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Show NOTED AUTHOR SHOT BY MANIAC Assailant Send Six Bullets Into Victim, Then Suicides Now York, Jan. 23. David Graham Phillips, editor, publicist and novelist y f,- was shot six times today as ho ap- K vW proached tho I'rlncteon club, by Fltz- hugh Coylo Goldsborough, n Harvard man, who Immediately after committed commit-ted suicldo. Phillips Is at Bellovuo hospital In a critical condition, but, as relatives express It, "with a chanco for llfo." Tho body of Goldsborough, whose z career at Harvard was brief, lies in tho morguo. Apparently insane, ho had a fancied grudgo ngalnst the author au-thor and sought his life. Ho was only thlrty-ono years old. Phillips Is forty-three. forty-three. "There you go," said tho assailant ns ho opened fire, "and hero I go," he echoed ns ho sent a bullet Into his own brain. Ho used an automatic pis-tal, pis-tal, and nil six shots aimed at Phillips Phil-lips took effect. One of them perfora- ted tho abdomen; another pierced tho right lung and came out at the back; a third shattered tho left wrist and u fourth drilled tho rlgh thigh. Two of thorn dropped from tho wounded man's clothing as ho wns being undressed un-dressed at the hospital Tho courso of the bullets was so erratic and there was such doubt as to Just which wounds were points' of entrance and which points of exit that the surgeons nre uncertain whether wheth-er he had been Bhot four, flvo or six times, but their best belief tonight was six. The most dangerous wound Is thought to bo that through tho lung. Septicaemia or pneumonia are the two secondary effects most feared. The robust constitution of tho patient bore him through the loss of blood and shock well, and his first request to his physicians was that no alarm-V alarm-V lng reports be given out. First Thought of Mother. "My mother,' 'he said, "Is an old ladyt and tho shock might kill her. I'm young and strong; I may get well. Wake the best of it and I'll try to bear you out." The six shots broke tho quiet of , one of tho most aristocratic neigh- borhods of New York. Tho Princeton " . club, formerly the home of the lato Stanford White, front on Grammorcy park, and at 2 o'clock of a bright afternoon, af-ternoon, Phillips, who lives nearby, at tho National Arts club, was sauntering saun-tering through the sunshine for an hour with his friends. A policeman stood not 100 yards away. Two foot passengers had Just passed the club ns Phillips-was Been approaching it. Nobody saw nnythlng to attract attention at-tention in tho well-dressed Goldsbor-ough, Goldsbor-ough, who was walking in a. direction oposlte from Phillips. There was no argument as they mot, no quarrel, no opportunity for self- defense. Scene of the Tragedy'. The shiny barrel of the pistol glinted glint-ed in the sunshine, a thin haze of powder spat from the muzzle and tho pater of the shots punctuated the air with rapidity. |