Obituaries and Death Notices
The Cairo Daily Bulletin
1 Jan 1879 - 31 Dec 1879
Cairo Daily Argus
8 Sep 1879
Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois
Transcribed and annotated by Darrel Dexter
Wednesday, 1 Jan
At a meeting of the members of Alexander Lodge No. 224, I. O. O. F., held at their hall December 30, 1878, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted:
Whereas, The fell destroyer has once more thrust in his icy hand, and taken from our midst, while yet in the prime of life and day of greatest usefulness, our worthy Brother P. G., Frederick M. Stockfleth, and whereas, we feel called upon to give expression to our grief and mingle our sorrows with those of the bereaved widow and the community at large. Therefore be it
Resolved, That in the death of Brother Frederick M. Stockfleth, this Lodge has lost a worthy member and true Odd Fellow, the efficient widow a faithful, true, loving and kind husband and protector, his associates and companions in life a noble-hearted, whole-souled, generous, and true friend, and the community at large a good, upright citizen.
Resolved, That this lodge room be draped in mourning, and brothers, wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days.
Resolved, That a copy
of the above resolutions be sent with the heart-felt sympathy of this lodge,
to the bereaved widow, that the same be published in the city papers, and
also be spread at large upon the records of this Lodge.
(William W. Coulter
married Martha A. Redman on 27 Oct 1857, in Gallatin Co., Ill.—Darrel
(A marker in Cairo City
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Maud Lancaster Aged 3 Yrs.—Darrel
married Sarah Hodge on 1 Feb 1865, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
In undertaking to raise
and rebury the remaining yellow fever dead, buried outside the Mississippi
Levee, we were encouraged by some of the best men of Cairo, who also
subscribed liberally towards that object. We have canvassed the city and
have done reasonably well, but still we want $58 more to do the work, as
there is $28 to be expended for new boxes and $42 for digging graves, for
which the sextons of the different cemeteries have a fixed price. We shall
wait on the citizens today to make up the deficiency, so as to be able to go
to work tonight, as the weather continues favorable.
WHEREAS, The members of the Rough and Ready Fire Company have heard with a deep and heartfelt regret of the death of their friend and companion, F. M. Stockfleth, and who was for many years associated with them as a member and as an officer of this company and whose genial qualities had endeared him to all connected with him. Therefore, be it
Resolved, That we desire to pay our humble tribute to his memory, and to his many good qualities. He was a good citizen, a warn and generous friend, a loving and devoted husband.
Resolved, That we deeply deplore and mourn his loss, and join in sympathy with the sorrow of his bereaved wife.
Resolved, That as a token of respect a leaf of the journal be set apart as a tablet and these resolutions inscribed thereon and that each member wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days and that the company hall be draped in mourning for the same length of time.
That these resolutions be published and a copy be furnished to the widow.
intelligence conveyed by the following telegrams, handed to us last night,
by Dr. Dunning, will cause profound sorrow throughout our entire
We regret to add that Dr. Dunning regards the recovery of Mr. Morris as an impossibility.
St. Barnards’ commandry
details a guard of honor tonight. Body will be placed in vault at Joliet
tomorrow. Have arranged with Joliet commandry to give proper escort to the
remains after the arrival in that city.
No intelligence since
that which conveyed the news of the death of Mr. Safford, has been
received by our citizens with evidence of more profound sorrow that that
which gave us the painful assurance that our fellow citizen, William H.
Morris, is no more of earth. After an illness of a few days, he died at
the home of his brother in Chicago, yesterday morning at half past 10
o’clock. We are in possession of no particulars concerning this most
lamentable event other than those already given to our readers.
Whereas, In the death of our fellow citizen, William H. Morris, the Knights of the Mystic Krew of Comus have lost a warm friend and earnest supporter, therefore
Resolved, That the members of this society for the love and respect they had in life for the lamented deceased, and the deep sorrow they feel in his death, wear the usual badge of mourning of this society.
That the foregoing preamble and resolution be spread upon record and a copy
be sent to the bereaved family of the deceased and published in the daily
From Mr. W. H. Candee, who returned from Chicago by the afternoon train, yesterday, we learned the following particulars concerning the sickness, death and burial of our late and much esteemed fellow citizen, Mr. William H. Morris:
Mr. Morris reached Chicago via St. Louis and Springfield, at both of which places he stopped over. When he arrived in Wilmington, where his parents reside, he discovered that he had taken a cold, but gave the matter but little attention. The next day he was one of a party that made the trip in a sleigh, from Wilmington to Kankakee and return, a distance of forty-four miles. It was about five o’clock in the morning when he returned from his trip, and complaining seriously of the cold, he took to his bed and slept soundly until 12 o’clock. He was somewhat ailing during Thursday and Friday, but was well enough to visit Chicago on Saturday. He stopped with his brother overnight and Sunday attended church. Returning from service, he complained of feeling chilled, through and through, and sat for some time directly over the register to warm himself. He didn’t dine, and had partaken of food very sparingly at breakfast. During Sunday night he moaned almost unceasingly. On Monday he was unable to leave his bed. A physician was called, but despite all the attention bestowed upon him he continued to grow worse. On Friday the physician pronounced his case to be very serious, and suggested that his wife be informed of the fact. Mrs. Morris promptly responded to the telegram announcing her husband’s sickness and reached his bedside Saturday night, where he constantly remained until the last. On Monday morning the patient appeared to be somewhat improved, so much so that his wife was inspired by the hope that the case was taking a favorable turn. The physician had left directions that if certain symptoms, which he described, should develop themselves, the patient should be subjected to a quarter-of-an-hour mustard bath. About 10 o’clock the symptoms described became noticeable and the bath was prepared. Mr. Morris had been in the bath probably six or eight minutes, when, with great earnestness of voice, as if impressed with the conviction of impending dissolution, he exclaimed: “Remove me from this quickly, or it will be too late.” He was immediately placed in his invalid’s chair, but had been moved but a short distance towards his bed, when, without a word or a struggle, he breathed his last. He died, reclining in the chair where he had been placed, not two minutes before.
No man, afflicted in like manner, ever suffered more intensely or more uncomplainingly. As he passed the first and the second critical stages of his disease, he expressed his doubts of his ability to endure the terrible gauntlets of suffering he was destined to pass before reaching the designated turning point. He reached the point, but to the great sorrow and deep grief of those who knew and those who loved him, he passed it, but only to enter the portals of another world.
The news of his death was immediately communicated to his friends in Cairo, and Mr. Candee, with the fatherless children, took the next train for Chicago, where he took part in paying the last sad respects to the body. The remains were taken in charge by the deceased’s brother Knights of Chicago, Templar, and attended by an Escort of Honor where conveyed to Joliet, where they were turned over the Sir Knights of that city, who conveyed them to their last resting place. The body was buried at the hour of half past four o’clock p.m. in the space owned and used by his father’s family. The most devoted attention was paid to him during his sickness and his body was put away by stranger hands, yet by those who were bound to him by mystic ties, strong as those of nature.
(The 1 Feb
1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Fannie P. Potter, wife
of H. F. Potter, of Mound City, died 23 Jan 1879, aged 2
At a special meeting of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer called for the purpose of passing appropriate resolutions relative to the death of Mr. William H. Morris, and held on the 27th day of January, 1879, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted.
WHEREAS, it has pleased Almighty God in His wise providence to take our deceased friend and brother, William H. Morris, who, for many years has worshipped with the congregation of the Church of the Redeemer, and has been a most efficient member of the choir of the same church, therefore,
Resolved, That we, the rector, wardens and vestry of the said church, feel that it is only due to his memory that we express our deep sense of the loss which in his deceased this parish has sustained, and do put on record our high appreciation of his services. Possessed of a rich and magnificent voice, he heartily used it in the praise of his Maker. He was proverbial for integrity and uprightness of character, for kindness of heart, for cheerfulness of disposition and courtesy of manner. He was a Christian gentleman in all the relations and circumstances of life, and a regular attendant upon the services of the church. His memory will not only be cherished by this vestry and parish, but by the community of which he was for so many years and honored member.
Resolved, That our sympathies are extended to the wife and family of our deceased brother, and we commend them to the care of Him who can alone help in time of trouble.
Resolved, That the rector be requested to hold a memorial service for Mr. William H. Morris on Sunday, the second day of February, 1879, at eleven o’clock a.m., and that an invitation to this service be extended by us to all the various organizations of which our brother was a member, as well as to the community in general.
Resolved, That in further testimony of our esteem a committee of three be appointed for the purpose of securing funds for placing a suitable and permanent tribute to his memory within the Church of the Redeemer, and that the same organizations above referred to, be requested to cooperate with us to the furtherance of this end.
Resolved, Also that a
page or our records be dedicated to his memory, and that the church organ
and music stand so long and faithfully used by our deceased brother be
draped in mourning for thirty days, and that a copy of these resolutions be
supplied the daily papers for publication and an engrossed copy thereof be
furnished his family.
(The 30 Jan 1879, issue
stated the notice should have read Mrs. Honnard.—Darrel Dexter)
P. S.—We had finished writing the above but a few minutes when we received intelligence of Mr. Beerwart’s death. He lingered along, gradually sinking, after the operation, until yesterday, when he died. Our local readers who knew Mr. Beerwart will receive this intelligence with feelings of genuine sorrow and regret, but not with surprise. His friends anticipated the worst when he left Cairo, and the news we now gives is only in confirmation of those fears. We have no details and cannot say, therefore, whether his remains will be brought to Cairo, or interred in Evansville. Particulars will be given tomorrow.
For the Memorial
services of W. H. Morris, deceased, the following order of services
has been announced:
The following tribute to the memory of Camilla, little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Capt. Charles T. Hinde, we clip from the river department of the Louisville Courier-Journal.
(Camilla, only child and daughter of Capt. Charles T. Hinde, died in Evansville, Sunday night, at 10 o’clock.)
At a meeting of the Delta City Fire Company, held on Thursday evening, the 30th ult., the following preamble and resolutions were reported and unanimously adopted:
WHEREAS, It has pleased the Ruler of the Universe, to remove hence our much esteemed brother and fireman, Mr. W. H. Morris, who died in the city of Chicago, on the 20th of January, 1879, and
WHEREAS, We deem it proper to give expression to our sorrow over the loss of so valuable a member of our company; upright and well-beloved citizen and indulgent affectionate, and provident husband and father. Therefore, be it
Resolved, That by the death of William H. Morris, this company has lost a valuable member and one who ever maintained a strong claim upon our friendship and confidence; that the community has lost an upright and exemplary citizen, who shrank from the performance of no duty public or private—a man who sympathized with the deserving poor, and to whom the hand asking charity was never extended in vain.
Resolved, That to the family of the deceased, who are deprived of a loving,
provident husband and affectionate and indulgent father, this company
extends an expression of sincere sympathy and condolence; and that as an
evidence of respect, we drape our hall in mourning, set aside a page of our
journal as sacred to the memory of our deceased brother, and cause the
publication of these resolutions in the city papers.
Whereas, W. T. Beerwart has been our 1st assistant chief of the fire department for a period of about four years, and was acting in that capacity when he received the injuries that eventuated in his death, therefore,
Resolved, That in the death of William T. Beerwart, this community has lost a good citizen, the city a most faithful, fearless, and efficient officer, and his family a kind and affectionate husband and father.
Resolved, That this preamble and resolution be spread upon the records of the city, and a copy delivered to the bereaved family.
On motion of Alderman Lancaster it was ordered that the report of the committee be received, and printed with the minutes of the proceedings.
Yesterday, a female child was born in this city, which was a remarkable
malformation. The child was fully developed, except that it was without
brains. The top of the head was flat, and where should have been brains, was
solid bone. From just above the eyebrows the head tapered back to the neck.
The appearance was very peculiar, and of very unusual occurrence. The child
was alive when born, and only survived a few minutes. The specimen has been
photographed, and will be preserved in alcohol by Dr. Crist, who was
the attending physician (Bloomington Leader).
(The 26 Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Jerry Ward.—Darrel Dexter)
Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Tom Ward.—Darrel Dexter)
Mar 1879, issue reported his name as Alexander Allen, alias Ex
Mar 1879, issue reported his name as Alexander Allen, alias Ex
(The 13 Mar 1879, issue reported the woman’s correct name was Annie Murry.—Darrel Dexter)
The editor of the Now and Then, an insurance monthly, writes thus feelingly and truly of our late fellow citizens, William H. Morris:
On Monday, January 20, 1879, Mr. William H. Morris, suddenly departed this life at the house of his brother in Chicago, after a painful illness of short duration. He had left his home in Cairo but a few days before to visit his parents at Wilmington, Illinois, and his brother in Chicago. A violent cold contracted from an extended sleigh ride in the night in supposed to have been the cause of crushing out a life that indicated perfect health and the full vigor of mature manhood. He was born at Jordan, N.Y., September 4, 1831. At the time of his death he was in his thirty-eighth year. He had lived in Cairo some eighteen years, and was there engaged in banking and insurance. In the insurance business in connection with the honored and lamented A. B. Safford and H. H. Candee, the only surviving member of the firm of Safford, Morris & Candee, he represented the American Central Insurance Company from 1869 until the day of his death. No agent in our whole corps of 1,100 wrote so bold, finished and elegant hand as he. He was urbane, cultivated, generous, exemplary, upright, and devout. He was an accomplished musician and a genial gentleman. In every circle where he moved, in business, in literature, in music, in benevolence, in the church, a void has appeared from his death, which occasions heartfelt grief. The grief found expression appropriate and striking at his obsequies in Cairo, in his draped organ and music stand, in the resolutions of respect and sorrow passed by the vestry of the church to which he belonged, by the Masonic orders with which he was connected, by other societies charitable, and literary wherein he had membership, and by a church crowded by mourners at his funeral, so representing all classes of society that all badges and regalia were discarded in order that the embodied community might be known as mourners, in the presence of that mysterious power that exalts humanity by placing the king and the peasant, the merchant prince and beggar, upon the same platform as children of the Most High, called from labor on earth to eternal refreshment in the paradise of God. We speak from a personal acquaintance of eighteen years with this departed friend. He deserved to live long because the world is made better by such lives as his. He deserves the commendations bestowed by the multitude of his mourning friends. In the land where the angels sing, where the good are gathered forever, that great multitude which no man can number, with Safford and Morris as the appointed time for each shall come, may all the family find an eternal home and inheritance.”
Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Alexander Allen, better known in
Cairo as Eck Billingsby.—Darrel Dexter)
Yesterday morning we heard that Sheriff Hodges had arrested a negro
woman named Ross, a resident of Twentieth Street, because, during
Saturday evening, she had with the persistent heartlessness of a fiend,
chocked her three-year-old stepdaughter to death. The story was that the
child’s eight-year-old brother had informed the neighbors that he had seen
his stepmother choke his little sister until she turned black in the face
and quit moving. Thinking that there might be something in the story we
visited the locality and learned that Sheriff Hodges had been there
to push inquires, but made no arrests. The body denied that he had told the
story charged to him, “but” said the gossips of the street, “of course he
was scared out of the truth, knowing that there was plenty of choking left
to go all around the family.” But it soon came out, covered deeply with the
chaff of speculation, conjecture, and nonsense that the little girl,
although playing on the streets, up to supper time Friday evening, had been
suffering from an attack of dysentery. During the night she discharged
bloody mucous, copiously, and on Saturday morning she was a corpse. The very
fact that furnishes an explanation of the child’s death otherwise, is
accepted by some of the colored women of the neighborhood, as conclusive
proof that death was caused by strangulation. The deceased’s aunt is
impregnably fortified in the conviction that the child was choked to death,
because the stools resembled calf’s brains. And this forms the whole story.
