
' For several hours the examination was
Continued, but little of importance was
developed. Other witnesses were ex
amined, Including servants who were in
Mr. Harrison's house at the time of the
Bhooting, and people who had arrived
soon after the murder. The prisoner
•was finally placed in a cell under the
city hall and additional policemen were
stationed about the building for the
•night's vigil.
■ All night long crowds came and went
about the place. A bitter feeling
«gainst the murderer was manifested,
Significant but subdued remarks about
lamp post 3 and swift revenge were
heard. At one time during the evening
as a carriage drove rapidly down the
street, a young man pointed his um
brella at the vehicle and shouted:
"There ho goes."
There was an immediate rush for the
retreating carriage, but some one
shouted that Prendergast was still in
the chief's office, and the crowd stopped
and began looking for the man with the
umbrella.
An officer* however, .had rushed the
man away, and he was apparently glad
to escape.
W. J. Moran, of 612 Jackson Boule
vard, and E. R. Robinson, a young mcd-
! lcal 6tudent, were passing the house
just as the shots were being fired. They
rushed through the door a second after
Mr. Chalmers had eiytered.
I "We hurried into the dining room as
|E3 I' <CX _.
quickly as we could," said Mr. Moran,
"but we were unable to do anything
more than help raise Mr. Harrison onto
a couch. We didn't think he was badly
Hurt at first, and when the little gentle
man (Mr. Chalmers) said he thought be
would get over it, the mayor said: 'No,
my heart is hurt, and
I AM A DEAD MAX.
" 'I can feel the blood flowing inside,
and I cannot last long.'
"We aid what we could for him, but
he sank rapidly, and in a fevr minutes
he was dead.
"The whole thing was so quickly
done," said Mr. Chalmers late tonight,
"that 1 really don't know a thing about
It. I was standing at the top of my
steps when I heard the shooting, and
about the next thing I knew 1 was in
the house and helping young Mr. Har
rison to care for his lather. I expressed
to Mr. Harrison the hope that he was
not badly wounded, but he said: '1 am
a dead man; I have got it through the
heart.' He repeated this several times
and sank 30 rapidly that we knew there
was no hope for him. He simply bled
to death, and passed away so quickly
that it was utterly impossible to help
him.
The family, of course, Is utterly pros
trated, and they know nothing about
the matter anyway. Young Mr. Har
rison told me that he was up stairs, and
that when he heard the shooting he
started to run down stairs. As he passed
a burglar alarm he turned in a signal,
without knowing what really was the
matter. He had found his father a min
ute before I reached there. He said to
me: "I told father long ago that some
thing like this would happen. He was
too easy In letting people in to see him,
cranks and everybody. I and all the
other members of the family often told
him to be careful, but he only laughed."
"After we carried Mr. Harrison to
the couch," continued Mr. Chalmers,
"he spoke once or twice, saying that it
was useless to try and do anything to
PROLONG HIS LIFE,
and the last words he said, as near as 1
can remember, were: 'Give me water;
send for Annie; give me water.' His
articulation was not distinct at that
time, but that is what I think he said.
I roally don't know anything about how
the occurrence took place. I was de
voting all my time to Mr. Harrison.
"That man Prendergast is crazy,"
said Corporation Counsel Kraus, who
was perhaps the closest friend Mr. Har
rison had. "I know him well and have
seen him several times. He called at
my office twice and told me that he was
going to be appointed as my successor,
and that I should resign. 1 laughed
and told him that I was ready to quit at
any time, and if he would let me know
when he received the appointment from
Mayor Harrison I would gladly let him
have the place. The man was
so palpably out of his mind
that I didn't consider it worth
while to talk seriously with him. 1
spoke to the mayor about it at one time,
and he said that he had received threat
ening letters from the fellow, and that
he had paid no attention to them, as
the man was insane and there was no
use in bothering with him. I never
thought of the matter again until 1 re
ceived two postal cards from the fellow
a few days ago. They were both writ
ten in red ink, and gave me the infor
matioh that he was ready to have me
resign and step into my position. I
always knew that Prendergast was in
sane, but I never thought that he would
do such au awful thing as this."
