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A Deadly Encounter on Beacon Hill

A nineteen-year-old hotel worker miraculously survives a point-blank shooting after refusing to surrender to a highwayman in the dark cuts of early Seattle.

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L. J. Ellmate, a 19-year-old young man in the employ of the St. Charles Hotel, was shot in the head by a highwayman at 12 o'clock last night on Beacon Hill and is probably fatally injured. The young man spent the evening visiting friends on Beacon Hill and started home about 12 o'clock. On the way he had to pass through the cut at 14th Avenue and Frederick Street, and just as he reached that point, a tall, heavy-set man, whose face was hidden by a high felt hat drawn down over his eyes, sprang out from a patch of brush and, leveling a revolver at the young man's head, commanded: 'Throw up your hands!' Ellmate was startled but not at all frightened, for he promptly answered as he squared off to fight: 'Go to the devil!' The words were scarcely out of his mouth before there was a report of a pistol. There was a flash of fire, a sickening, blinding pain in the head, and young Ellmate was conscious only that he had lost his feet and was lying in the road. A second later he regained his feet, but the highwayman was gone. A short distance off he could see the last car to the city of the Beacon Hill electric line, which came rushing towards him. It was the approach of the car which probably saved the young man's life and baffled the highwayman's designs to rob him. Ellmate staggered across the car tracks, and the conductor stopped the car and took him on board. He was bleeding profusely and his clothing was muddy and dyed a sanguinary hue. The conductor put him on a James Street car and from the corner of Front and James Streets, he walked to the St. Charles Hotel, a distance of four blocks. An examination revealed that a .38-caliber bullet had entered the right temple and, grazing the scalp, buried itself. He was sent to Providence Hospital.

“The words were scarcely out of his mouth before there was a report of a pistol... Ellmate was conscious only that he had lost his feet and was lying in the road.”

— Printed in The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892
Then · 1892134 years apartNow · 2026

Beacon Hill remains a central transit corridor today, though the 'cut' described in 1892 has long since been paved over or re-engineered. The story reflects the vulnerability of night-shift workers and the constant urban struggle for safety in transit-adjacent neighborhoods—a concern as relevant to Seattleites today as it was at the turn of the century.

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The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-04-03. Library of Congress, Chronicling America.

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From
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, APR 3, 1892, Page 3
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