The child died of bloody-flux or dysentery, and the report that its
stepmother killed it, has not better foundation, we dare say, than the
inferences, conjectures, and concoctions of ignorant women.
Editor Cairo Bulletin:
I saw in the columns of The Bulletin of the 6th inst., in the first item of the Thebes correspondence signed “Mrs. Snobs,” that a dead body was found in Esq. Thompson’s wheat field, said to be the body of one “Mrs. Morrison alias Brewster,” who had been an inmate of the poor house. Mrs. Snobs not being well informed of the facts and conditions, I will make a full report of the true facts of the case, to correct error, for the benefit of the public, deceased’s friends and family, if any.
First, the body found was recognized by four or five jurymen to be the body of a woman by the name of Mrs. Murry; but, with some difference of opinion concerning her christian name. Some thought her name to be Jane while others thought it Annie, but not Morrison alias Brewster.
Second. The cause of her death—God knows best—but after a thorough examination of the body, the jurors were of the opinion that the cause of her death was from being destitute of clothing, food and shelter. The body was completely destitute of everything pertaining to comfort—being thinly clad in cotton goods, having on no stockings, thin shoes, completely worn out, and no shawl. Deceased also had in her bosom some black walnuts, which would naturally lead persons to believe that she had gathered them for the purpose of relieving her hunger. The jurors came to the conclusion that no woman of the age of 45 or 50 years, could survive the inclemency of the previous weather, particularly with such thin clothing and an empty stomach. It is not at all probable, therefore, that death resulted from disease of the heart of apoplectic stroke. It is more probable that she died of disheartened disease, as she realized her position—without home or friends.
Now, I will give you a copy of the verdict agreed upon by the jurors:
“We, the undersigned, jurors, sworn to inquire of the death of Annie Murry, on oath do find that she came to her death by destitution, starvation and want of shelter.
Severe Marchildon, foreman; Thomas Garner, John Ham, Green P. Garner, Holden Cully, Louis Petitt, O. G. Ford, John A. Dolman, Charles Mason, C. Bradshaw, William Petitt, Hugh Crain.”
Editor—By publishing the above statement you will do justice to the jurors,
POSTCRIPT—We speak above, of John Holland’s condition, as we noted it yesterday at midday. In the evening Alderman Foley, Mr. Thomas Morgan and perhaps others, arranged for his reception into the hospital, and securing Mr. Cheney’s spring wagon, lifted the poor fellow therein, and before reaching the hospital they discovered that they were hauling John Holland’s miserable and emaciated dead body. He had, without a struggle, died while on the way. Driving to the hospital, the parties in charge refused, of course, to receive the dead body, so turning about they drove to office of Dr. Wood, overseer of the poor, who, although having no public funds to apply to such uses, directed that the body be stowed away for the night, with a view, probably to its burial this morning. And thus was John Holland mercifully released from his sad straight.
yesterday morning at half past twelve o’clock, infant daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. J. E. Parks, aged eight months.
corner of Commercial Avenue and Twenty-eighth Street, in this city, is a
large dilapidated, two-story frame building. From the circumstance that a
portion of the lumber used in the construction of the building is full of
auger holes, the structure is known as
building is occupied by a half dozen or more colored men and women, and is
the known resort of prostitutes. The frequenters of the house are of the
lower class of negroes, including a large percentum of river men; and the
stories that gain currency, of the dissipation, debauchery, fights and
frolics in which these frequenters, joined by the inmates, are said to
indulge, are numerous, and of the most shameful and debasing character. As
the building is rather isolated, and there are but few families in the
neighborhood to be annoyed or disturbed by the oft-recurring orgies of the
place, the participants have escaped the penalties to which they have so
frequently rendered themselves liable.
answer to our inquires he informed us that a negro man had been murdered at
the corner of Twenty-eighth Street and Commercial, and that he had the
murderer confined in jail. We immediately repaired to the spot indicated
and found the house, the sidewalk and street in front, crowded with men,
women and children, the blacks largely predominating. Learning where the
body could be found, we reached the second floor of the building over a
filthy, rickety flight of stairs that led directly to a door of a room in
which had gathered a dozen or more of negro women, most of them
together the answers we received to inquires, we are enabled to give the
following version of the affair, which will, we think, prove generally
correct: Living in the “Hole-in-the-Wall” was a middle-aged negro man named
Charley Glass. He kept, and sometimes acknowledged as his wife, a
negro woman, about twenty-two years of age, who is known by the name of Ruth
Brown. Carter Newman was a steamboat roustabout, and arrived
in Cairo a few days ago on the John A. Scudder, and had been in the
habit of taking his meals with Glass, who had known him from
boyhood. Ruth Brown being about the house much of her time,
Newman soon obtained a footing of familiar terms with her, and Glass
became jealous. On Thursday last he worked himself into a furious passion,
and attempted to chastise Ruth for her alleged infidelity to him, but
Newman being on hand, interfered, and Ruth escaped, but Glass’
blood was up, and he swore by everything sacred that
10 o’clock Sunday forenoon Newman gave or promised to give Ruth a
dollar. Both of them repaired to the room in which the body was found, and
shortly afterwards Ruth and other inmates of the house, visited the
photographic tent in the neighborhood, to get a picture taken. Newman
remained on the bed, and soon fell into a sound sleep, face downward. A
colored woman named Mrs. Sarah McFadden, occupying an adjoining room,
was the only person besides Newman, left on the upper floor of the
building. It was at this junction that Charley Glass made his
appearance. He asked Mrs. McF. to loan him her axe as he wished to
split some kindling wood. The axe was handed to him, and few steps brought
him to Newman’s bedside, and in a few seconds more, the poll of the
consummation of this most damning and hellish deed, occupied less than a
minute’s time. Dropping the axe in the room where he had used it, Glass
descended the stairs, and meeting Ruth Brown and one Ellen
McKearney, shook them both by the hands, and telling them they would
never see him any more, he passed on. Ellen McKearney, hurrying
upstairs and entering the room in which she had left Newman lying,
saw the body, and rushing out of the house again, gave the alarm. Glass
continued his way up the sidewalk a short distance, left the line of the
street, and passing out into the commons turned around and shaped his course
downtown. Just what his purpose was, is not known, but news of the murder
spread so rapidly that before he had reached a point two hundred yards
distant from the scene of his bloody work, a crowd of thirty or forty
colored men and a number of whites were in close pursuit. The cry was
Newman was a rather comely black man, aged about twenty-four years.
He was not a drinking man, and although his associates were of the lower and
more vicious grade of negroes, he was not regarded as a quarrelsome man or a
dangerous one. He was unmarried, and his father and mother—now well
advanced in years—reside in Louisville, Kentucky. For further details read
the following “brief” of the evidence drawn out during the coroner’s
inquest, which was held yesterday morning, by Richard Fitzgerald,
Esq., county coroner:
Summoning the following named gentlemen to act as jurors: James Sumerwell, John Rees, Charles H. Murdock, O. A. Osborn, James Kynaston, Richard Walsh, Edward Jones, Pat Kennedy, Herb A. Harrell, James T. Allen, John Quinn, John Tyler—the coroner proceeded to the scene of the homicide, where, after naming Mr. James Sumerwell as foreman, and viewing the body of the deceased, he commenced his inquiry.
Charley Glass, the murderer being sworn, was shown the body, and in answer to questions said, “Yes, that’s Carter Newman; that’s the man I killed. I killed him with an axe.” While surveying the bloody body he gave no indications of sorrow, of remorse, or of fear of the dreadful consequences he had invoked. He was, to all appearance, less concerned about the matter than any other man in the room.
The jury and the prisoner having seen and identified the body, repaired to a room below, and excluding the throng that had gathered to feast on the “horrors” of the occasion, proceeded to business. The first witness examined was the prisoner, Charley Glass. He said he visited the room they had just left, about 10 o’clock, Sunday morning. Saw “his woman,” Ruth Brown, in there with Newman, and rebuked her for dressing in the presence of a man. She replied that she wasn’t dressing—was merely putting on her corsets. She further said that I had tried to kill her two or three times and would have succeeded but for Newman. She loved Newman, she said, hated me, and had left me for good. I then left, went across the street and talked with Jim Monroe, awhile. Seeing Ruth and Ellen leave the house, I returned, went upstairs, picked up the axe in Mrs. McFadden’s room, and went into the room where Newman was. I didn’t intend to kill him. I had leased the house, and sublet portions of it. I told Newman who was sitting on the bed, to get up and get out of that. He then ordered me to leave. I then up with the axe and struck him. The first lick was light, but knocked him over. The second lick was very heavy, and killed him. I then set the axe down, went down stairs and started up street. (The balance of Glass’ testimony adds nothing new to what has already been detailed.)
Ruth Brown was then sworn. She had been Glass’ woman for about a year, and they had thought of getting married and living decently, but he had been beating and abusing her for more than a week, and last Sunday she told him she wouldn’t live with him any longer, but wanted her things and they would part. He replied that he was a good man—as good a man as she could find, and he would not stand it. About 9 o’clock Sunday morning witness, Ellen McKerney and Newman were in Ellen’s room (where the murder was committed). Newman asked if he could lie down. Wyatt McKerney then came in and says, “Come, Newman, let’s go have fun on levee.” Newman says, “No, I ship tomorrow and want to sleep.” Witness was adjusting her corset. Glass came in saw Newman lying on bed and quarreled with witness for stripping before men. Witness said she wasn’t stripping, but was putting on her corset. Glass then left in a bad humor, and shortly afterwards witness passed downstairs. She was speedily joined by Ellen, and the two repaired to the photographic tent, but finding it full, started back to the house, and met Glass coming up the street. He shook hands with both of them and bid them “good bye.” (The rest of this woman’s testimony was unimportant.)
Ellen McKerney corroborated Ruth’s statements, and added that when Ruth passed out of the room, she, the witness, told Newman not to put his feet on her bed. She then joined Ruth on the sidewalk and the town went to the gallery. Coming back they met Glass as already stated. Ruth thought he was going to Mound City to get work; witness thought he was going to the river to drown himself, and beseeched Ruth to go with her and keep him from destroying himself. The two continued their course, however, until they reached the house. Witness hurried to her room to get dinner, and seeing Newman, lying asleep, as she thought, she pulled him by the pantaloon’s leg to awaken him, and instantly afterwards discovered that he had been murdered and gave the alarm by running downstairs crying “Murder!”
McFadden, who occupies a room adjoining that in which the murder was
committed, stated that she had lived in the building about a week; Glass
entered her room between 11 and 12 o’clock Sunday morning, and picking up an
axe which she had borrowed from Ellen McKerney, opened the door and
passed into the room where Newman was. She heard no talk, no
conversation of any kind, but heard three heavy “thugs” and thought Glass
was splitting kindling. A moment afterwards Glass came out of the
room, without the axe, closed the door behind him, and without saying a
word, passed out of the house. Shortly afterwards Ellen McKerney
came upstairs, passed into the room, where Newman was, but
immediately raised the cry of “Blood! Brains! Murder!” and ran down stairs
and into the street. This was the first intimation Mrs. McFadden had
that a murder had been committed.
this testimony the jury very properly arrived at the conclusion that Carter
Newman had come to his death from blows upon the head inflicted with
an axe in the hands of Charles Glass, and that the killing was
Friday, 28 Mar 1879:
Looking over the columns of the Argus-Journal we find that we are censured by a correspondent from this locality for “neglected duty” in the case of Hannah Murray.
Now to “business.” In the first place they accuse the poorhouse keeper of retaining the poor woman’s clothing for a night’s lodging, which is false, as she left them on her own account and never called for them. (Remember the keeper lives in town and has the poor house conducted by an able assistant.) Further, the keeper made out a list of articles remaining in his hands and sent it to the county board for disposal, who ordered the clothing sold to the highest bidder.
Then comes an accusation against the overseer for “duty neglected,” and to make it appear that Hannah Murray was denied admission to the poor house, which is (accurately speaking) a LIE, which the records will show.
We herewith attach some certificates which may enlighten a few interested individuals, as well as all others who care to know the facts.
is to certify that Dr. Gibbs, overseer of the poor, left orders with
me to receive Mrs. Murray when she returned, but requested me to have
her look out for a home, every morning, and, as stated above, receive her at
night. I further state that she was not sick when she left, and neither had
she been during her stay at the poor house.
to certify that I am somewhat acquainted with the circumstances of the case
concerning the death, etc., of Mrs. Hannah Murray, and consider that
Dr. Gibbs did his duty in the case, also that the keeper, Mr. T. A.
Brown, is not necessitated to, neither would he, retain a “poor
woman’s” clothing for a night’s lodging.
conclusion permit us to say in reply to the Argus-Journal’s request
that it “should be taken up by the county commissioners and sifted to the
bottom”—we wish they would. In fact it’s just what we want, for the benefit
of the inquiring friends of Hannah Murray, as we are confident that
the “sifting” would result in finding the “chaff” or “bran” a mischief
A. Peeler married Lotta O’Hare on 18 Dec 1873, in Pulaski Co.,
Rix married Melinda Kee on 3 Apr 1868, in Alexander Co.,
Saturday, 12 Apr 1879:
Apr 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Mrs. Ed Hathaway
committed suicide on 11 Apr 1879, after trying to kill her husband.—Darrel
report of the death of Harper was incorrect as evidenced by the other
accounts of the incident in this same issue and subsequent ones.—Darrel
called Dick Bradshaw in the 13 May 1879, issue. His name was likely
Richard W. G. Bradshaw, who was in the 1870 census of District 5,
McCracken Co., Ky., age 5, mulatto, born in Kentucky. His parents were
Willie and Caroline Bradshaw. They appear on the 1880 census of
Metropolis, Massac Co., Ill., as Willis and Caroline Bradshaw, but
Dick is not listed in the household.—Darrel Dexter)
Apr 1879, and 3 May 1879, issues of the Jonesboro Gazette reported
that L. J. “Jack” Davis died at the St. Nicholas Hotel in Anna of
paralysis on 23 Apr 1879. A marker in Dongola American Legion Cemetery
reads: In Memory of L. J. Davis, Departed this Life Apr. 23, 1879,
Aged 26 Yrs.—Darrel Dexter)
Died, at 9 o’clock p.m., Tuesday, Mrs. Mary Reauman. The funeral will take place from the residence of her son-in-law, George Lohr, corner Twenty-third and Sycamore streets, at half past two o’clock, this (Thursday) afternoon. Special funeral train will leave foot of Tenth Street for Villa Ridge at 3 o’clock. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
Lohr married Catherine E. Rayman on 27 May 1866, in Alexander
Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
(William Hulen, born about 1828, in Tennessee, is in the 1870 census
of Unity Precinct, Alexander Co., Ill. His wife was Rachel Hulen,
born about 1828 in Illinois. Children listed with them in 1870 were Adelia,
17; Cath., 14; Arzela, 12; Julia, 10; Francies, 7; Wigley, 5; John, 6
1870 census of Paducah, McCracken Co., Ky., shows Rhoda Owens, 25,
mulatto, born in Kentucky. Her husband was John Owens, 30, mulatto,
born in North Carolina. Their children were: Charles, 11; Hilliard, 9, and
George, 3.—Darrel Dexter)
(Henry Mayo was tried for murdering Charles McClellan and Elisha Fox as reported in the 23 Mar 1866, 11 Apr 1866, and 25 Apr 1866, Cairo Daily Democrat. He was sentenced to life, but the 1 Apr 1869, issue stated that he was back in Cairo and had been released from prison—Darrel Dexter)
(Anderson Sammons married Mrs. Elizabeth Delaney on 10 Apr
1853, in Alexander Co., Ill. Anderson Sammons married Rosie M.