Mr. Kraus was well nigh inconsola
ble over the mayor's death. When the
news reached him that the mayor was
dead he waa in his carriage going to a
ball. He at once ordered his coachman
to drive back to his home, where he re
moved his dress suit and then hurried
over to Mr. Harrison's residence, arriv
ing there a short time after the mayor's
death.
FAMILY SCENE.
His Son, Daughter and Fiancee
Hastily Summoned,
Chicago, Oct. 28.— Miss Annie How
ard, the fiancee of Mr. Harrison, was in
the house at the time the fatal shot was
fired, in accordance with the wounded
man's request, she was at once sum
moned to his side, and was present
when the end came. When it became
evident that Mr. Harrison could
JTHE SCENE OF THE CRIME.
not survive his injuries, and could live
but a few minutes at most, Miss How
ard's grief wes pitiable. She was com
pletely overcome, and was led away by
friends who feared for the effect upon
her of her grief. She was taken in a
closed carriage to the home of Carter H.
Harrison Jr., where she spent the night
Carter H. Harrison Jr. was at Jack
son Park when news of his father's
death reached him. As soon as possi
ble after the shooting a messenger was
sent to the fair grounds to find him, as
it was known he had intended to spend
the evening there. He would hardly
believe the news when it was told him.
but immediately left the fair and as
quickly as possible went to the family
resilience on Ashland boulevard.
;> rs. Heaton Ausley, the mayor's
daughter, resides at 504 Erie street, on
the North side, fully five miles from her
father's residence. The news was con
veyed to her by telephone, aud she
hurried to Ashland boulevard with all
the speed her horses could make. She
came too late, however, to see her father
alive, as he had been dead fully twenty
minutes when her carriage stopped at
the doorway.
Peter Reicheiz, Mayor Harrison's
private coachman, was laboring under
great excitement when he returned
after making an effort to capture Pren
dergast.
"When I entered the house through a
rear door," he said. "I commenced tak
ing off my overcoat. Suddenly I heard
three shots fired very rapidly one after
the other, and I hastened at once to the
front of the house from where I thought
the sound of the shots came. As
I stepped into the hall. 1 saw the man
walking toward the front door with his
revolver in his hand. 1 did not see Mr.
Harrison, for he had by that time en
tered the dining room again, but 1 drew
my revolver aud fired four shots at the
man. I was so excited that my hand
was unsteady, and although only a
short distance separated us, none of the
shots took effect.
The man fired one shot at me, and
then turned and started to ran out on
the street. I was after him in a moment.
I shouted for him to stop, and also
called the police. The man was too
swift a runner for me, though, aud as
he ran up Ashland avenue he turned
east on Adams street, and when I ar
rived at the corner I could not see him,
and I returned to the house.
THE MURDERER.
Interview With His Mother, Un
cle and Family Physician.
Chicago, Oct. 2S.— Late tonight offi
cers called at the home of Prendergast's
mother, at 609 James street. The young
mail had not lived with his mother for
over two years, and she knew nothing
about his crime. She said that the
young man was all right mentally, ex
cept, she added, he often talks of
Henry George and the single tax.
The officers gave the mother no in
formation, and she does not yet know
of the night's tragedy.
Patrick King, an uncle of Prender
gast, was next called upon and asked
about his nephew. He, too, knew noth
ing of the murder, and replied to the
questions concerning the young man.
"He is a good boy ; never drank and
never smoked."
"Has he any peculiarities?"
"He has only one, of which I know,"
replied King, "and that is his single tax
idea. This is his pet hobby, and he
knows a great deal about it."
•'Has Prendergast an education?"
"He was well brought up, and had a
fair education."
Dr. G. Raidlaw, the family physician,
says that Prendergast is not insane, un
less he has become so very recently
He declares that he has known him
since his birth, and that he was never
weak-minded, or had a day's sickness in
his life.
