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Show SUIT LAKE W01I SHOOTS ID KILLS BETRAYER " i Salt Lake, Nov. 10. Ross M. Bonny, prominent attorney of Salt Lake, was shot and killed by Amy Hill of 165 West Fifth South street, in his office, 1026 Kearns building, last night. The woman fired two shots. Both were deadly, according to doctors called. Mrs. Hill entered the office in company com-pany with Mrs. Joseph Vincent, 1181 Harrison avenue, a sister of Bonny, after she had telephoned to her of her intention to determine, if she could, to recover the love of the man, which is said to have waned within the last few weeks. Mrs. Vincent met Mrs. Hill in conformity con-formity with the appointment Mrs. Hill declared that Mrs. Vincent said she would intercedo in her behalf with Bonny. Bonny was sitting at his desk when the two women entered. According to both of them, the subject In mind was immediately discussed. Bonny is said to nave reiuseu to listen to tnem. f ollowing ol-lowing this, Mrs. Vincent pleaded with her brother that he hear her alone in an adjoining office. Mrs. Hill declined to allow any secret conversation. She said that she wanted to hear all that might be said. Sister Grapples Slayer. The man then stood up to get his hat, which was lying on the top of the desk. "I haven't got time to talk to you women," he is reported to have remarked. The next moment he said, "Don't bother me," and proceeded to leave the office. As he took a step forward for-ward Mrs. Hill drew a 32-caliber revolver re-volver from her muff and shot Bonny. The shot pierced the left cheek and coursed through the brain. Mrs. Vincent Vin-cent then grappled with Mrs. Hill for possession of the revolver. She failed in her task. As Bonny lay dying on the floor, Mrs. Hill directed di-rected another shot at him. The shot penetarated the left side of the neck and came out above the right eye. Death was practically instantaneous. Bonny did not utter a word after the first shot Realizing what she had done, Mrs. Hill broke away from Mrs. Vincent and ran into the corridor. She pushed an elevator button, and as the elevator came up, she exclaimed to the boy running run-ning it: "I have shot Bonny. Oh, do get a doctor quick." As the two shots rang out, B. D. Hamill and W. T. Beardsley, occupying occupy-ing offices at 1023 Kearns building, rushed into the room. They knelt beside be-side the wounded man, life at that moment mo-ment being almost extinct When a doctor having offices in the building reached the spot the man was dead. Police headquarters were notified and Patrolman W. H. Hurst arrested Mrs. Hill. Shortly afterwards Detectives Detec-tives Frank Glenn, Herbert Leichter, II. D. Lyon and Sergeant Lester Wire reached the scene. Mrs. Hill returned to tlie office. She was on the border of hysterics. She pulled the revolver from her muff and handed it to an officer. Mrs. Hill was taken to the station, and Bonny's body was conveyed to the undertaking parlors par-lors of S. M. Taylor & Co. Upon reaching the station the woman wom-an was taken before Joseph C. Sharp, chief of detectives. Owing to the woman's condition, it being believed that she would collapse at any moment, mo-ment, Nurse Mary O'Connor was summoned sum-moned from the emergency hospital. It was some minutes after the woman was seated before she could talk. Her hands trembled greatly and the fingers twitched. She was extremely ex-tremely nervous, and it was in broken and almost inaudible sentences that she told her story. Her story dealt with a woman who had deserted her husband and four children for love or fascination for the man she shot dead. Here is her story: For about five years I knew Bonny. I loved him dearly. He seemed all in the world to me. I do not know why I did it, but when he refused to listen I thought that I had to shoot. I did not mean to kill him. Oh, dear, no. I thought I could frighten him and make him understand The shots were not meant to kill. I was crazed with grief at the time when I knew that he had turned me down and would have nothing more to do with me. Infatuation Is Intense. I was in the throes of desperation. despera-tion. I thought of the wrong that I had done my husband and everything every-thing looked black. It was a terrible ter-rible thing to do, nnd I know it But, oh, what could I do? At this point she was asked if she had been living with Bonny. She admitted ad-mitted that she had. She continued: "Bonny and I lived together when we should not have done so. I have sinned against society, so-ciety, but, oh, please do not let my parents par-ents know. The shock will kill them." She was asked where her parents resiuen. sne aecunea to tell, except in so far as providing the Information that they lived near Eighth East street and Simpson avenue. She said that she went about considerably con-siderably with Bonny while she was living with her husband, and continued: contin-ued: My husband was so good to me and I forsook him for Bonny. Oh, why did I do it? When my husband hus-band learned of my relations with Bonny he took me back on two occasions. oc-casions. But my love for Bonny seemed Irresistible and I returned to him. Was III Treated. Then there was a divorce. I was alone to blame. I was parted from my husband and four children. chil-dren. Shortly afterward my little girl, only 13 years of age, died. I a1 n.-1-ati iv.-m.uii, ana, on, l do wish that I could have been near my husband to console him. But it was too late. Bonny never treated me right He abused me terribly at times. But I loved him just the same. It's terrible to think of. I can't imagine why I did it. Then Mr. Bonny and I moved to the Raleigh hotel, 137 East First South street I was recognized there as the housekeeper. Bonny ran the hotel for a client who lived outside of the state. We1 lived there for more than a vear. and during that time Bonny did not treat me right But, all the same, I am sorry for what I have done. Recently we moved to 166 West Fifth South street. There Mr. Bonny was known to J. F. Mitchell, Mitch-ell, the landlord, as "Mr. Hill." For a few weeks we got along fairly well, but I began to realize that Bonny's love for me was dying. dy-ing. Last Saturday night left home, never to return. I was frantic. I guess I was not in my right mind. On Sunday I saw him leaving the Pantages theatre with a woman for whom he acted as a lawyer in divorce proceedings. It nearly drove me mad. On Monday I went and saw Bonny. Bon-ny. He would have nothing to do with me. He said that he did not want to see me any more. I was brushed aside. Sadly and dejectedly deject-edly I walked out. Cried All Night. On Tuesday I again went to see him, but he was busy conversing with clients. I could not gain an interview with him. Despondently Despondent-ly I went home and cried as if my heart would break. Neighbors saw me. They came in to console with me, and the Mitchells said that I was better rid of him. They advised me to let the matter drop and to forget Bonny. But I could not forget him, and I cried through the night. Today I rang up Mrs. Vincent, Bonny's sister. I told her of my plight She said that she would meet me and accompany me to Bonny's office. I met her and we went to see Bonny. When we entered Bonny refused to discuss the matter at all. He said that there was nothing that he would say and that he did not have time to speak to us. He told us not to bother him wnile he was at work. Mrs. Vincent then asked to speak to him alone, t but for some reason I refused to let them do bo. Bonny, anyhow, would not speak to his sister alone. Bonny got his hat from the desk. He was about to go out. As he rose from the chair I pulled the revolver from my muff and, without with-out thinking, shot -I saw Bonny fall before my eyes. Mrs. Vincent tried to interfere, but I was frantic. fran-tic. I shot again as he lay on the floor. I did not know where I was shooting or what harm I was doing. do-ing. No, I did not mean to kill. I really did not It all came over me in a moment Something seemed to prompt me to shoot tho man for whose love I deserted my family. fam-ily. Nearly Breaks Down. At this point the nurso tenderly attended at-tended to the woman, who was on the verge of a breakdown. She was assisted as-sisted from the room by Detective Sharp, Mrs. Hannah Stokes, matron at the city jail, and the nurse. She was placed in a cell and medical treatment given her. Fear that she would collapse col-lapse caused a strict watch to be kopt upon her throughout the night. nn |