Rinaldo on 2 Sep 1870, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
(The man’s name was Thomas McAuliff. He married Nancy E. Wright on 7 Aug 1871, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
May 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Joseph G. Cormick
died at his residence in Centralia on 11 May 1879, aged 55 years, 3 months,
1 day.—Darrel Dexter)
Whereas, Our sister Celestia Jenkins Henderson has been removed from us by the wise and loving hand of our Heavenly Father, be it
Resolved, That the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union has lost a faithful and honored member, one who will be missed, and whose example was most worthy of imitation.
Resolved, That while we deeply regret her loss, we realize that she has entered into rest, and from days and nights of pain, has been released to that land where the inhabitant saith not, “I am sick.”
Resolved, That we pay our best tribute to her memory by working more earnestly for the cause so dear to her heart, and that while we work, we shall think of her as still interested in us and our efforts and so “keep her memory green.”
Resolved, That these resolutions be placed upon record, and that a copy be
sent to the family of our departed sister.
E. I. Mitchell, G. W. Smith, and C. House were constituted a committee by the Centralia Lodge 201 of A. F. and A. M., to prepare resolutions commemorative of the lodge’s respect and esteem for its late co-worker, Joseph G. Cormick, deceased, and in discharge of that duty the committee pay the following handsome tribute to deceased’s character:
“We are again called upon to stand by the open grave of one of our beloved brethren, and it is indeed hard for us, in this beautiful spring time, when nature is springing up in the newness of life, to consign one who was so much endeared to us to the embrace of death.
It is meet and proper that we lay to rest the remains of our departed brother here in the city which he loved so well, among whose citizens he spent a large portion of his life, and by whom he has more than once called to assume the duties of the highest office in their power to bestow. The important office of mayor he filled with credit to himself and the satisfaction of the community, and no one had the interests of the city more at heart than he.
As a member of this lodge he cheerfully responded when summoned to assist any of his brethren in distress.
search long ere we find a more affectionate husband, or a more kind and
his genial smile will never more be seen in our lodge, it shall be our
pleasure to keep his memory fresh in our recollections, and our duty to
emulate his virtues in our lives.”
was charged with the murder of Carter Newman, not Newman Noggs.—Darrel
Thursday, 15 May 1879, issue stated, “Johanna Talbot, a widow woman
with six small children, was ejected from the house she occupied yesterday,
because of her inability to pay rent. There may be those who will deprecate
the heartlessness that seems to be involved in the widow’s ejectment, but as
the owner of the building is a poor person and as the widow had occupied it
ever since last summer, let only those throw stones at him who have given
more than he has given. If that rule shall govern there will be no stones
thrown. But the poor woman is in a sad strait and should be helped at
Col. E. B. Watkins is dead! This announcement went abroad Sunday morning causing profound astonishment and regret, among all classes of people, to whom the Colonel was known. He died at his home in Mound City, at the hour of 3 o’clock a.m., on the 18th inst., of congestion of the stomach. But a few days ago he was with us, hale and vigorous, jovial and light-hearted, with what seemed to be a stronghold upon many years of life, and with a manifest disposition to enjoy them, as they passed. But today he is dead—the cultured brain has ceased its action, the warm, generous, manly heart has stilled its throbs, the hand that gave so much and often in charity, no longer responds to the good impulses of the mind, for all that is left of the good citizen, the indulgent and provident husband and father, the true man, is the dull, dead material form—the mortal part upon which is already fastened the processes of decomposition and decay.
Twenty-five years ago Col. Watkins, then a boy of eighteen, landed at Cairo to await the arrival of a steamer for St. Louis. He has often told us how, that he might save a few quarters he had left in his pocket, he took neither dinner nor supper, and sat upon a log on the drift-covered wharf the whole night. Hunger overcoming him the next morning, he dropped into the old Delta House and got his breakfast. Having to pay 30 cents for the meal, his stock of money became so reduced that he was compelled to abandon the idea of even a deck passage to his intended destination. Accordingly, almost purposeless, but in the hope that something to his advantage would “turn up” he started on foot up the line of the Illinois Central railroad. Reaching Cache River he saw a number of men loading railroad iron from the Ohio River and inquiring for the “boss” he was referred to Dr. Arter. The Doctor seeing a well-dressed, intelligent young man, and hearing him express a willingness to do “anything,” set him at the work of piling and burning brush, expecting that a few hours’ service would cure the young man of the romance that he was either willing or able to perform manual labor of any kind. But, much to the Dr.’s surprise and gratification, the young man showed himself industrious and persevering. From brush burning he soon passed to the position of account keeper for the Doctor, and a few months later, through the Doctor’s influence, he was placed in charge of the Shiloh school at Villa Ridge—a position he filled intelligently and to the entire satisfaction of the whole neighborhood. From this time forth his future seemed provided for. Making his home at Caledonia he studied law. At the end of two or three years he passed a very successful examination and was licensed to practice. In the winter of 1861 he was married to a daughter of Judge J. M. Davidge, of Caledonia, with whom he lived most happily up to the time of his death—six children, living, being the issue of the union.
Mr. Watkins was an ardent Democrat. In the year 1862 he was returning home from a squirrel hunt in the Kentucky woods opposite his Caledonia home, when he was overtaken by a couple of Federal scouts sent out from Columbus. He was, in spite of his protestations, hurried off to Columbus, where he was thrown into a noisome guardhouse, and detained for an interval of three weeks. Refused communication with his friends, not allowed to purchase even straw to lie upon, the ordeal was too much for him. On reaching home he was prostrated and for many weeks his recovery was regarded as decidedly problematic.
In the year 1868, he was elected county clerk of his county, and filled the office to the end of his term intelligently, and to the entire satisfaction of everybody concerned. Two years later he was elected as the minority representative from his district to the General Assembly of the State, where he at once took high rank alike as a debater and thinker, constantly maintaining the dignity of his position and reflecting credit upon the people of his district.
pursuit of his profession he was successful and had, in the immense bodies
of lands of which he died seized, a goodly showing of the fruits of his
success. He was a most genial companion and a warm hearted devoted friend.
He was a brilliant conversationalist, a close reader of the best authors,
and a thoroughly educated gentleman. That he was without enemies, we cannot
say, for no man of his positive nature could make a friend of everybody. He
was high-minded, and, despite his pompous bearing, as tenderhearted and
sympathetic as a child. In short, in the death of Colonel Watkins his
family, his neighborhood and southern Illinois have lost a friend, a useful
citizen, and a good man. He was in the 43rd year of his age.
(The 24 May 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported the name of
the deceased as Noah Corzine and stated he was hit on the head with a
brick and died Monday, 19 May 1879. The death certificate in Union Co.,
Ill., states Noah Corzine died 20 May 1879, at the Illinois Southern
Hospital for the Insane of a fractured skull. He was 28, married, a farmer,
and was buried at Dongola—Darrel Dexter)
Of the many sorrowful and lamentable surprises to which our community has been subjected during the past year or two, none has been more intense than that which followed the announcement of the death of Rev. St. John Dillon-Lee, rector of the Church of the Redeemer. His sickness was generally known, and known to be of a serious and most painful type, but on Thursday he was thought to be resting easier, and no one apprehended a fatal termination. On the contrary, it was believed that he would recover. About eleven o’clock Thursday night, however he was taken worse and his attending physician responded to the call, and remained at his bedside until 2 o’clock. Again at five o’clock yesterday morning the physician was summoned, and remaining until half past seven, left the patient in a comparatively easy sleep. Shortly after the physician’s departure, a great charge was noticeable—the patient grew rapidly worse, and in half an hour was a corpse—the intelligence going out over the city at 8 o’clock that Rev. Dillon-Lee was dead! He was first attacked with inflammation of the stomach and bowels, and finally inflammation seems to have involved his whole system.
No minister that ever located in Cairo ever gained a stronger hold upon the affections of his parishioners, or upon the friendship, respect and confidence of the people in general than Rev. Dillon-Lee. He was of a nervous temperament, ardent, cordial and impulsive. Eminently sociable in his nature, a brilliant and fascinating conversationalist, and entirely free from that reserve and stiff-restraint that render men unapproachable, he won the respect and admiration of everybody with whom he was thrown in contact. As a minister of the gospel, he was deeply read, and having added his theological lore to a thorough classical education, his sermons were regarded as the most scholarly, eloquent and impressive ever delivered from the pulpit he occupied at the time of his death. He was a man whom anybody could approach—the child, the laborer, black or white, were greeted with courtesy and cordiality, and always left him sensibly impressed with the truth that they had met a gentleman. He seemed to have an eye to the bright side of life, in everything, and to every social circle, he came as the sunshine gladdening all about him. True to the holy vows he had taken, yet he sought to make what he had learned to believe “the right way,” the way of pleasantness and of peace, and to convince the world that the brightest and best life was the life of a Christian. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that the sudden snatching away of such a man and minister, such a friend and companion, should fill all our people, with feelings of profound sorrow and regret. But the community’s loss and the people’s grief are not to be compared to the heart-cutting anguish that fairly crazes the devoted wife and fatherless children. They have the unbounded sympathy of all who appreciate the great measure of their bereavement, but expressions of sympathy in such a case seem but empty words. Time alone can serve to heal such wounds of heart and soul as they are suffering.
the disposition of the body we have no positive information. Deceased’s
father, who is now in Ontario, Canada, will probably arrive here Sunday. In
that event the matter of the disposal of the remains will be determined and
the funeral services held on Tuesday. Meanwhile the body will be at the
residence, in charge of the Knights Templar, of which order deceased was an
Wednesday, 4 Jun 1879:
The country is called upon to mourn the loss of a good old man, a staunch patriot, a brave soldier and a life-long Democrat. We refer to General James Shields, of Missouri, who died in Ottumwa, Iowa, on Sunday last.
General Shields was born in Ireland in 1810, and came to the United States when a mere boy. About fifty years ago he located in Illinois, and soon afterwards commenced the practice of law. He served gallantly in the Mexican War, and upon his return home was elected to the United States Senate. At the end of his senatorial term he removed to the then growing territory of Minnesota, where, upon the admission of the territory into the Union as a State, he was again elected as a Democrat to the U. S. Senate. After a few years residence in Minnesota he moved to Missouri. On the outbreak of the rebellion he declared for the Union and was commissioned Brigadier General of volunteers. He rendered most gallant and efficient service in Virginia, but was never pushed into conspicuous service. Returning home, after the close of the war, he was elected to Congress, as a Democrat, receiving a majority of nearly four thousand votes. His right to take his seat was questioned by his Republican competitor, and, despite his overwhelming majority, the Republican House refused him his seat and gave it to his competitor. From that time until about two years ago he lived in quiet and retirement, occasionally taking the stump for the national Democratic Party and never without telling effect. He was proud and ambitious, but very poor, and the government, for thirteen years in the hands of the Republicans, neglected to make provision for him, although he was known as “the bullet ridden hero of two wars”—incapable, because of his wounds to pursue his profession.
winter the Missouri Legislature elected him to the United States Senate to
fill out the term of Senator Bogy. Thus he was made “the Senator from
three states” as well as the hero of two wars.
Jun 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Gen. James Shields
was born in County Tyrone, Ireland, and formerly lived in Randolph Co.,
telegram probably announced the death of his grandson, Willie H.
Schuchardt, whose death was reported in the 7 Jun 1879, Jonesboro
Gazette. He was the infant son of Helen A. Schuchardt and died
at the residence of Judge Dougherty.—Darrel Dexter)
May 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that A. N. Dougherty, the
third son of John Dougherty, died 24 May 1879, of heart disease, aged
42 years.—Darrel Dexter)
deceased man’s name is recorded as Lum Shufflebarger or
Shufflebarker in the 8 Jun 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)
The People vs. Thomas Ross, for the Murder of Charles Johnson—The Facts as Presented to the Jury.
After exhausting the regular panel and calling in twenty-five or thirty talismen, the jury in the case of the People vs. Thomas Ross, colored, was finally empanelled, yesterday, about noon. The attorneys for the State and the accused addressed the jury preliminarily and then proceeded to the examination of witnesses.
The first witness called was Dr. Maxey: My Name is W. C. Maxey; live in Hodges Park; was not acquainted with Charles Johnson, was called on a Sunday in March; I lived about two and a half miles from where Johnson was, he was at Long’s house; he was lying down on the floor; I tried to find the ball; there was considerable hemorrhage and waste of blood; after cutting through his clothing I found that there was some five or six buckshot that had entered the “ecronium” region on the back of the shoulder; three shot struck the point of the shoulder and glanced inwardly one struck the scapula and passed outwardly; the fifth struck above the scapula and ranged downwardly and inwardly. There seemed to be sufficient vitality, but he was in a racking pain; there were five shots in the shoulder; six or seven duck shot struck the left side of his face; I got there about 12 o’clock; I had seen Ross before the trouble; I had met him when I went to see Johnson on returning home on the next morning. Ross hailed me and asked if the man was badly hurt; told him he was and asked him what he put such a big load in the gun for, and he said he did it to hurt him, he said Johnson was following him around and said he left the shop to avoid him. This occurred in the evening or the next morning after the shooting, I am not certain which.”
Cross-examined. “The fatal shot was above the scapula and ranging down; the bird shot in his face were fired at a range of 45 degrees; there were 5 or 6 large shots in the back; the lowest shot was just above the scapular bone.”
Nathan Johnson: “Name is Nathan Johnson; live in Pulaski County; don’t know where Peter Ware lived; Johnson was brought to my house about two months ago; it was in February about dark; don’t know who brought him there; we carried him in the house and laid him on the bed; he died there; we brought him there Thursday; when I went back I found him dead; I found 16 wounds on him; most of them were in his side; he told me he could not live unless he got the Dr.; he said, “I can’t live.”
Cross examination unimportant.
Almarion Worthington.—Live at Sandusky; know Johnson; saw him after he was shot on Sunday morning; helped the Dr. take Johnson’s clothing off; most of the large shot were in the shoulder; the Dr. extracted one shot; I went to Ware’s house on that day, but did not find any blood; it was 12 steps from the door where the man was lying; on the west side; there was no obstruction between the house and where Johnson fell; he fell nearly directly in front of the door of the house; he had a brush fence around his house; the house was 300 yards from the big road; I helped take Johnson into Ware’s house.
George Long.—Live 3 miles above Hodges Park; live 150 or 200 yards south of Peter Ware’s house; saw Johnson at my house; he was shot though the left shoulder and left side of the face; Johnson was taken from my house to Peter Ware’s house; in the evening I went to the place where he was said to have fallen—10 steps from the house; saw no tracks but saw signs of blood; it was about 12 o’clock when we took Johnson to Ware’s; it was after Doc. had got through, or about 3 o’clock when I examined the ground.
