State v. . French

166 S.E. 747, 203 N.C. 632
CourtSupreme Court of North Carolina
DecidedDecember 7, 1932
StatusPublished

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Bluebook
State v. . French, 166 S.E. 747, 203 N.C. 632 (N.C. 1932).

Opinion

The defendant and B. B. Owens were indicted for a secret assault upon W. E. French in breach of section 4213 of the North Carolina Code of 1931, and were convicted. From the judgment pronounced the above named defendant appealed to the Supreme Court.

W. E. French and the defendant were husband and wife, residing at 2419 Camden Road in the city of Greensboro. They were married in Greensboro in 1926 and have two children, one six years of age, the other not quite two. In the evening of 1 February, 1932, between 6:30 and 7:30 W. E. French was shot with a pistol and seriously injured. The evidence is voluminous. Such parts of it as are necessary to an explanation of the exceptions are set out in the opinion; but the circumstances immediately connected with the assault are given here as related by W. E. French, Mrs. W. E. French, and B. B. Owens.

W. E. French testified: "I knew Bert Owens prior to 1 February, 1932, and had known him about three years. I was at home during the *Page 634 afternoon of 1 February, 1932, with my wife's brother and her. In the late afternoon my wife and my wife's brother drove down town. I had a hat in a hat cleaning shop and we drove down town after which we drove towards Sedgefield, stopping at Dixie Pig Barbecue stand where I got two sandwiches and three coca-colas and a pack of cigarettes, after which we drove on to Sedgefield and drove on around there for a while and on back home. Mrs. French's brother, who is about 19 or 20 years of age and Mrs. French were traveling with me in the Chrysler sedan. After we drove back home we had dinner. I imagine it was around six or six-fifteen, I wouldn't be exact. During that time my wife asked me to drive her out in the Starmount section, said she had three friends out there she wanted to see and after dinner we started out, leaving her brother at home, and drove out West Market Street. That was during the time it was under repair. We got to the end of West Market Street and she asked me to turn there to my right. I had never been in that section, never had occasion to go. I turned to my right and had gone down the road a very short distance and passed a car with a man standing on the outside and after passing the car a few feet my wife said, `that is Bert Owens' and asked me to stop and back up which I did. I backed up some few feet back of the car on the opposite side of the road and he walked over on my side of the car and we were standing talking. The car he was standing by was headed towards Friendly Road and my car was headed the same way. When I backed back I backed beyond him. I was sitting under the wheel in my car on the left. He walked around to my side of the car and I asked him what was the trouble and he said he was having motor trouble and he said that his motor was running some and that he thought it would get better. I made the offer to get behind him and push him down this little grade. We were right on a little grade. He said he would wait a few minutes, maybe his car would get all right, and my wife spoke too and said, `I hope you boys have forgotten your little difficulty.' She was on the right side next to me and Mr. Owens spoke up and said he had forgotten his and I explained I could not hold malice, and when I said that he started to shooting and shot me here first, and I fell out of the car on my back. My wife jumped out of the car through the right side front door and I fell out and over on my back and by the time I hit the ground he was over me still shooting and he shot, I don't know how many times, I imagine until he emptied his gun, and walked off a little ways and stopped and hesitated for a second, then he got in my car and left but in the meantime my wife had already gotten in his car and left. The minute I hit the ground I saw her running to his car. He shot me when I was on the ground and I said, `for God's *Page 635 sake and for my mother's sake, don't shoot me any more.' He shot me right here after I was on the ground. The bullet entered on my right side. He hesitated a minute and got in my car and drove off. After that I lay there for a second or two, I don't know how long, and started to get up. I saw a car coming toward me and I don't know why I though so, I thought it was coming back and I lay back down and the car came up within 75 or 100 yards and played the lights on the place where I was lying and turned around and went back off. Then I got up and I saw a house, you could see the dim front of a house on over towards Holden's Filling Station, and tried to get up that way and I went several yards and began feeling blood coming out of my throat and staggered over and fell in a kindo' ditch or place excavated and finally got out of that and got on the road and by that time the blood was pouring out of my mouth and I lay down on my back and kept adjusting myself to where I was more comfortable. I had on a blue suit and overcoat. The coat had just been cleaned and pressed before I was shot. There was one hole in it and, too, there was a little hole in the back of it. There are some holes in it now. I don't know how many times he shot me. I am able to locate the bullet hole in that vest. When I felt blood coming up into my throat I thought I was going to die. Three boys picked me up and took me away from there. They were Mr. Parker, Mr. Farlow and another. I was lying right on the road close to that intersection when they got to me. I attempted to get help before they came up. A car passed, a Ford of some kind, I imagine, looked like three people in it, and they slowed down real slow and I told them I was shot and asked for help and they slowed like they were going to stop, but didn't and kept on going. After some little time these other boys came and brought me in. They were traveling in an Essex I think. They brought me to St. Leo's Hospital and Dr. Harden treated me after I got there. . . . After I saw I couldn't get out to this filling station, I had a match folder in my pocket and I wrote on it, `Bert Owens killed me.' I didn't think I would get away from there. I got the match folder at the barbecue stand where we bought the barbecue and cigarettes. The object you handed me is the match folder I had in my pocket. The words written on it are `Bert Owens killed me,' signed French. When I wrote that I thought there wasn't any hopes of ever getting away and thinking about my two children and wanting somebody to know who did it, I took this match folder out of my pocket and laid it on this arm with my hand and struck a match and left it on the ground and wrote it and put it in my vest pocket, this part of the folder. I wrote it with my fountain pen. I put this part of the match folder in my vest pocket after writing on it." *Page 636

Mrs. W. E. French testified in part as follows: "On Monday, 1 February, my husband, my brother and myself left home somewhere around four o'clock. We drove directly to the parking lot back of the Jefferson Standard Life Insurance Company building. Mr. French parked the car and asked me to go to Stratford-Weatherly Drug Company and get him two or three ounces of paregoric. I got out of the car and went in the drug store. I had just a few cents. I had bought some gas and I think I had three or four cents, I didn't have enough to buy the paregoric. I had the paper which you hand me, which purports to be a check, with me that afternoon. It had been mailed to our house on Camden Road. I had this check cashed when I went in Stratford-Weatherly's, and bought the paregoric. From there we drove toward Patterson's Grocery Store on South Elm Street. Mr.

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