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Show INHUMAN WORK. A Profligate Husband's Dread-ful Dread-ful Deed. He Shoots His Suspected Rival, Ri-val, Kills His Son and Then Suicides. A Deed Unequaled in the Criminal Annals of Salt Lake City. Shortly after 7 o'clock Saturday morning Samuel Liday, of Salt Lake, in a fit of jealous frenzy, shot his suspected sus-pected rival, John Kirby, his own son. aged 0 years, and placing the weapm to his ow n breast paid the penalty for his shocking work in deliberate suicide. At the hour mentioned breakfast was in progress at the Railroad Men's restaurant res-taurant dowti on the margin of tin Rio Grande Western depot. Among others seated at the table was Jack Kirby, night yard master at the Kit Grande, a domestic, and Mrs. Sac Liday, the latter proinietor of the res taurant. A moment later Sam Liday himself entered. Mantling his features fea-tures was a sullen and sinister scowl It was the sullen sentence of death. Orders had already been served to tin remainder of the group, while Maiy Anderson, the cook, was filling Li-day's, Li-day's, w ho sal silently eyeing the yard-master, yard-master, and now and then addresse a remark to the women. None appa iciitiy si spected that death was lurk ing so near, but quick as the fata messeng, r that belched fiom the muz z!e oi a formidable six shooter, Li!a mse to his feet and leveling a Colt's 4i at Kirby, began to empty its chambers Kirby fell from his chair with a groan while the women tore away from the blood-'.-iirdling scene. Gathering fresh thirst from the spectacle, Liday now advanced in the direction of the kitchen, while the panic-stricken women lied towards iho sidewalk Walking deliberately into the bed chamber between the kitchen and diner, his eyes fell on the tender form of his 0-year-old boy. that was yet still in childish slumber. Over this the heartless sire bent for a momont, and then placing the revolver over the breast of his boy, dispatched a second bullet, that pierced the body and buried itself in the folds of the bed clothing. The boy was dead the spirit had taken its ilight ere the lazy curling smoke of the assassin's revolver had settled, and wheeling, Liday turned the weapon on his own bosom. He paused for a moment as Mary Anderson, An-derson, the cook, made her escape fron. the back door, and then took up his appalling task again. It had evidently evident-ly been deliberately blocked out in his o "'n mind. lie only hitlttid for a nio llieiit iiiul tlien aa ihe cr:ic-k of a tliird sliot was heard, his own 1'orra reeled and sank, limp and dead upon the bed alongside the motionless form of his dead boy. lie had done his work well. In the dining room was the sinking form of his first victim, while in the bed chamber, were the dead bodies of sire and son. The brute having been balked in further desolation by his own hand, the crowd that was' now-surging now-surging through the front door came forward with Officer Shillivg at the head of the horror-stiicken column. There was no occasion for any anests. Death had cheated the officer of his conquest and relieved him of his responsibilities. re-sponsibilities. Their attention was given. the fast sinking victim of Li-day's Li-day's rage and Dr. Pinkerton was sirmmoned. A hasty investigation revealed the fact that the bullet had entered Kirby "s side, penetrated one of the lungs and then lost itself in one of the recesses of the body. He was removed at once to St. Mary's hospital where the services and attentions of its vigilant Samaritans might be obtained. ob-tained. The surgeon expressed but little hope of pulling the poor fellow through, and it looked as if every struggle for breath would snap the subtle thread and relieve him of his agony. The cause of the dreadful tragedy is obscured in dense mystery. It is" all attributed to Liday's flaming jealousy, whether it lacked foundation or not. The woman when asked for her statement said: '! was married to Mr. Liday in Wisconsin seven years ago, and over a year ago he came on to Salt Lake. I followed him three months later and opened the restaurant restau-rant and worked hard to support myself my-self and child, as I got little assistance from him. He became very abusive after awhile, and when my brother, Otto Johnson, came out here he insisted in-sisted that I should get a divorce. I agreed to do so on his promise to stay with me and protect me. My husband went away in February last and did not know of my intention at the time I formed it. He came back on Sunday evening hist, and going to the back door, told the hired boy that he wished to see me. I entered the room in a few minutes and found him with our little Ralph in his ami-;." At the thought of her child who was cold in death, the mother broke down, an . it was some time before she could com pose herself sufficiently be tore she coii'd coi-'ple e her stateoienr. "d could no' go t that in. in." she continued. con-tinued. "I had no love for hen. did offer to make a bed for him with the t oy. however, and he slept with him. He came home drunk on Monday, Mon-day, and although he was no sy. I neve:' thought of 'his shooting anybody. Last night I told him he must arrange to leave the place this morning, and between ( und 7 o'clock John' Kirby caniL- in the dining room for breakfast. I knew Mr. Kirby befoie he came to Utah. He always conducted himself as a gentleman, but there was never anything more than a friendly acquaintance ac-quaintance between us. While he was at breakfast, L went out into the other room. Ralph had just w aked up when I heard the report of a pistol follow ed by ti e cry '! am shot" from Mr. Kirby. Kir-by. I rushed out through the back door, never dreaming that my husband would kill our child, but he went in the bed room and even while the boy was putting his anus around his neck, shot him to death. Oh! isn't it awful, my dear little baby boy who love I him so much and never dio anyb dy in this world any harm." Again "the unfortunate woman was overcome with arief and the reporter left her. . |