Peter Ware (prosecuting witness).—I live in Alexander County; now live in Cairo; then lived between Unity and Sandusky; last April; live next to George Long about 200 yards north of Long’s house; knew Johnson and Ross; knew Johnson; saw him 4th time; knew Ross about one month; Ross was stopping with me; he had been there about two weeks before the accident; it was about 11:30 o’clock when difficulty took place; it came to pass that Mr. Johnson came to my house on Sunday, and called, and told me he wanted to see me; he told me he was coming over next Sunday; he came over next Sunday, and Mr. Ross got up and said “there is that nigger,” I went to the door and said “good morning;” Charles replied “good morning Mr. Ware.” he said “I have been and seen Mr. Mitchell and he said those things are not so.” Told him I would rather he would not come to my house, for I told him I did not built my house for a “fussy house;” he said, “all right, Mr. Ware.” He starts off a whistling. Mr. Ross said, “See here, Charles; you have followed me up enough.” Replied Johnson, “I will come here when I get ready.” Ross says, “I will see about it.” The next thing he shot him down (witness claps hands representing the pop of the gun). Said to Ross that he should not have shot that man, for he was going away whistling; he said “Don’t you say that for it will go against me. Say that he turned around to have a fuss with me.” I never have told that yet; there was no fuss; Charles Johnson never said a word to him until he hailed him; Ross went to the Park after the shooting; my wife was in the house; Ross never sat down after he told me that; I did not see him any more; my house sets north and south; I was leaning against the door; the gun was behind the door; I raised up, at the crack of the gun; run to the window first; he first stepped six steps from my door; he was the steps from the door when he was shot; he was going toward Atherton’s; I examined his person and found no weapon; Mrs. Long and I went to him before anyone touched him; I was working at Tim Mauley’s and there was a squirrel charge in the gun; Ross said there was a few “blue whistlers” in my gun’ he never told me where the got the blue whistlers.
Cross Examination.—I knew Ross about one month; I don’t know where he lived; when I came back he was boarding at my house, stayed there two weeks. Johnson was living out near Sandy Ridge; Johnson came over the Sunday before Ross was there; he came there about half past eleven o’clock; after Ross had shot Johnson he went out of the door and away; Bill Weimeyer came and Ross went to the Park; after shooting I did not have any more conversation with Ross until I went to Charles; never told any person in Cairo that if Ross got clear I would kill him.”
Ellen Ware (P. W.’s wife): “I was living near Long’s house when the trouble took place; was at home on the day when the trouble took place; heard Johnson hollow; seemed like he was close up to the door; Ware went up to the door; Charley came to our house after we had breakfast and hollowed “halloa!” and Ware opened the door. “Say, Charley, I told Mr. Mitchell about those stories you told and he said they were not so,” said Ware. “I did not build this house for a fussing house, Charley, and I want no fuss here.” said Ware; Johnson said nothing; Ware told him he wanted him to stay from the house; Ross was sitting near the fire and got up and went to the door saying, “I want you to quit following me up, Charley; I think you have followed me enough.” Charley said he would come there when he got ready; Charley run his hand in his pocket and Mrs. Ross shot him down; did not see him shoot, but heard the gun; I did not see him run his hand in his pocket, but Mr. Ross told me so; I went to the door and I saw Johnson sitting down ten steps from the door; Ross did not stay there very long before he went away; Peter went to Long’s after the shooting; Mr. Ross was the first person who came up; Ross was by the fire when Johnson was talking.
Cross-examined.—Charles came up and Ware came to the door and the same conversation followed as related above.
this constitutes the whole story. The witnesses were led into tedious and
apparently irrelevant details, but the main facts, covered up with a great
deal of verbiage are given above. At the adjournment of court last evening
the argument of counsel had been brought to a close. The case was given to
the jury and about 9 o’clock a verdict was agreed upon. The accused was
found guilty of manslaughter, and his punishment fixed at seventeen years in
the penitentiary, which the reader will agree, is a mild punishment for the
offense of which he was proved guilty.
At a meeting of the Wardens and Vestrymen of the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, Illinois, held May 31st, 1879, the following resolutions, etc., were unanimously adopted:
For the first time in the history of our Parish, hath the God and Father of us all, summoned hence by death our Rector, and carried him, into his blessed kingdom, the shepherd of our flock. A cloud of memory, like a pall, hath enveloped the entire community, and said indeed, is the meeting of this vestry, called to take action upon, and join in the deep grief everywhere manifested, because of the sudden taking away of our beloved Rector, the Very Rev. Dean M. R. St. J. Dillon-Lee. Therefore be it
Resolved, That in the death of Dean Dillon-Lee, this vestry has lost a true, warm-hearted, generous friend; our Parish a faithful, learned and eloquent Rector; our deanery a diligent and ambitious worker in the cause of the Master; our Diocese an active supporter, coadjutor and adviser, the church a theologian and divine of eminent ability; his wife a devoted and affectionate husband; his children a fond and loving father; the community a public spirited, noble, Christian gentleman.
Resolved That as a token of respect and affection, the vestry attend his funeral in a body, and act as pall bearers; that a page of our record be set apart to his memory, and the Church draped in mourning for sixty days, and that is the wish and sense of the vestry, that a suitable memorial be procured, and placed in the Church to the end that the name, of this faithful soldier and servant of Christ, may ever be preserved therein, and among his parishioners.
Resolved, That these proceedings be published, and that an engrossed copy thereof be furnished the devoted wife of the deceased with assurance of our profound sympathy, for herself and fatherless children.
loss of our beloved Rector, so affecting to all his friends, to his wife and
children, is above and beyond calculation. We pray Our Father in Heaven, to
assuage their grief, by such consolations, as are above the power of
accident or change, and such as he alone can give.
The undersigned clergy and laity present at the funeral services of the Rev. M. R. St. J. Dillon-Lee, Rector of the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, desiring to express their sense of the loss sustained in the sudden death of their friend and brother, have adopted the following memorandum:
death of the Rev. M. R. St. J. Dillon Lee deprives the church of a
faithful servant, the parish of a devoted and beloved pastor, the community
of an example of noble and holy life and us of a loving brother and friend.
We condole with his bereaved family in their affliction and assure them of
our sincere sympathy in the loss they have sustained. We commend the
faithful labor and pure life of our brother as an example worthy of all
imitation and will treasure his memory as of a man endowed with rare natural
gifts, well cultivated and perfected by the grace of the Holy Spirit.
an exciting affair occurred at East Cape yesterday evening, in which one man
was killed and another wounded. The circumstances were as follows: A man by
the name of Lum Shufflebarker who had been gone from this place a
number of years, crossed over to East Cape from Missouri, and he being
somewhat intoxicated and a very bad character at the best, swore he intended
to kill somebody or be killed before he left “Wahoo.” Going into a saloon he
declared to the barkeeper and others that were in there, that he had always
done as he pleased and always expected to do so. It is said he took
possession of the saloon, went behind the counter, drank what he wanted and
let what he didn’t want alone. The saloonkeeper left. Shufflebarker
went over to another family’s house, some rods distant, fired his revolver
off in the house, poked it in the face of two or three women, and told them
if they made a noise he would blow their brains out. His raised quite a
noise, and Dr. Milam, who was in a store, hearing the disturbance,
ran to the women’s aid. Coming up to the fence, the man took after him,
revolver in hand, shooting him in the muscle of the right arm, inflicting a
severe flesh wound. Milam jumped at him and clinched him, and while
they ere engaged in the scuffle a man by the name of William Jackson,
whom Shufflebarger had been running with his revolver, ran up behind
him and knocked him in the head with a stick of cord wood—the ruffian dying
in a short time. A post mortem examination was held this morning, and
the verdict rendered was, that he came to his death by a blow from a stick
of cordwood, used by William Jackson. No arrests as yet have been
(His name is given as William Jackson in the 8 Jun 1879,
Mary” is in the 1870 census as Mary Mitchell, 43, black, domestic
servant, born in Kentucky. She was living in the household of William
Wood, 47, physician, born in New Hampshire.—Darrel Dexter)
Whereas, It has pleased God to remove from Earth our highly esteemed sister Meroe E. Powers, of the class of ‘73, who died at Cairo, Illinois, on the 6th day of October, A. D., 1878,
Therefore, be it resolved by the Alumni Association of Blackburn University, that we join with the many friends who mourn her untimely death, and heartily render our tribute to her memory.
Resolved, That by her death this association has lost one of its brightest ornaments and most cherished characters—one in whom we recognize the high qualities of true womanhood, together with an active mind and a heart devoted to high aims and earnest endeavors; and while we bow with submission to that Providence “that doeth all things well,” we most sincerely deplore the termination of a young life so rich with promises of usefulness.
Resolved That we extend our heartfelt sympathy to the bereaved mother, sisters and other relatives of our departed sister.
Resolved, That these resolutions be spread upon the records of this
association; that our secretary be instructed to send a copy of them to the
mother of the deceased; and also to The Cairo Bulletin and local
papers for publication.
marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Catherine Maria frau
von Andreas Lohr Sept. 28, 1836-June 16, 1879.—Darrel Dexter)
with feelings of deepest sorrow that we record the death of Mrs. Story.
She was well known throughout this entire community, and we can truly say,
“None knew her but to love her.”
(The name is spelled Kilgore in the 26 Jun 1879,
At a regular meeting of the Ladies Society of the German Lutheran Church, held June 23rd, 1879, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted.
Whereas, Our heavenly Father, the great ruler of the universe, has seen fit to call unto Him our much beloved sister, Catherine Lohr, and taking from our midst one of our most earnest workers in our society and strongest supports of our church—a sister devoted to the cause of Christianity, scattering seeds of charity with a willing hand to all; always loving and kind and first to give a helping hand to a sufferer, and although being herself sorely burdened and afflicted for years, she bore her affliction with a Christian fortitude, never murmuring, but always looking forward with a cheerful heart, and preparing for the time when she could leave this earthly tenement and enter the home above. And desiring to show our esteem, love and respect for our late sister, be it
Resolved, That the above preamble be entered upon our records, and a copy hereof be sent to the bereaved husband, and daughter.
Resolved, That our church remain draped in mourning for thirty days, and that the members of our society wear a suitable badge of mourning for the same period.
Resolved, That these resolutions be published in The Cairo Bulletin
and the Argus Journal.
(The name is spelled Kilgour in the 24 Jun 1879,
marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Alex M. Brown
1818-1879, Merry G. Maxwell Brown, His Wife, 1821-1898.—Darrel
On yesterday morning, Robert Reynolds shot and killed William Frazier. The particulars of the homicide are about as follows:
Robert Reynolds is a well-to-do farmer, residing about five miles from this place. As Mr. Reynolds is the owner of a considerable body of land, it is necessary for him to have a good many tenants, and it is asserted that he has been noted for the number of disturbances he manages to bring about with those who occupy his lands. Some time since Mr. Reynolds leased four hundred acres of land to Mr. Frazier for a term of five years. Shortly after the lessee had taken possession of the premises, there began to be difficulties. It seems that the parties, when occasion offered, usually indulged in what is sometimes denominated a “fuss” after which they would cease to wrangle and be friendly again. There seems to have been no open difficulty between the twain for some time, and the neighbors thought all differences were amicably settled. On the day above alluded to Frazier discovered some of Reynolds’ hogs in his (Frazier’s) field and took his hogs and went to eject the unwelcome intruders. Reynolds, who lives on an adjoining farm, heard Frazier, chasing his hogs and seizing his gun he at once hurried to the scene.
Some words passed between the parties whereupon the irate Reynolds took deliberate aim with his shotgun and sent its contents through Frazier’s heart. Immediately after firing the fatal shot Reynolds turned and retraced his steps toward his house. Doubtless he feared that the magnitude of the crime he had perpetrated would arouse the community and a desire for vengeance might cause justice to be meted speedily, for he procured a horse and hastened with all possible speed to Jonesboro and placed himself under the protection of the authorities of the law. The coroner of Union County held an inquest last evening and on the verdict of the jury Reynolds was remanded to jail, the charge being for murder.
community is indignant over the bloody act and some of Frazier’s
friends think Reynolds ought to be hanged. This makes two homicides
that have occurred near here within a month. The reckless use of firearms
is becoming, by far, too common and the law ought to be rigidly enforced.
Whosoever becomes so utterly lost to all human principle and justice as to
be guilty of premeditated murder should be made to feel the full penalty of
a violated law.
The facts drawn out before the coroner’s jury that sat over the body of William H. Frazier, the man who was killed by Robert S. Reynolds, in Union County, last Tuesday, go to show that the murder was committed without any apparent provocation. Reynolds is a well-to-do farmer and Frazier one of his tenants. Immediately before the shooting Frazier, was seen quietly driving a lot of hogs out of his cornfield. Reynolds armed with a shotgun, was seen walking up and down the lane at right angles with the point toward which Frazier was driving the hogs. When the parties came within speaking distance Reynolds angrily addressed Frazier, reproving him for dogging his hogs. If any reply was made, the witness failed to hear it. Reynolds continued to talk, and finally elevating his gun, fired and Frazier fell to the earth a dead man. The shotgun, loaded with large goose shot, did its work effectually. The load striking Frazier in the right breast, carried away the fifth rib, and ranging to the right, struck the base of the heart, severed the veins, arteries and integuments, leaving the heart loose in the cavity of the body. Of course death ensued instantly.
this evidence (published in the Union County News) the coroner’s jury
decided that the killing was murder, committed with “malice aforethought ”
But before the public cries out for the blood of the accused, it is but just
and fair that the other side be heard. The coroner’s jury was purely
exparte. The prisoner was not present, either by himself or his
attorney to cross-question the witnesses; the inquiry was made in view of
the dead body, and at a time when everybody was laboring under a high state
of excitement. A life had been taken, and witnesses and all present no
doubt felt a degree of resentment, that had its influence upon the
testimony. Fair dealing and the ends of justice demand, therefore, that the
other side be heard, before the public settle down in the conviction that
all the facts involved in the case were drawn out by the coroner, and that,
therefore, “Reynolds is a murderer, who ought to suffer death.” The
investigation now being made in this city, will show, we are told, that
Reynolds’ considered his life menaced, and shot Frazier when he
was advancing upon him in an angry and threatening manner. But, as to what
the investigation shall disclose, our readers must wait its conclusion.
time ago we published reports that reached us from Ullin to the effect that
the dead body of an infant had been found in a well of the village, the body
being wrapped in a quilt that was known to have been in use in the family of
Mr. M. D. Gunter. From this circumstance it was argued (very
absurdly, we thought) that Mr. Gunter was in some way concerned in
the child’s murder. The imputation is shown in the following
correspondence, to be wholly groundless:
local items in your paper, touching the “Ullin Sensation” demand some
A.W. Brown and other parties found the dead body of a well-developed infant in an old well, as stated by your informant.
A coroner’s jury was empanelled. I was called as a witness, among others, and instantly recognized the piece of quilt in which the child’s body was enveloped, as a part of a quilt that had been in use in my family for several years. It had been surreptitiously obtained by some party and used as indicated. I had not missed it from the house.
