Four Shots at a Seattle Policeman—and a Potato in the Revolver

Harry C. Good, who took four shots at Policeman J. W. Glasscock yesterday morning at the corner of Third and Marion streets, two of which took effect, was arraigned in the municipal court yesterday afternoon on the charge of attempted murder.

He showed the effects of his spree, but in spite of this made a good appearance. He was dressed in a black cutaway coat, low vest and dark trousers. The preliminary examination was set for Thursday morning at 10 o'clock. Judge Glasgow fixed bonds at $10,000, in default of which the prisoner was returned to the city jail.

Good is a young man about 23 years old, and naturally as smart as a steel trap. He has been in this city four or five years and is considered an exceptionally good salesman. He comes from British Columbia, and is of good stock. He has relatives at Victoria, and a brother at Nanaimo.

Good has a good reputation in this city, but of late has been drinking more than is good for any man. Those who know him say that while he is a perfect gentleman when sober, the exact opposite is true of him when he is under the influence of liquor.

Police Officer Glasscock was doing nicely yesterday, and Dr. Fall, the family physician, said he did not anticipate trouble with the wound in the fleshy part of the left arm near the elbow, although it was very painful. The bullet has not been located yet, but it is thought it is lodged about three inches above the wrist.

A close investigation of Good's record made last night brought to light the fact that, while quarrelsomely drunk, he drew his pistol on an inoffensive stranger in the Branch, on Commercial street, a few weeks ago. It is claimed that he shoved the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth, but this could not be verified last night. Officer Williams was called in, and after a sharp struggle with Good, who although small is wiry, placed him under arrest. When Good's pistol was examined it was found that the cylinder had been taken out.

Capt. Hogle said yesterday that he understood that at one time some of Good's friends took the real cylinder out of his pistol and inserted one made of a potato. When Good discovered the trick he was very wroth.