WORN-OUT HEARTS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 7727, 10 June 1903, Page 4

WORN-OUT HEARTS.

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times to prevent the man from escaping. The horse at this time kept moving along, the man trying to mount, holding the reins in one hand and .'having the other on the saddle. He had one foot in the stirrup, and was trying to mount on the off side. At one time he nearly got into the" saddle, and I had my revolver levelled straight at him to fire, but did not do so, as he fell backwards and the horse plunged round. At that time I fired 1 another shot at the horse, and I believe it was that shot which killed the man, tmt I am not certain, as I never fired' one shot at him, all my shots being at the horse. I fired five times altogether. When I fired' the last shot tho horse made a plunge and fell, and the deceased fell also, and remained! upon tho ground. I then immediately jumped off my horse, caught the man by the hands, and called upon Grey to put the handcuffs on him. This was done, and I then examined him, and found a hole made by a bullet which ihad pierced! ibis left side above tho hip bone, and appeared to have come out below the right hip. I then arrested him on the charge of having murdered Sergeant Wall-ings. He exclaimed : ' Oh ! I'm done ! Ifc served me right.' He also eaid: 'I havte no one to blame but\himself — I have run to all this." I then asked him his name, and he replied : fThat doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what my name is ; let me die !' He subsequently said'to me, 'My name, is Harry Wilson.' I sent to Maranoa Station for a cart, into which we lifted the deceased, and brought him to Wapweetah Station, where ho died on the following morning. " Previous to his death he complained of great pain, and' said; 'There was a chance of my escaping, but if I was arrested there was no chance. If I had been arrested at first I should have got years and years for horse-stealing. Oh ! that I had the world for my rifle t I'd learn some of you to be merciful.' " Constable Grey's story corresponded in every essential with that told by Hatton, but he furnished one or two details omitted by his companion. As soon as he saw the bushranger attempting to reach his horse he turned in his saddle and fired his rifle at the animal, but the shot not taking effect, he fired a second time, and the bullet struck the horse through the saddle flap. A third -shot was also fired by Grey, which struck the horse at the- girth ; and as " Midnight" was at that time endeavouring to clamber into the saddle on the other side, it was thought that one of the bullets passed clean through the horse and inflicted the fatal wound upon tho man. In reply to Grey's question as to his name, "Midnight " said : "My right name I will never tell ; I have lived like a dog, and like a dog I'll die — what I have been all any life." This constable found in " Midnight's " coat pocket a, handkerchief marked with the name " Jane Mills." All doubt as to the man that was shot being the murderer of Sergeant Wallings was set at rest by Constable Walsh, who arrived at the station where he was lying dead, and fully identified him. He also identified the bridle and pouch found in the dead bushranger's possession as the property of Sergeant Wallings, and the saddle as the property of the Government. At the coronial inquiry a verdict was returned to the effect that "Midnight" had been killed by a shot fired by either Constable Hatton or Constable Grey, when endeavouring to shoot his horse in the effort to prevent his escape, and that he was the murderer of Sergeant Wallings. The remains were buried near Wapweetah Station, those who performed the last offices doing so with a pardonable feelingi of satisfaction that a violent death had overtaken the man who, by violence, had taken the life of one of the most useful officers of police in the colony.,