There was no pretense that I was a party to the crime. I have lived within fifteen miles of this place for twenty-three years, and I certainly think I have lived in vain, if one single person could think me capable of so great a crime.
I enclose the correspondence between Esquire H. L. Nickens and myself, which I hope you will give a place in The Bulletin.
Thanking you for your
kind words in my behalf, I remain
Dear Sir—I enclose you two extracts from the Cairo Bulletin in reference to the infanticide that excited your people a few days ago.
You will see by the extracts that my name is used in a manner that allows the inference that I was a party to the crime.
Please inform me if the
coroner’s jury, of which you was foreman, took this view of the matter. Your
attention to this request will greatly oblige.
In answer to your
letter concerning your implication in the murder of the infant that was
found at Ullin, we would say that the evidence did not implicate you in any
manner, and we are satisfied that you were not a party to the crime.
Tuesday, 1 Jul 1879:
M. Carter married Paul Donlevid on 29 Oct 1874, in Pulaski
Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
marker in Calvary Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Josie Gilhofer Died
Feb. 16, 1876, Aged 6 days, Laura R. Gilhofer Died July 8, 1879, Aged
16 months, Daughters of C. & J. Gilhofer.—Darrel Dexter)
In answer to a general demand for information concerning the carnival of blood and reign of terror in Hardin County, we print below what seems to be a truthful and impartial statement of the facts involved from the commencement of the bloody doings there, up to the farcical trial of some of the desperadoes upon whose souls rest the stains of the crimes that have given to Cave-in-Rock and its vicinity such an infamous eminence.
The facts we give below, were originally published in the Louisville Courier Journal and were gathered by a correspondent on the ground:
“Old citizens of Illinois and Kentucky need not be reminded,” says the correspondent, “That Ford’s Ferry and Cave-in-Rock, on opposite sides of the Ohio River, long since became notorious for the robbers and horrid murders perpetrated by Ford and his confederates. These tragedies have recently been revamped by some of the Kentucky papers. Your correspondent, who had occasion to make a business trip a few days ago through Hardin County, Illinois, has to speak of modern barbarities, which he ventures to say even the red-handed Ford would not be ashamed to own were he living among the desperadoes who seem to have taken their cue from him. Verily, they are fit successors for the dead monster, and are entitled to undisputed possession of “dark and bloody” patch of ground.
Belt is the name of a large family living near Cave-in-Rock, Illinois, which for years has been more terrible to the timid than were ever the names of Little and Strong in the Kingdom of Breathitt. It can be found on nearly every criminal docket that has been made up in Hardin County during the last fifteen years, and is not entirely unknown to criminal fame in several of the adjoining counties. I will begin with the last exploit of Hardin County lawlessness, will then “advance backward” and tell of deeds of theft, assault and dark assassination that have been mysteriously withheld from courts, grand juries, and even Argus-eyed reporters for the great dailies.
30th day of May last, upon complaint made by Frank Hardin and B. Z.
Jenkens, a warrant was issued charging with unlawful conspiracy (i.e.
Ku kluxing) the following parties: Logan Belt, Jonathon Belt,
H. J. Belt, James Belt, Elisha Morris, son-in-law of
Jonathon Belt; William Fraley, brother-in-law of Logan Belt;
George Ratliffe, nephew of the Belts; Frank Justice,
Tom Leeper, Robert Sheridan, W. D. White, Bill Lyons,
and H. Holloman. All except the two last named, when they
ascertained that a charge had been preferred against them, gave themselves
up to J. F. Taylor, the county judge for their trial, which began at
Elizabethtown on the 4th and ended on the 5th of this month; Hardin
and Jenkins were the principal witnesses for the People, and stated
substantially that by various influences and false pretences, employed from
time to time by Loge Belt and Bob Sheridan, they were
persuaded to join the conspirators on the night of the 7th of May last. The
place of meeting was a sequestered gulch near the Ohio; the pretended
purpose was to ferret out the mysterious murderer of one Luke Hambrink,
committed in that locality on the night of the first of last April. It was
also suggested that a man named Covert should be shipped or killed,
and that society thereabouts should be regulated generally. Speeches were
made by several of the midnight regulators, grips, signs, uniform and
password adopted. Their faces were to be cowled, and a light was to be
carried in the hat of each during a raid on evildoers. Steps were taken to
arm all who were too poor to furnish their own weapons. The question
whether a fellow should be whipped or “treated worse” was to be left
entirely to the discretion of the clan. In the event of one of the brethren
should get into the clutches of the law he was to be rescued by pistols
drawn and cocked in the hands of disguised men. The plan adopted to escape
the inquiry of courts and grand juries was very simple and effective—at
least it so seemed to the pliable consciences of these nightriders. The
organization was born, but left without “a local habitation and name,” in
order that is members could truthfully swear that they “knew of no Ku-Klux
organization in the county.” Hardin and Jenkins having
satisfied themselves that it was the intention of the conspirators to
assassinate persons who were important witnesses against Logan Belt
in a trial for murder pending in Gallatin County, and commit other crimes
that they were not sufficiently hardened to take a hand in, determined to
disregard the infamous path that bound the members under pains and penalties
to stick to one another until death.” They resolved finally to consult W.
S. Morris and L. Q. A. Ledbetter, able and courageous
attorneys of the Elizabethtown bar. Tremblingly and in whispers their
terrible secret was revealed, and the prosecution began, but they did not
appear to have relieved their perilous situation, for they are kept in
constant apprehension of a sudden and unexpected “taking off.”
The sheriff took time by the forelock, and had important business up the river the day the trial commenced. Indeed, it has been stated on good authority that he declared to the commissioners of the county he would resign his office before he would attempt to “force the formidable Belts into a favorable opinion of the law.” Prudent people are not disposed to blame him much for transacting long-neglected business in the farthest corner of the county while the ferocious clans were gathering at the county seat with knives, pistols and shotguns eager to obey their leader’s command. I say clans, for be it remembered there are three of them, which may be designated as the Belt, Simmons and Oldham factions, the two last having declared war for self protection against the Belt faction. But more of this civil strife and the cause thereof hereafter. It has been estimated that not less than 100 armed men attended the trial. Near the close of the investigation a youthful Beltite, not one of the defendants, was seen to enter the temple of justice bearing a carpetbag full of pistols. Logan Belt, a shrewd villain, with some knowledge of the criminal law—“so much a long communion tends to make us what we are”—conducted the defense. He generally kept maliciously cool, but once or twice he scattered fire from his lead colored eyes and nervously fingered a large pistol concealed in the right pocket of his pantaloons. His favorite method of cross-examination of a witness whom he disliked was to tell him “he had sworn an infamous lie.” A question arose as to the competency of evidence offered by the late when he coolly informed the court that if a decision was rendered against defendants he should decline to make further defense. What he meant by this statement was not clear to those who heard it, but fortunately the court adjudged the evidence improper, and the trial progressed peaceably to the close. The defendants proved by themselves that their purposes were lawful and praiseworthy. Jonathon Belt himself an indicted murderer, tearfully declared that Hambrink was a kind, good neighbor, and that “law or now law” he intended to drag the assassin of the lamented Hambrick to justice.
that the times were getting squally to the court conveys a very poor idea of
the difficulties and affairs of the situation. The end came at last without
bloodshed, and the defendants were held in the sum of $200 each to answer
indictments. They were released on their own recognizance. Indeed, the
Judge seemed anxious to get rid of them on any terms, and your correspondent
is not the man to censure him for it. I think I should have released them
without any bail, and then set up the drinks on condition of their leaving
town immediately. After old Jonathon Belt had made an effectual
effort to get up a “shooting scrape” with Morris, the lawyer, who had
pressed the prosecution with great courage and ability, the whole party
retired to their guns, which were hid in the edge of the town, and thence
retreated to their native fastnesses. But they intend to give Elizabethtown
only a short respite. They have had Hardin and Jenkins
arrested on a charge of perjury, and will return next Monday in force, to
prosecute the charges.
proven on all the trials that whenever the clan deemed it necessary,
threatening letters were sent out. A number of such notices were issued,
some of which were read in evidence. The following is a fair sample:
Robert Hasty, Thomas Oldham and others were in a like manner informed that they ought to leave without delay the homes of their fathers. A notice was found among the papers of Hambrick which threatened his life if he failed to drive off two persons who were living on his premises. Notices supposed to have come from the same fruitful sources, since it was proven that branches of the clan existed in different part of the country, were found about ten miles north of Elizabethtown. Ben Burton, a few mornings since, went into his table to feed his mare and found her tail shingled and the following notice tied to her mane:
to hint the way you see your mare tail is the what i will do for your head,
and you had better get away in side of two months or i will put a hole
found also pinned to his gate a card informing him, “ben burten” in
substance, that he must get away in ten days or submit to the pleasurable
sensation of being killed by a laden ball or other hard substance.
Robert Sheridan, the captain of the nameless band, has lived in Hardin County about twenty years, and bore a very good character until four or five years ago, when he yielded to the wicked influence of the Belts. He is now considered “as bad as they make ‘em”
Frank Justice, the second captain, lived until recently in Pope County, where he was for a brief period agent of some kind of patent medicine. While engaged in this business he was mysteriously robbed of $200 that he collected for his employers. He is now “bad medicine himself.”
William Fraley has been indicted for forgery larceny, perjury and assault with intent to commit murder.
Earl Sherwood attempted to commit a rape in Franklin County, and fled to Hardin, where he soon got into trouble, and was indicted for a murderous assault on some person unknown to the writer thereof.
George Ratliff began his criminal career in Hardin County. Very little is known of the antecedents of Morris, White and Leeper. The last named is considered by Jenkins and Hardin as the most desperate villain in the clan, and they always tremble for their safety when his eyes is upon them. H. J. is perhaps the “mildest mannered” of all the Belts. He has yet to kill his man. He tried once, however, to achieve a bloody notoriety, and was indicted for the offense. James and Arthur Belt are scarcely grown, but have been well trained in “ways that are dark” and assassination that are never found out.
Jonathon Belt is more devotional than his fellow clansmen. He often prays and preaches, “without money and without price.” His auditors have discovered that while he talks “of peace on earth” a Colt’s army is concealed in his bosom, and they are, therefore, uncommonly attentive and respectful. He is a Baptist, and none of his neighbors have ever dared to deny in his presence the doctrines of closed communion and baptism by plunging. Indeed, such a firm believer is he in the necessity of immersion that he would not hesitate to tie rocks to a heretic and plunge him into the river where the current runs deepest. During the war he was a captain under the infamous Payne at Paducah, but becoming dissatisfied—some way cashiered—he tried to get the position of Major in the Forty-eighth Kentucky Infantry. Failing in this, he retired to the crags of his native Hardin, and rarely leaves them except on important business that concerns the lives of his fellow citizens. When the war commenced he lived in Kentucky, where he got his first taste of human blood by killing a Confederate soldier. Several years since Huston Belt was shot and killed in Elizabethtown by Capt. Frank Gibson, but Jonathon got even by sending a load of buckshot through Gibson while the latter was unsuspectingly riding along a public road.
were two witnesses to this murder—one of them died, and the other,
frightened by the Belts, fled the country. A farcical trial ended in
the acquittal of the assassin. During the war, Joe Belt, under arrest
at Cave-in-Rock, accused of murder, was forcibly released by Jonathon and
Logan Belt, assisted by persons unknown in that locality.
Logan Belt is the central figure of the group of Hardin County desperadoes—the master spirit of all the deviltry that has lately been perpetrated by them. Every movement of the Belt faction has been made in his interest to save his body from the penitentiary or his neck from the legal halter. He is, in some respects, a remarkable man. He possesses uncommon nerve and force of character, a pleasing address, unlimited self possession and great native shrewdness—qualities which fit him well for leading the lawless characters whom he has gathered about him. He was an officer in the Forty-eighth Federal (Ky.) Infantry and soon won a first-class reputation as a horse thief. He “pressed” more for himself than for the government. A soldier of the regiment who knew a good deal about Belt’s crookedness was found dead and scalped early one morning. The Indian who played this trick on the unsuspecting soldier has never been captured. The criminal charges that have been preferred against him in Hardin and adjoining counties are too numerous to mention in this article. Several years since a man named Dorris whipped Belt in a fist fight at Elizabethtown. Dorris, a short time afterward, was assassinated at his own house in Gallatin County. Belt was indicted, proved an alibi, and escaped. His next man-killing exploit was bolder. A dancing party were gathered at the house of Tom Oldham, in Hardin County. Belt walked into the crowd, coolly shot and killed Dock Oldham, a brother of the host and then dared any of his friends to “take it up.” The indictment for this murder is the danger that Belt dreads. Hambrink, the father-in-law of one of the Oldhams, and the only moneyed man engaged in the prosecution of Belts, is believed by the best citizens who are conversant with the foregoing facts, to have been murdered by Logan Belt, or at his instigation. The pretended purpose of the clan to ferret out the Hambrink affair, therefore very thin falsehood and was evidently intended as a diversion in favor of the murderers.
Logan Belt and a man named Covert were once confidential friends. Belt made damaging admissions to Covert. A rupture after this occurred between the two, and Covert’s life came near paying the penalty. He was waylaid by Ben Farley and Logan Belt. Though badly riddled by buckshot, he lives to hide between courts, and now fails to turn up when the case of the People against Belt is called. It must not be presumed that Belt is ungrateful to his friends. In 1873 Alex Fraley, a brother to Bill, murdered Arthur Price, but was easily cleared by Belt’s testimony.
dark picture has a bright side. Although Logan Belt is running at
large on straw bail, the probability is that he will be convicted of
felony. This will rid the community of his presence, and will break up the
nest of criminals, of whom he is chief. Furthermore, the shocking
developments of the late trial have aroused and united the order-loving
people of the whole county, and there is a general disposition among them to
hold the Belt party responsible for every secret, lawless act that
may be committed in the county. Your correspondent would not be surprised
to hear, at no distant day, of a lively rope stretching performance in the
vicinity of Cave-in-Rock.
Having but recently given an account of the deeds of bloodshed and violence in Hardin County, as detailed by a correspondent of the Louisville Courier-Journal, who claimed that he gathered the facts on the ground, we now give the defense of the alleged leader of the clans upon which were charged the blood and terror that have given to Hardin County her ill repute.
Logan Belt, the writer of the communication given below, is a half lawyer, a Baptist preacher, and, as his writing indicates, a man of more than ordinary intelligence. On Monday last, he was placed on trial in Shawneetown, under a charge of murder, it being alleged against him that he entered a neighbor’s house, where a dance was in progress, shot down a man named Oldham, without immediate provocation or warning, and then, with pistol in hand, defied any of the dead man’s friends or relatives to “take up” the quarrel, and settle the matter by a shooting scrape. This is the charge. Belt claims that the shooting was done in self-defense, and if he is as bad a man as he is represented to be, and has at his beck and nod a gang of cutthroats and villains, it will be an easy matter for him to substantiate his claim. But here is his communication. It embodies strong, terse and emphatic terms, and puts the writer in the role of the most viciously abused and slandered individual in the State of Illinois. It reads as follows:
As my trial is to commence next Monday at Shawneetown, it seems my enemies have flooded the papers of your county and others with a series of the vilest slanders and most wicked and baseless falsehoods in the hope of prejudicing the minds of the people of Gallatin County against me. I solemnly assert that I am not guilty of the offense for which I am to be tried, that what I did was in my own necessary self defense, to save my own life which at the time was being assailed with great violence, and I ask the people of Gallatin County to suspend their judgment in the case until they hear the evidence from the lips of the witnesses in court, when they will be satisfied that my action was in my own self defense, and that I am not the inhuman monster my enemies have painted me. In this I am asking only what the law freely accords me—the presumption of innocence until guilt is proven. I desire (it is my right, as it is the right of all men accused of crime) to be tried by sworn testimony in open court, where I can meet the witnesses face to face, where I can have the unprejudiced judgment of twelve unbiased men upon the testimony, rather than by vituperation, innuendo, falsehood, slander and ridiculous rumors scattered through the newspapers immediately preceding my trial in court by known enemies who are hounding on my trail and seeking my destruction.
