Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 June 1891 — WILL STEAL NO MORE. [ARTICLE]

WILL STEAL NO MORE.

WILLIAM LANGOSCH, A NOTORIOUS THIEF, SHOT. Terrific Battle Between the Desperado, Hl* Victim, and the >chr< eder FamilyWonderful Nerve Bxhibi'ed by the Criminal, Who Trie* to Cheer H a Old Moth-r. William langosch, a Ch’cago tough, was fatally shot in Schroeder’s saloon, 73 North Besplaines street In company with Charles Hemming he called for a drink. Schroeder and his son Fred were behind the bar. Near by stood W. H. Holliday, a manufacturer of saw-mill tools, 140 West Lake street, who was counting oyer §SO in bills. From the manner in which the two men called for liquor and at the same time eyed Mr. Holliday’s money, the proprietor suspected them. Before he could give Holliday warning Langosch and his companion stepped upto Holliday s side, each taking him by the arm. Schroeder seized a billiard cue, shouting to Holliday to guard his money. The fight that followed was a lively one. In it Langosch received the shot that will cost him his life. Schroeder attempted to fell him to the floor with the cue, but was grappled, Langosch overpowering the saloon-keeper, knocking him down with his own weapon. Meanwhile, Hemming and Holliday were fighting fiercely. Mrs. Schroeder bearinf the scuffle ran into the room, only to be knocked down. Just as the men were preparing to leave Fred Schroeder, who had gone up-stairs for a revolver, rushed into the saloon. His sudden appearance put a stop to proceedings. Seeing bls mother and father both lying on the floor, young Schroeder did not hesitate to fire immediately, leveling his gun directly at Langosch. The latter sank to thefleor instantly. The police arrested Hemming and Fred Schroeder. Langosch was removed to his home, where upon examination it was found tho bullet had passed entirely through his stomach and lodged in his back. The attending physician said ho could not live. Langosch is a well-known character and served a term in Joliet. Mr. and Mrs Schroeder were not seriously injured, although their wounds were of a painful nature. Langosch is a notorious character, and has been feared by almost every one who know him. lie was released from the penitentiary only five weeks ago, but since then has been known to have taken no less than six rides in the patrol wagon. Gn one occasion he engaged in a fight and was stabbed eleven times, tho marks of which are still fresh on his body. But, criminal that he is, he showed a tenderness after being shot which touched tho hearts of the officers, who, all their lives, have been accustomed to scenes of violence and hard character. Langosch positively refused to be taken to the hospital, and insisted on being carried to his home. Officer Byrnes asked him if he had any one to care for him at home, and he replied that he had a “kind old mother.” When tho patrol camo within 100 feet of the house Langosch begged the officers to allow him to walk the remainder of tho way. He said his mother would faint, and tho thought of that hurt him more than tho fatal wound in his body. The officers granted his request and Langosch without assistance walked to his mother's house. With the utmost composure he seated himself in a summer-house and buttoned his clothes so that no blood was seen. The mother, who is 65 years old, alarmed by the presence of the officers, came in wringing her hand' l . When Langosch saw her ho crossed his logs and, putting a cigar to his mouth, said: “Mother, give me a match. ” Mrs. Langosch brought him a match, and the cigar was lit. He took a few puffs and a quantity of blood filled his mouth. Even then he seemed to forgot that he was mortally wounded, and, thinking only of his mother, asked an officer to step aside that he might spit in the weeds, where his mother would not see the blood. A physician arrived and ordered him to be placed on a bed. Langosch would not be carried, but arose and w’alked confidently into another room, where he lay down. There his nerve did not desert him. Jle requested not to be chloroformed while the bullet was probed for, saying that It must be done while his eyes were open, that his mother would not think him badly hurt. And he even went so far as to ask for a razor that he might reach around to his back and cut the fatal bullet out himself.

A CLOSE SEALING SEASON. An Agreement Beached by American and Brliinh Authorities. The agreement for a closed season In Bering Sea was signed by the representatives of thq two Governments, William F. Wharton, Acting Secretary for the United States, and Sir Julian Pauncefote for England, and the President at once issued his proclamation ordering the stoppage of seal killing, and warning off the poachers. By the provisions of the new modus vlvendi both governments prohibit tho killing of seals (except tho 7,500 necessary for the support of the Indians) until th<J first of next May. To this end both goxern,ments will co-operate to the, extent of their ability, and the naval vessels of both powers are authorized to seize the vessels found disobeying the agreement, with this important proviso, that vessels so seized shall be turned over to the authorities to which they belong for trial, the captors supplying the evidence. Thus at last the orders have come from the United States and from Great Brittain that the Canadian seal murderers must desist from their brutal work, at least until next May, by which time the two countries may have settled by arbitration, and our naval vessels will proceed at once to the sea to enforce the proclamation of the I resident There is room for congratulation all round. Great Britain may bo congratulated for ps decision to no longer support the mur’erous pretensions of the Canadian poachers. The administration may be congratulated upon establishing a modus vivendi pending the arbitration. Told In a Few Word*. It costs Americans about §1,000,000 a year to stop their teeth. Of the twelve largest cities in the world three are in Japan. In Lapland dress fashions have not changed for a thousand years. » It costs more to keep a poor horse than it does to keep a good one. Nothing is so indicative of deepest culture as a tender consideration of the ignorant Ladies at a patriotic ball in Paris pledged themselves never to dance with a German.