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| Aunt Shoots Niece Dead Hours After Wedding, Over Argument About Who's Driving Home |
| 2014-04-26 |
| [PITTSBURGH.CBSLOCAL] Police say a woman murdered her own niece just hours after her wedding, because they were arguing over who would drive home from a New Brighton bar. A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou. It happened just before 10 p.m. Thursday at Jimmy K's Bar on 11th Avenue. When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare, There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear. He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse, Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house. There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue; But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew. Police say 21-year-old Katelyn Francis of Fairview, W. Va., was shot in the parking lot. She died on her way to the hospital. His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze, Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze. The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool, So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool. In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway; Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could play. Police say that Francis was at the bar with her aunt and her aunt's new husband. The three were arguing over who was going to drive home. That's when they say 30-year-old Christina Nicole George-Harvan whipped out a rod and plugged her niece. And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way; In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway; Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm, And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn; But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true, That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew." Witnesses noticed the argument earlier in the bar. Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark, And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark. Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew, While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou. The three were reportedly out celebrating George-Harvan's wedding just hours earlier. These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know. They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so. I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two -- The woman that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou. "Everybody in the bar noticed that there was something going on with the people, but nobody knew exactly what was happening," said witness James Botinovich. He went on to say "the next thing you know we heard someone got shot ... looked out, noticed it was right by my car." |
| Posted by:Fred |
| #2 Man this Fred guy is one cold SOB don't you think. Yow.... |
| Posted by: Shipman 2014-04-26 12:24 |
| #1 Looks like both were wrong. The police did the driving. |
| Posted by: gorb 2014-04-26 10:23 |