I desire, however, though your columns to call attention to a few of the shameless and miserable falsehoods published about me in a letter written by an enemy of mine in Hardin County to the Louisville Courier-Journal, and published in the papers of your county. The coward who signs himself “X” says: “He (Belt) was an officer of the 48th Ky. (Federal) Infantry, and soon won a first class reputation as a horse thief.” This is a dark and cowardly falsehood, as Jo Robinett one of your citizens and a member of my command will readily testify. I could refer to a number of others who were with me and were brave soldiers, if I thought it necessary. “X” further says: “A soldier of the regiment who knew a good deal about Belt’s crookedness was found dead and scalped one morning.” Now mark the lies! No soldier of my regiment was ever found dead and scalped; I never saw any soldier living or dead that was scalped in my life--never knew such a soldier, as I was informed, utterly unknown to me, who belonged to the regular army, and whom I never saw or knew, who was killed and scalped at Bowling Green, Ky., for his money and Elisha T. Oldham, now a citizen of Hardin County and a member of the Oldham family who are prosecuting me today, and two other of my company were arrested for the murder and turned over to the civil authorities and were retained in prison until the war was over, and until long after my company had been mustered out of the service. James A. Lowry, editor of the Hardin Gazette, who has been making such vicious attacks upon me, knows the above to be true as gospel, and all the members of my company know the same facts. “X” further says: “Several years since a man named Dorris whipped Belt in a fight at Elizabethtown. Dorris, a short time afterwards, was assassinated in his own house in Gallatin County. Belt was indicted, proved an alibi, and escaped.” The only thing true in the above was that Dorris was cruelly and in cold blood assassinated in his own house near Equality in 1870, by some desperate midnight assassin. It is false that I was ever indicted for the crime. I was arrested simply because he had lived in my neighborhood before, and we had quarreled. I had an examination before ex-Judge Robert D. Pearce of Equality, and the people having failed to produce one iota of evidence against me, or even the breath of a suspicion, and it appearing on the trial that I was eighteen or twenty miles away at the time the fatal shot was fired, I was discharged, Judge Pearce voluntarily giving me the following certificate: “This is to certify that Logan Belt was arrested and had an examination before me, on the 27th day of February 1870, for the murder of Samuel H. Dorris, and that there was not the slightest evidence against the said Belt, but on the contrary Belt proved positively that he was in Hardin County some eighteen or twenty miles from Equality at the time, when said Dorris was shot.”
Thus falls to the ground this vile slander, hawked through the newspapers in injure me in the approaching trial. The correspondent “X” has a great amount of slush hashed up about the Belts, being organized into a Ku-Klux-Klan, all of which is infamously false and has no foundation in truth. And the writer hereof has proposed time and again to his enemies that if they would produce one single respectable witness that he (Belt), or any of his friends, had been seen in Hardin County, either day or night, under arms or in disguise, or in a band together for any purpose, that he would then admit that there was some foundation for such rumors, but no such witness has been or can be produced, and these anonymous scribblers and slanderers well know it. On the other hand I have proposed to prove by not only one but dozens of honorable, high-minded men that my enemies are banded together, with pistols and shotguns, in numbers from six to eighteen in one gang, not a friend of mine with them; that they roam the country both night and day carrying demoralization to the quiet and peaceful citizens of Hardin County. Why is it my fellow citizens, that myself and my friends suffer continuously from poisoned dogs, poisoned horses, burned fences, burned houses, and all such devilment too tedious to mention, while no one can point to a single one of this gang who has ever been injured to the amount of one cent, either in person or property? And echo answers, Why is it?
I will give a reward of one hundred dollars for any reliable proof that myself or any of my friends have ever left any threatening letters at any place, seeking to drive any person away from his home. That such letters have been written and sent I do not deny. I have received such letters myself, and can show one now in my possession, which I have retained, and perhaps it was fortunate I did so, for the one found in the papers of the poor, unfortunate, murdered Hambrink is in the same handwriting of the one received by myself. The letter to me warned me to do certain things if I wished to enjoy life and property in Hardin County, and was signed “Regulators.”
editor of the Hardin Gazette though an avowed enemy of mine, while
publishing the infamous “X” article recoils from the false, slanderous, and
reckless charges and says editorially: “We do not wish the impression to go
out that all the Belts in this county are bad and lawless men, for
many of them are as good citizens as we have, peaceable, law-abiding,
minding their own business and having no difficulty with anyone. Wit these
corrections we give the article (“X”) to the people as a matter of news.”
No one knows better than this editor that the “X” article was conceived in
the iniquity and born of corruption. He knows its statements are as false
as hell itself. He knows the object of the author was, by slander,
falsehood, and abuse to poison the minds of the people of Gallatin County
that it would be impossible for me to receive a fair and impartial trial.
He knows the article has been spread, broadcast over Gallatin and Hardin
counties, so that the slime of the slanderer might do its deadly work before
the facts could be elicited in a fair and impartial trial before a jury.
But Mr. Editor, thank God that
5 o’clock p.m., yesterday, at the residence of Jacob Walter, Louisa
Lemm, niece of Mrs. Walter, age 22 years and 5 months. Rev.
Pastor Knappe will hold services at the residence of Mr. Walter
at 2 o’clock this afternoon. A special train will leave the foot of Eighth
Street at half past two, conveying the remains to Beech Grove Cemetery for
interment. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
Friday,18 Jul 1879:
Wright married John Cotner on 23 Jul 1846, in Alexander Co.,
It being generally known that the jury had been selected in the case of the People vs. Glass, for the murder of Carter Newman, and that the trial of the case would be commenced early in the day, the court house was well filled, yesterday morning, sometime before the court convened—the colored element largely predominating.
At 8:10 o’clock the prisoner was brought into court. He was in a sullen, dogged mood, and elicited from the audience no evidence whatever of either friendship or sympathy. Our reporter approached him and asked how he felt in reference to the approaching trial. His answer was sullen, not to say insolent that “it was no use to feel anything about it, cause they’d do just what they wanted to do, no odds what he proved.”
State’s Attorney Mulkey now took the floor, and in a two hours’ speech presented in detail the facts he expected to establish by the witnesses for the People. He impressed upon the jury the importance of the case, and referred to the wisdom of our system of jurisprudence that placed the determination of the prisoner’s punishment not in the hands of one person, but confided it to twelve intelligent men, two of whom were of the prisoner’s color. The presence of these two he referred to as the first innovation ever made in Alexander County upon the white juristic line—a circumstance he deemed worthy to mention.
After reading the indictment, which charged that Charles Glass did, on the 1st day of April 1879, etc. with malice aforethought, kill and murder one Carter Newman, by striking him upon the left side of the head with a chopping axe. Mr. Mulkey, then at much length, defined the meaning of the word homicide, and read from authorities to give the jury a clear understanding of the malice essential to the crime of murder. He then indicated the points it would be necessary for him to prove before asking a conviction at the jury’s hands. The defense intended, he believed, to set up the plea of self defense—a plea which he expected to be able to show was utterly inadmissible in this case.
He then presented to the jury a diagram of the house wherein the murder was committed, showing the room, stove, window, door, bed and deceased’s position upon the bed. The building is situated on Commercial Avenue, between Twenty-seventh and Twenty-eighth streets, is two stories in height, with five rooms upstairs and a storeroom below. The murder took place in the southwest corner room, upstairs. Glass had rented the whole house, and subletted it to other parties. Mrs. McFadden occupied the room in the northwest corner, Wyatt McKerney, the room in which the murder was committed, and Glass himself occupied the rooms in the east side. Clara St. Williams occupying the storeroom.
Glass had a colored girl named Ruthie Brown cooking for him. He invited Newman to come to his house to board, and Ruth Brown cooked for them two weeks. On the Tuesday night before the murder Glass and Newman had a falling out, a quarrel between Glass and the woman being the alleged cause of it. The next day or the day following Glass gathered up Ruth’s things and put them out of the room—Mrs. McKerney subsequently doing the cooking. On Saturday Newman went to Kentucky and attended a ball. Returning Sunday and feeling sleepy he asked permission of Mrs. McKerney to take a nap upon her bed.
Glass, about this time, remarked to Page Wallace, “I’ll either have life or life taken this very Sunday.” Shortly afterwards he entered Mrs. McKerney’s room, where two or three colored women had previously assembled. Upon entering the room, Glass bid the crowd “good morning.” Ruth made no reply. Carter Newman inquired, “Why didn’t you speak to me?” Glass replied: “I did. I have nothing against you.” Ruth now spoke of having her picture taken, and by way of preparation, commenced putting on her corset. Glass reprimanded her for dressing in company. Ruth retorted that it was none of his business, as he didn’t intend to have anything more to do with him. Ruth soon left the building leaving Newman and Mrs. McKerney in the room. Newman again asked for permission to lie upon the bed, and permission being given, he threw himself diagonally across the bed, his head toward the wall, his face resting upon his arm. Mrs. McKerney then dressed herself, and after asking Newman if he didn’t want some covering and directing him to take his feet off the bed, she went downstairs. Mrs. McFadden was in the adjoining room and heard her. Mrs. McK. and Ruth visited the photo tent. Was gone until about half past 10 or quarter to 11.
About 11 o’clock Glass again passed upstairs picked up an axe in Mrs. McFadden’s room and walks out. It was the only axe about the premises, and she thought nothing of the circumstance of Glass taking it. Glass, with the axe in his hand, goes to the door of the room in which Newman is lying, lifts the latch, passes into the room and closes the door behind him. He finds Newman asleep. Deals him a blow with the axe, then possessed of the fury of a fiend, strikes him another blow with such force as to bury the pole of the axe in Newman’s head, the bloody and brains spattering the walls, even the ceiling overhead. Seeing that Newman is dead, Glass now places the axe behind the door, and passes out of the building. Sauntering up the street he meets Ruth and Mrs. McKerney, and, shaking them by the hand, bids them “goodbye.” Mrs. McKerney at once remarked to Ruth, “That man’s done some mischief.” Going home, she enters her room. An instant later she dashed downstairs screaming that someone had murdered Carter Newman. Constable Pink McAllister at once repaired to the room, found deceased as stated, with no weapons of any kind about his person within his reach.
Having detailed the facts as above given Mr. Mulkey said he had no other name for the deed, but malicious murder. The accused has never denied his guilt and he, as an officer of the law, should insist upon hanging as the penalty. Charles Glass had incurred, and as the punishment he should suffer. To parties who had him in charge, the defendant had said: “I killed that one s-- of a b---h and now if I can kill another, I’ll be willing to die.” All this and more I shall establish and believe that Charles Glass will receive at your hands, that which he fears: Stern, exact and impartial justice.
H. H. Black, Esq., at half past 10 o’clock made a succinct showing of the facts and circumstances upon which he depended to rob the killing of the alleged malice. After combating many of the positions of the prosecutor, he averred that Newman was not an invited guest at Glass’ house, but an intruder, that he had estranged from Glass, who is an old, worn out man, the affections of Ruth Brown, he had threatened Glass, had beaten and kept him in constant dread and terror. To such an extent was this browbeating and domineering carried that Glass offered to pay Newman money if he would leave the house, and let him alone. But the answer was threats, and a course of conduct, well calculated to excite Glass’ fears for his own safety. Newman was a trespasser upon the premises, and that it was the purpose of ejecting him that he entered the room, are facts which Mr. Black said he expected to prove. The testimony to show that Glass had ample cause for apprehending bodily harm from a man who had so defiantly entered his house, threshed him in his own room, refusing to leave on any terms—the testimony to which this will be so ample that the conclusion that there was no interval for the cooling process, but great cause to apprehend harm to himself—to his person or property—will be unavoidable.
foundation thus laid, the examination of witnesses proceeded, the attorney
on either side seeking to establish the arguments upon which they
respectively propose to wage the contest.
attorneys having laid down their premises, as indicated in yesterday’s
Bulletin, they proceeded, each in his own way, to verify them by the
testimony of the several witnesses.
Ellen McKerney’s testimony, that followed, corroborated that above given, with the additional statement that when she entered her room to make a fire, she went to the bed to waken Newman, she saw blood and then ran downstairs and gave the alarm. This witness also spoke of quarrels between Glass and Newman, but said they were occasioned by Glass’ cruelty to Ruth Brown. Saw Newman strike Glass.
Mrs. McFadden occupied a room adjoining that in which Newman was murdered. She was sitting in the room nursing a sick baby when Glass came in. He picked up her axe and went out. Heard the door to the room in which Newman was lying open and close, and then heard several blows; but thought Glass was splitting kindling. Heard no words pass—no quarreling. Glass was in the room hardly three minutes. He came out, closed the door behind him. Heard no groans, although can plainly hear ordinary conversations carried on in that room.
foregoing, with testimony to the effect that Glass said before the
killing that he intended “to have life or take life that day,” and declared
after the killing that he “had killed the s-n of a b---h, and that now if he
could kill one more man he’d die happy,” formed the important facts upon
which the People rested their case.
The several witnesses for the defense told the same old story over again, with slight variations in favor of the accused.
Ed. Rush testified that he was present when Glass was in the act of removing Ruth Brown’s things from his room, when Newman interfered and told him not to touch the things or he’d hurt him. Ruth and Newman retired to small room and fastened the door. Glass tried to get over the transom. Newman and Glass then had a scuffle. The fuss was renewed that evening when Newman got Glass down and struck him. Shortly afterwards Glass told Newman he would pay him if he’d leave the house. Ruth and Newman then retired and concealed themselves under the sidewalk.
Callic Johnson heard Glass and Newman quarreling in front of the house. Newman came into Glass’ house and told Ruthy to get his supper ready; Glass said she should not get supper for him. Newman replied: “What have you go to do with it, you s-n of a b---h. I’ll murder you in your blood!” Heard quarreling upstairs day and night but didn’t know who were the parties to it. Carter Newman’s threats were made Friday evening.
On the Wednesday before the murder Louisa Steel heard Newman say to Glass, who was drunk. “I intend to give you a good slugging, you d----d old s-- of a b----! You cursed me.” Charley Glass replied, “If I cursed you I beg to be excused.” This witness further stated that she was in Glass’ house on Wednesday, but heard no such threat as Callic Johnson had sworn to, but would have heard it, had it been made.
Clarissa Williams heard Newman call Glass “a d----d black s-- of a b---- and tell him he’d mash him and that if he didn’t look out he’d murder him!
William H. Garner alias Shang, gave unimportant testimony, all of which was excluded from the jury, except the statement that physically, Newman was the more powerful man.