At 1:30 o'clock this (Sunday) morning
the crowd around the Harrison resi
dence had dispersed. Two police offi
cers stood guard at the front door and
two at the gate. Occasionally a passer
by would ask a question and pa use long
enough to learn the details of the mur
der.
The same quiet was not prevailent in
other portions of the city, however.
Mr. Harrisou had a strong hold on the
people, and among his frieud3 the rage
against his murderer was intense. Sev
PROTEST IF THE BOY
Doesn't Give Yon the
ART SUPPLEMENT
WITH TOUR
Today's Globe.
NO. 302.
eral meetings have already been held,
and at 1 a. in. the chief of police seat
out an order directing the police to dls»
perse all crowds.
HARRISON'S LAST SPEECH
Declares Chicago to Be the Great
est City In the United States.
Ciiicago, Oct. 2S.— The mayors of
seventy American cities were present
at Music hall today. Heavy delegations
came from Illinois, lowa and Wiscon
sin. The New England, the group of
Southern states, New York, Michigan,
the West aud Northwest, including
California and Minnesota, were well
represented. President Harrison was
there and made a speech. Mayor Har
rison, so soon to fall under an assassin's
bullet, in his address declared
Chicago to be the greatest city In the
United States and the best in the world*
on general points. He favored reopen
ing the fair next year.andsaid if it were
done 250,000 people a day would come to
see the fair for five months. Mayor E.
S. Stuart, of Philadelphia, responded.
He said in part: "From beginning to
end the fair has received the unfalter
ing aid and encouragement of the offi
cials, the people and the press of Phila
delphia. The exposition has been a
most remarkable success. While you
meet here today to express your grati
tude for the part taken by other
American cities in assisting in the
great enterprise the people of Chicago
are entitled to the lasting gratitude of
every American, for you have not only
honored Chicago, but have made us all
feel proud that wo are citizens of the
greatest republic the world has ever
seen. You have shown visitors from
abroad that they can be taken 1,000
miles from the Atlantic coast over the
Allegheny mountains, and there behold
a city that is destined to become one of
the greatest in the civilized world."
The debate about agricultural imple
ments having the right to be examined
without field trials, as the rules of the
exposition provide, occupied the whole
time of the national commiesion today.
It is the most interesting contested
question the commission has had in all
its sessions.
A meeting was held today for the
purpose of continuing the fair next
year. A formal talk was had, and a
meeting will be held tomorrow. The
famous liberty bell will be taken back
to Philadelphia next Tuesday. A num
ber of prominent citizens of Philadel
phia are here to take part in the cer
emony.
The total admissions today were 275,
--664, of which 240,732 paid.
NEWS AT THE CAPITAL.
Harrison's Death as Viewed by
Leading Men of the Country.
Washington, Oct. 29. — Nothing in
years has so startled the people of
Washington as the tragic death of Mayor
Carter U. Harrison tonight. The news
was received here in less than ten
minutes after the horrible occurrence,
and in a short time public men from
every quarter of the city were hastening
to the Associated Press oftice to hear
the particulars. It spread throughout
the city in wonderful quick time, and at
once uecame the topic of conversation in
the hotel lobbies and public resorts.
Vice President Stevenson said to an
Associated Press reporter: "I am
shocked to hear of the terrible tragedy.
It almost passes belief. I have known
Mr. Harrison intimately for almost a
lifetime. We served in congress to
gether nearly twenty years ago. He
was one of the ablest men 1 have ever
known, aud Chicago has probably never
had a more efficient mayor. He
was one of the marked men of
his time, and his loss will be
deeply felt in Chicago and Illinois. I
sympathize with his family most deeply
in this great bereavement." Col. Will
iam K. Morrison said: "He was one of
these fortunate persons who could gov
ern intelligently and well a large ma
jority composed of the most discordant
elements aud still maintain his own in
tegrity. He was a clean man, and hia
loss will be severely felt by the World's
Fair City."
Senator John M. Palmer, of Illinois,
said that he wa3 so horrifiied by the
news that he scarcely knew what to
say. "I have known Carter Harrison
intimately," he contihned, "for nearly
thirty years, and his assassination ia
almost as shocking to me as was that of
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