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Show NEAR-TRAGEDY ON MAIN STREET; I I "THE BUNGLE" WELL ADVERTISED ' hat are you doing with my wife?" shouted Burl Armstrong, well known In newspaper circles of this city, and now an employee of the United States assay office, ns he drew a revolver and fired two shots at Parley Jensen, as the Int-tnr Int-tnr was walking north on the east side of Main street, at 9:15 o'clock last evening. even-ing. And It is duo solely to the bad marksmanship of Armstrong that a tragedy trag-edy did not occur. There was no apparent ap-parent motive for tlio crime nor ground for the remark concerning the woman Involved, as she was not the wife of Armstrong. Mr. Jensen was taken entirely en-tirely unawares by the sudden onslaught upon himself and lady, and after sufficiently suf-ficiently recovering from the scare, said that the insane action of Armstrong was as unaccountable lo himself ns if was to the bystanders. It Is believed by ! friends that Armstrong was the victim ) of an uncontrollable fit of Jealousy nnd that the deed was not premeditated. The street was filled with people and traffic at that time of night. Immediately Immedi-ately the two shots rang out there- was an Instantaneous melee on the street and women screamed nnd hurried away from the scene. On the other hand. men crowded around the principals, neither of whom attempted to escape. Armstrong. Jensen nnd the young woman stepped Into the corridor of the building in which are the Bamberger offices, where a boated boat-ed argument ensued and the private troubles trou-bles of Hie three were aired before the large crowd without. Patrolman McCormlck was the first officer of-ficer to arrive. He had been standing on the Smith corner when he heard the twi shots. As the officer approached, Arm- IH strong cried, "Yes, I have killed him and IH have done my duty." IH At this moment the patrol wagon, with Lieutenant Beckstead and Driver Brown. arrived on the scene. There was a part- ing In the crowd and nn aisle was opened. lH through which Armstrong was expected IH to pass. Through grave oversight on the part of the police, however, Armstrong was forgotten and the young woman only nrrestcd. As the woman was taken to the police station, tier splendid courngo. which had stood l-or in such good stead throughout the shooting, gradually left her and she became hysterical. She wns attired stylishly in a while directolre gown. Uporr the hat, of the IH pudding shape style, were large clusters IH of violets. The stockings nnd shoes were IH l.'pon reaching the police station, to save her the ordeal of facing the curious gaze of the crowd which had followed the wagon. Chief Barlow ordered that sho be conducted at once to the woman' ward and placed In an Isolated cell. Jack Ripley appeared with the huge keys and the cell door was thrown open. At this Juncture the prisoner broke IH out in a hoarse laugh. jH "Good gracious," said the prison ma- IH Iron, "It's a man." IH Then Carl Williams lighted a clgaretto and wondered why Burl Armstrong did IH not send a cab for her. The press work for the Pres.- dub pro- H ductlon of "The Bungle," which Is to be presented Wednesday night at th'i IH Salt Lake theater, was over for the IH anight. |