Charley Glass was then put upon the stand, and detailed a chapter of very serious grievances to which Newman had subjected him. Newman had estranged the affections of his woman; took her away in the nighttime, despite his remonstrances. Had knocked him down and beat him with a lounge slat in his own house. On Friday before the murder, Newman came into the house, took things from Glass’ room into the little room where Ruth made up a bed for him. He then asked Newman if he intended to convert his house into a brothel? He said, “Yes, and you shan’t stay here any more.” “He took my bottle of whisky out of my pocket, and with a man from downtown drank it, in my presence. He then told a boy to go upstairs and tell my woman Ruthy to send him a half dollar. He went upstairs himself and soon returned with the half dollar, of my money that he had obtained from Ruth. I had a little box with $7 in it. He tore out both my pockets hunting for it. Took it, opened it, and handed it back. I don’t know how much he took out. Upon another occasion he ordered Ruth to get him his supper. I remonstrated. He demanded to know what I had to say, and threatened to smother me in my own blood. Saturday morning he grabbed me, upstairs and said he would throw me out of the window and break by G-- d--- neck. Ruthy went in to Ellen McKerney’s, cooked supper for him, did up a shirt for him and said they were going downtown to a ball together. I said to Ruthy, “No, you must not go to the ball; you belong to the church.” I heard no other threats from Newman than those related. On Sunday (the day of the murder) I went to the door of Ellen McKerney’s room. Newman and Ruthy were there. Newman said, “Come, Ruthy, lie down on the bed; don’t be afraid.” She looked at me and laughed. I did not speak to Newman. Ellen and Ruthy shortly afterwards went up to the gallery. I left the house first. I returned and went up into Mrs. McFadden’s room. I said to Mrs. McF., “Don’t you know that man ain’t done right, a talking of pawning his satchel to get Ruthy to lie down with him right before my eyes?” She said, “No, he ain’t; I don’t know what sort of a way Sister Ruthy is a doing and her just baptized and carrying on in that terrible bad way.” I then walked on in and picked up the axe. Mrs. McF. said, “Glass, what are you going to do with the axe?” I said, “I am going to make that nigger leave my house. He’s in there laughing at me.” She said, “Don’t you want something to eat?” I said, “No, I ain’t got no heart to eat anything. They’ve took my things and want my house.” She said, “‘Tain’t right. If I was you, Mr. Glass, I’d make him go.” I left the room, came right to the door and said, “Carter, you get up and go right out of here. When I told him that, he was lying on his left side with his face on the edge of the bed. He rose up and said, “You black s-- of a b---- leave yourself!” When he said that he started to get up. Whether he got both feet on the floor or not I can’t say. I then hit him quick, and when I saw the blood fly, I cried, ‘Oh!’ I started to hit him again and was scared and dropped the axe and run. He had brass knuckles protruding from his pockets, and when he told me to get out of my own house, and cursed me, he put his hands to his pockets to draw the knuckles. I was afraid of him; he was a better man than I am and I was afraid he would take advantage of me.”
Coroner Fitzgerald gave rebuttal testimony to the effect that Glass made a voluntary statement to the coroner’s jury, in which he made no allusion to brass knuckles, or to an attempt of deceased to attack him. He said, after being cautioned not to commit himself, that deceased was in the act of getting off the bed, that he ordered him out of the house, that he made no reply, that then defendant struck deceased with the axe twice. He further said that he was afraid of Newman, that if they got into a fight, he, the defendant, would get the worst of it.
And with Mr. F.’s testimony the attorney announced the evidence closed. The hearing of Glass during his examination betrayed great mental excitement. He is entirely unlettered, and feeling that his life hung suspended upon but a brittle thread, it is not a matter of surprise that he betrayed great trepidation and excitement.
About ten o’clock State’s Attorney Mulkey commenced his opening argument for the People. He occupied the time of the court until noon. After dinner, Harmon H. Black, Esq., argued the case for the prisoner. Mulkey made the closing speech, and at 5 o’clock the jury was charged by the court, and in charge of an officer, retired to consider its verdict.
The jury after an absence of two hours, returned into court about 7:30 p.m. and the foreman handed to the clerk the verdict, which read: “We, the jury, find the defendant, Charles Glass, guilty of murder as charged, and fix his punishment at death.”
unless there is an active and successful interference in his favor, Charles
Glass will soon pay the penalty of his great crime, upon the gallows.
somewhat astonished to find in The Bulletin of this morning, that the
jury in the Glass murder case had brought in a verdict of guilty, and
that the unfortunate man would be sentenced to death today. Whatever
influenced them to this extraordinary course I cannot see. For ten years
the law which prescribes the death penalty for murder, has been practically
a dead letter, and has been enforced but once in that time, and it is a
little odd that the victim was also colored, or is the law only operative
when colored men commit murder? If Glass deserves death, how is it
that none of the dozen white murderers, in the last twenty years have been
punished? Many of them gave their victims as little time to prepare for
death and were equally as brutal in the carrying out of their bloody
purpose; and I am firmly convinced that if Glass was a white man, and
the victim a colored man, he would not now stand condemned, but would be a
free man and if he has any friends who will interest themselves sufficiently
to circulate a petition to the Governor to commute his sentence to
imprisonment for life, I am certain it will be signed by all lovers of
On Wednesday evening a jury of his countrymen found Charles Glass, the negro who killed Carter Newman, guilty of murder, and declared that he should suffer the penalty of death. The doomed man received the verdict with an air of indifference, maintaining the sullen, morose mood, which is evidently characteristic with him. Removed to the cell, he was sound asleep in less than thirty minutes.
Yesterday morning our reporter visited him in his cell, and was surprised at the change the intervening twelve hours had worked in the fellow’s feelings and bearing. He had divested himself of all his clothing except his drawers, and was pacing the floor of the cell, fanning himself vigorously with a palm leaf.
Reporter—“Well, Charley, how do you feel, now that you know what is in store for you?”
Glass—“I don’t feel no different from what allers felt.”
Reporter—“Don’t you feel any regrets for having killed Newman?”
Glass—“No, I don’t. I think I done right. He was all the time a runnin’ over me, and abusing me. He was a better man than I am, and I was all the time afraid he’d do me hurt. He wouldn’t leave, and a bullying of me and beaten and threatenin’ of me, and right in my own house, was more’n any man ought to bear. I didn’t intend to kill him, when I struck him; but to hurt him so he’d let me alone. But I did kill him, and now I ain’t sorry for it.”
Reporter—“Are you satisfied with your trial?”
Glass—“No. They didn’t tell the truth. Now which ought to be believed; the story that lawyer Mulkey told, or the story that lawyer Black told? Ruth Brown and Mrs. McFadden and Ellen McKerney all swore to what they knowed wasn’t true. They was all against me, and now they think they’ve got my life, I reckon they’re satisfied.”
Reporter—“Didn’t you have a full showing of your side? Were any of your witnesses absent?
Glass—“No, I didn’t get to all my side. There was a man who saw Newman with a pair of brass knucks, and heard him say he was agoin’ to mug the head off of old Glass with ‘em, and that man wasn’t put up for me.”
Reporter—“Well, why didn’t you have him brought in?”
Glass—(Insolently) “That’s best known to myself.” Then immediately brightening up: “I say, boss, ain’t you got nothin’ to gimme—no tobacco nor nothing?”
Reporter—“Glass, how’s your appetite? Can you do justice to your meals?”
Glass—“Appetite? Why I could eat with a loaded shotgun in my mouth! It’s a mighty poor stick of a man that goes back on his grub, all along of a little trouble. No sir, there’s no discount on my eatin’, nor sleepin’ neither.”
Reporter—“Don’t you feel inclined to look at your condition seriously? Isn’t it your desire that the preachers should visit you?”
Glass—“Well, groanin’ and gropin’ won’t help nothin’. The preachers can come, if they like, But I don’t see no use,” said he, flipping his fingers in the openings of the grated door—“of comin’ jeer and pokin’ religion at me through them holes”—and the fellow laughed most heartily.
He seemed to be unusually communicative, laughing boisterously at times, and showing an animation that could scarcely have been increased had he won the capital prize in the Louisiana lottery, instead of a verdict that sends him to the gallows.
In reply to another party, he said he thought the verdict a “little rough.” He did right when he killed Newman, he said, but still he would have compromised the matter by taking two years in the penitentiary, and saved all bother of a trial. Being asked if he wouldn’t have accepted five years, he promptly answered that he would not—that five years would have been “excelsior”—probably meaning excessive.
And being asked if the presence of two negroes on the jury didn’t inspire him with hopes of acquittal, he promptly replied, “no,” that he knew that the white men would bulldoze them, and then somewhat inconsistently, “nobody’s so hard on niggers as niggers is anyhow;” and even in this remark he saw something excruciatingly funny, for he laughed at it quite heartily.
It is quite manifest that the doomed man does not feel the peril of his situation. He acts like men usually act when acquitted of the charge of murder, and does not act at all like a man who is doomed to death upon the gallows.
Saturday, 26 Jul 1879:
Paducah, Ky., July 19.—An appalling accident happened over in Illinois, Pope County, opposite this place, and about twelve miles back in the country, yesterday evening. Meyers & Wertman, runners of a steam thresher, were at work about five miles west of Dixon Springs, in the Bay bottoms, when their engine exploded, killing three people outright and wounding thirteen others. Of the wounded some six were mortally injured, and one died during last night.
five others can hardly survive. One of the killed was the engineer
Wertman, and his body was blown over a hundred yards. A piece of the
boiler passed through his body and tore it almost into threads. The engine
was being run without a steam gauge, with the safety valve tied down with a
rope. The engine was considered very safe, and Wertman had but
shortly before wished the thing should blow up. The large number of persons
injured seems to have been the result of curiosity. The machine being
somewhat of a wonder to the people of that neighborhood, they had gathered
to witness its workings and were all standing around at the time of the
explosion. One of the killed was a colored man and the injured are about
equally black and white.
No event of the year has caused a more profound sensation in this city that that of yesterday evening, which resulted in the death of Charles D. Arter, late marshal of Cairo.
To picture the bloody deed in all its enormity we need but give the evidence brought out by the coroner’s inquiry. This we shall do without indulging in comment of our own. It is said that Hogan was moved to the bloody deed by jealousy. Having no positive information on this point, we pass it. For the sake of our mind it is to be hoped that he has better reasons for the commission of his most terrible crime than appears upon the surface.
Coroner Fitzgerald not being in the city and the case being of an urgent character, Squire Comings was called upon to hold the inquest.
The jury (names given below) being empanelled and sworn, the evidence of the several witnesses was heard, and was, in substance, as follows:
Charley Fank, the barkeeper of Gates’ saloon, in the front door of which Arter was assassinated, testified substantially as follows. That at about quarter to 6 o’clock in the evening of July 30th, John Hogan and Patsy Mahoney entered the saloon together. Arter was sitting in the recess of the front door with his face toward the street, watching the workmen laying down the sidewalk. Hogan and Mahoney took a cigar each. Mahoney passed out into the street. Hogan walked to the rear of the saloon, when he turned and walked toward the front door. When he reached a point within an arm’s length of Arter, he drew his revolver from his hip pocket, and, without a word placed it against Arter’s back and fired. Arter immediately ran or fell from the door, followed by Hogan; and I went upstairs and saw nothing that occurred afterwards.
Dr. I. C. Fisher, after an examination of the body of deceased, testified that a bullet had entered the body of deceased below the right scapula, and was extracted below the sternum—the ball passing through the right lung and liver, and was sufficient to cause death.
Peter Saup testified that he was standing in front of Gates’ saloon; turned round and looked into saloon and saw John Hogan with arm extended towards deceased’s back; heard report of a pistol and saw a flash. Deceased sprang off of chair in which he was sitting reading newspaper, saying “Don’t shoot me,” or “Don’t kill me,” and started for side door of saloon, into which he got. Hogan following him up, in the act of cocking his pistol which he had presented at Arter as he lay in the hallway, the door was then closed by someone inside; then took hold of Hogan who made considerable resistance trying to retain possession of revolver, he said to witness, “Let me alone and get away from here.” J. C. LaHue, city marshal, then came in and Hogan gave himself up to him. With others, witness then went through saloon up rear steps and down front steps to front side door, where deceased was found lying on floor with shoulders against door, just alive, and gasping. Deceased was then brought to where he is now lying. The time of shooting was 5:40 p.m.
J. C. LaHue, city marshal, testified that he was at police headquarters, heard the report of a pistol and saw a crowd gathering in front of Gates’ saloon; saw John Hogan after someone, and seemed to be trying to get at someone inside of the door of the saloon. There seemed to be someone inside of the door trying to close the same, who finally succeeded in keeping Hogan out. Saup and McNulty were trying to take the pistol from Hogan, who was much excited. Witness took hold of Hogan, who was much excited. Witness took hold of Hogan and took him over to Justice John Robinson’s office, where he gave me his revolver. He said to me, after I asked him what was the trouble, that he had killed Charley Arter.
Col. G. W. McKeaig was passing Gates’ saloon and saw deceased sitting in front door reading; heard report of a pistol, and saw deceased spring out of chair, and witness and deceased got into hall door and closed same. Witness asked deceased, “Who is firing at you, Charley?” and he replied, “Hogan.” I said, “Are you hurt?” and he replied, “I am killed.” He got to his feet and fell and I repeated, “Charley, are you badly hurt,” and replied again, “I am killed.” Deceased again got up and fell the third time. I saw he was dying, and went for assistance. Witness did not see any shooting and did not see Hogan.
The jury rendered the following verdict, viz:
“We, the undersigned jurors, sworn to enquire into the death of Charles D. Arter, on oath, do find that he came to his death by a pistol shot, fired by the hand of John Hogan.”
R. W. Miller, foreman; James S. Rearden, M. P. Fulton, George S. Fisher, John A. Poor, Fred. Baker, William Oliver, Robert Hinkle, Charles Gillhofer, William Alba, H. Hasenjager, and O. Haythorn.
marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Charles D. Arter
Born Sept. 13, 1829, Died July 30, 1879.—Darrel Dexter)
When, on Wednesday evening, Coroner Fitzgerald came into request in Cairo, it was ascertained that he was absent in the county, holding an inquest over the dead body of Theron Gilson. The coroner was accompanied by Sheriff Hodges, lest the evidence should develop a necessity for putting somebody under arrest.
Messrs. Fitzgerald and Hodges repaired to the home of Gilson, which is situated about five or six miles from Unity. Gilson’s dead body was on view, and the coroner, having empanelled a jury of neighbors, elicited information to the following effect:
Gilson had married a widow with two or three grown daughters. Van Hazlewood had taken one of these daughters in marriage. In course of time the wife died, and through the persuasions or by the consent of Gilson the bereaved stepson-in-law came to Gilson’s house to live.
Van and Theron were given to drink, Theron to great excess. Saturday night a supply of whisky was brought to the house, and some of the inmates, Theron especially, got uproariously drunk, keeping up the revels to a late hour at night. At 5 o’clock Sunday morning Mrs. Gilson, standing in the door of her house, saw her husband going toward the well, still visibly under the influence of whisky. He approached, leaned over the aperture, and losing his balance, went down, head first. Mrs. Gilson immediately apprised her son-in-law, Hazlewood, who was still in bed, of what had happened, and that individual, getting out of bed and dressing himself, hurried to homes of two of the neighbors, succeeded, after a time, in getting matters in shape to determine whether the unfortunate Theron had killed himself by the fall, or drowned after falling, or was still alive, waiting to be drawn up. Doubts and uncertainties in this respect were soon determined. The body, when rescued, had no signs of life about it. There were heavy contusions to be seen upon the head and arms, but it is thought that death ensued from drowning.
Mr. Hazlewood, under oath, corroborated the statement of Mrs. Gilson, so far as it related to the fact of her arousing him and informing him of the mishap to Theron; and in several respects his statements were corroborated by the testimony he gave in. But it being known that Hazlewood and Gilson quarreled a great deal of late, neighbors were not wanting to form grave suspicions that Hazlewood had assisted Gilson in his plunge by giving him a starting tap on the head. Others conjectured that Gilson had been hit on the head, and afterwards thrown into the well. These theories were supported by the discovery of spots of blood about the well, the presence of which could be explained upon no other reasonable hypothesis.
But the horror-mongers were not allowed to feed upon the suspicions thus created, but for a brief interval, although it was shown that the blood could not have got where it was found, because of any hurt deceased had received during the fall, and it was known that it did not drop there from the body after recovery. But a man named Burns, living in the neighborhood, furnished a key to the whole mystery. He was in the act of drawing water at the well, the handle of the windlass slipped out of his hand, and while spinning around at a rapid rate, gave him a “severe clout” on the proboscis that disturbed the “claret” thereabouts quite liberally. This explanation taken in connection with Mrs. Gilson’s testimony, completely untripped all suspicions of foul play, and left the jury no other course to pursue than to declare that Theron Gilson had come to his death by losing his balance and falling headlong into his own well.
Deceased is well known to quite all the residents of the Fourth Ward, and is quite as well known throughout the county. It was a practice to which he adhered with great pertinacity, for a number of years, to get on a spree every time he visited Cairo and to let the whole upper end of the city know that he was in town. He was an industrious man, always on the go, and managed to get money, when many of his neighbors were compelled to do without that very essential commodity. While it is likely that Theron was the greatest enemy to himself, it is nevertheless true that but few of his Cairo acquaintances can recall the time when they considered it a pleasure to meet him.
It is a sad end the poor fellows came to, and all of us can afford to hope that he rests in peace.
Gilson married Mary McCrite on 3 Jun 1865, in Alexander Co.,
Ill. Martin VanBuren Hazlewood married Margaret McCrite on 16
Oct 1870, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
The announcement of Dr. Arter’s death, which took place at a quarter to 10 o’clock, yesterday morning, will excite but little surprise among the people of Cairo.
Something over a year ago his left leg was broken in two places by the fall of a wall at the foundation of which he was working. Being at that time over 80 years of age, it was thought that he could not recover from his injuries; but possessing a vigorous constitution and a well preserved physical organization, he so far recovered as to be able to move from place to place on crutches, and for a time he was promised a renewed lease of several years of life. Five or six months ago, however, he was taken down with pneumonia, which being succeeded by other ailments, so reduced him in flesh and strength that his recuperative powers failed to assert themselves, and he was confined to his bed continuously from that time forward. The advent of the present hot weather had a most debilitating effect upon him, and growing feebler from day to day, he finally passed away easily and calmly, like one lying down to sweet dreams.
Doctor Arter was born in the State of Maryland, on the 3rd day of June, 1798, and was at the time of his death, therefore, 81 years, two months and three days old. He was married twice, having six children by his first wife, only one of which now survives him, viz: Mrs. Louis Jaccard, of Caledonia. By his second wife, (who still survives him and who bestowed most patient and loving care upon him during his long and trying illness) he also had six children, four of whom (all being daughters) survive him and reside in this city.
The Doctor came to Southern Illinois over forty years ago, during twenty-five years of which time he lived in Pulaski County, and practiced medicine. Always blessed with great vigor and activity of both body and mind, he not only became a very successful physician in his treatment of the diseases incident to the country, but became a widely known, popular and influential citizen.
At the outbreak of the war, he moved to Cairo, and accepted an appointment from President Lincoln to the then very responsible and laborious position of Surveyor of the Cairo Port. This office he held, always personally supervising its affairs, until the close of the war, when he returned from business altogether, upon a competence for his old age. Although often importuned to offer himself as a candidate for offices of public trust, he seemed to have no ambition in that direction, contenting himself during his eighteen years residence in Cairo, with a single term as select councilman—a position he filled most intelligently and industriously.
Although but little in public life, as already stated, few men were most constantly before the public. Known to and knowing almost everybody in the country—a man of quick, perception, active intellect and good judgment, he was induced to accept a directorship of the affairs of the Emporium Real Estate and Manufacturing Company, during the prosperous days of that corporation, and so well and satisfactorily did he discharge the trusts of the position, that, upon his retirement, his co-directors and the officers of the company testified their appreciation of his valuable aid, in the presentation of a splendid and costly gold watch. In the management of his own affairs he was reasonably successful, so much so that his declining years were blessed with a “temporal abundance.”
During the past ten years the Doctor gave much thought to the creeds of the different Christian sects and embodied in pamphlet form the results of much of his thought and researches. He firmly believed in an over-ruling, ever-present intelligence, and in an existence after death, but he discarded all the creeds and isms of the churches, and denied the inspiration of the scriptures and the divinity of Christ. To this deistic belief he clung to the last rational moment of his life, feeling assured that, whatever the future might have in store for the creatures of earth, he would fare as well and happily as the rest.
He approached death without a tremor or a fear—nay, he longed for it as for a happy release from his suffering—as for a sweet rest for his old and toil-worn body. Daily, almost hourly, for months past, he has exclaimed, “Oh, will the end never come?”—and, in the growing certainly that the end would not long be delayed, he was never frightened or alarmed, but solaced and comforted. He had run his course, he had outlived the allotted span; nature had prepared him for the change, and he contemplated it calmly, philosophically—never as a terror, but always as a rest to his tired, worn, pain-racked, and exhausted old body, and wearied but ever active brain.
Now and here more is not called for, at least at our hand. We have known him long and well as a most affectionate father to his children, and as a most provident husband, and now as the surviving children and the bereaved widow commit his body to the earth, they can have the solace of knowing that the world is no worse because Doctor Arter came upon it, performed his mission and passed away. Thousands remember him to bless him for his generous charities, and friendly aid and counsel, and blessed memories of him will live long after all that is now left of him has became a mass of indistinguishable dust.
See Funeral notice elsewhere.
funeral of Chris. Kelly will take place at 3 o’clock tomorrow from
Twentieth Street. The body will be taken to St. Patrick’s Church, and then
to Villa Ridge for interment.
Glass, calling J. B. Alexander, who is in the cell with him
under a charge of horse stealing, to act as his amanuensis, writes the
following letter to his son:
It is indeed heartrending to me to reveal to you the sad news which this letter contains. My dear son, it is this: Your poor, dear father has been sentenced to be hung on the 16th day of September next, for committing murder. Now, my dear son, all that I can do at this critical time, is to advise you to steer afar from the wicked paths of this life, which your poor father has for so long a time traveled to his sorrow, and which has brought him to suffer the dreadful penalty of the law, which is drawing so near. Above all things, my dear boy, never allow yourself to get in the habit of keeping the company of bad women and drinking whisky. Of all evils these are by far the greatest, and will sooner or later bring any man to ruin who follows them. Your Aunt Becky told me time and again that bad women would cause my life to be taken. But little did I think that she was speaking the fatal word. Tell your Aunt Becky that I am trying to prepare to meet my God, and I do sincerely hope and trust that by the earnest prayers of myself, my friends, and above all, the grace of our Almighty God, through Jesus Christ, our redeemer, I may be saved.
dear son, I do hope that this may be sufficient warning for you never to
live the life your poor father has, but live a Christian life, and try to
make a good and useful man of yourself. Tell your Aunt Becky I would be
glad if she would bring you over to see me before the day of execution. I
would be glad to see any of my friends. I here within bid all my friends,
white or black, a final adieu, and implore them never to do as I have done.
May God ever bless and be with you all, is the earnest prayer of
Then addressing the crowd, through the gratings of his cell door, he said: “I’ve been tole the wickedness of my ways. God has been here and done something for me. I’m glad to know He’s been here. I am now just waiting for that morning to come. I’ll be glad when it gets here. My days are numbered. And now to prove that God has been here and done something for me, last night I was sound asleep in my bunk and it was dark as a dungeon, and I sat up in my bunk, and my little child that has been dead seven years come and sat on my knee and my old wife who’s been dead four years, and who I didn’t think much of until after she died, she come here and throwed her arms around my neck, and said ‘Charles, come to glory!’ and that’s what makes me believe God has been here and done something for me. ‘Charles, come to glory,’ and yes, bless God, I am going to glory, and they may tear and break my old body, but my soul is bound for glory.
“The other evening I was praying, and some boys come to the winder and said, ‘Glass, quit praying, you’ll never get any justice from God, you don’t deserve it,’ but a voice came out of the darkness and it said, ‘Glass, pray on,’ and I said, ‘Lord, here I am, just as I am, take me;’ and the Lord said He didn’t hear me at first, but it wasn’t His desire to send me to hell.
“And then the devil come. He come like a scorpion, like a rattlesnake, he come like dice, like cards, he come dancing on the floor in a ball room, and all at once I jumped up and shook myself, and the cell and all around was lit up with a brightness like the sun and the devil was gone, because God was with me and was my protector.”
He then indulged in a little exhortation: “I want you all to go to God. God wants you. You are no better than I was. No one can tell what a dear Savior I have found. I was ashamed for awhile to let ‘em catch me praying. When the little girl would come in I’d jump up and pretend to be fixing the cell, but now I bear my cross, bless God, and fear no one.”
At this point a colored woman in the crowd named Fletcher, spoke up, and congratulated him on his change of heart. “I have a bad son, and his name is George Robertson. You and George have gambled, and drank and run after bad women together, and I have prayed and keep on praying that George might stay away from them out-going women. Bad company leads to bad places. I try to live a good woman. Good bye, dear Charles, if I meet you no more on earth, I hope to find you in heaven.”
with a hearty “amen,” the visitors left the cell and Glass retired to
his bunk. We entertain no doubt whatever that the doomed man will face
death, as he says he will, without “fear or trembling.”
happy as he is and well as he loves “vittles,” he feels very bitterly toward
Ellen McKearney and her sister, Ruth Brown. Both of ‘em he
says, ought to hang on the some pole that he hangs on—the wretched fellow
having conveyed the idea that he is to be hanged on a pole! Not a little
gall has been added to his feelings too, by the recent information that Ruth
Brown had been married three or four times before she came to him,
but as he was not married to Ruth himself, it is a little difficult to
conceive where the cause for exasperation comes in. He insists, now, very
vehemently, that before he struck the fatal blow, Newman raised him,
ordered him out of the room and tried to strike him. This is clearly an
afterthought the doomed man has pondered over so much, that he now probably
believes it. The position of the body, the blow on the back of the head,
and the testimony of the only witness in the house at the time, clearly
disprove it. No such pretence was set up before the coroner’s jury.
Aug 1879, issue records her name as Priscilla Barrett. Caspar
Yost married Mary E. Barrett on 18 Sep 1862, in Jefferson Co.,
H. Gunn is in the 1860 census of Richview, Washington Co., Ill. He
was born about 1842 in Illinois, the son of John C. and Caroline Gunn.
He enlisted as a private in Co. D, 110th Illinois Infantry in
1862. His enlistment record states he was born at Nashville, Ill., was
married, and a lawyer. He was promoted to 1st sergeant and then
2nd lieutenant in 1863.—Darrel Dexter)
On Tuesday or Wednesday of last week, while the passenger train of the O & M road was slowly approaching the depot at Vincennes, a person in male attire, was seen to fall or jump from the rear platform. Bystanders hastened to the spot, but found the stranger dead. An examination of the body by the coroner’s jury disclosed the person’s sex, but failed to detect the slightest bruise or contusion that could be charged to the fall. Her neck was not broken and but for a slight discoloration of the face and neck, the appearance of the deceased was entirely natural. Although the jury concluded that death ensued in consequence of the fall from the car, it is quite probable that the woman was a victim of heart disease. She was penniless, and the only scrap of paper about her person was a strip torn from the margin of a newspaper, containing the following words written in pencil: “My name is Annie Mehan. My home is in Louisville. If anything should happen me, the party finding this will send me”--and the balance was illegible.
In speaking of the body the Vincennes Sun says: “The supposition that she was an abandoned woman, was unwarranted. Her person was free from blemish, and her face, shapely and symmetrical, gave no indications of dissipation. Her form was beautifully moulded, but her hands indicated that she had been performing hard work, and her feet (the large toe of the right foot missing) that shoes had not always formed a part of her wearing apparel.”
story this poor wanderer, who had scarcely reached the meridian of life,
might have told, we may never know. Her “tramp” was ended as she seems to
have anticipated, and if any would seek her they must hunt among the pauper
graves of the “Old Past,” on the banks of the raging Wabash.
(The 2 Mar 1878, 9 Mar 1878, and 1 Nov 1879, Jonesboro
Gazette reported that John O. Bradshaw was shot and killed on 22
Feb 1878, at Mt. Pisgah School, nine miles east of Dongola in Johnson
County, by William Penrod.—Darrel Dexter)
Sep 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that H. Clay McClure, son
of Thomas J. McClure, of Clear Creek in Alexander County, died 30 Aug
1879, in the Mississippi River, aged 22 years.—Darrel Dexter)
Editor Cairo Bulletin.
You have informed us through The Bulletin that Mr. Roberts has obtained the signatures of all the jurors who tried the negro, Glass, and fixed his penalty at death, to a petition for a commutation of the sentence; and that he would, after having obtained that of the judge, lay the petition before the Governor, in the hope that he may annul the judgment of twelve men who swore to render a verdict, according to the law and evidence.
It is possible that the Governor will comply with the request and I will not say that in this case, it would be wrong for him to do so. But does not the action of the jurors, in signing the petition, seem somewhat out of order? The practice of first convicting and condemning a man, thus putting him in a state of dreadful mental agony for weeks, and then, as though regretting, or seeing the wrongfulness of the act, asking a higher authority to undo the blunder, has become so general, and with so much success have such petitions met, that unless the practice is restrained it must, to some extent, destroy the public faith in and respect for the jury system and encourage mob-law.
I do not say this forbade the purpose of influencing public opinion against anyone, for I didn’t believe that anything I could say would have that effect. And I do not wish to be understood as saying a single word against any person whose life may be in jeopardy. I object to the action of the jurors in such case. I believe that every time a juror signs a petition asking the Governor of a State to pardon a man whom he himself has condemned, one of two things must be true—either the accused was not guilty of the charge or the juror was incompetent or ineligible.
Twelve men swear that they believe in capital punishment; that they can and will render a verdict according to the law and evidence. They listen to the evidence of sworn witnesses, have it impressed upon their minds by eloquent lawyers; the law is expounded to them by an able judge. They retire to consult among themselves for hours in privacy, then return and standing before the judge, declare under oath, that they believe the prisoner guilty of murder in the first degree, and that he deserves death. A week after, these same men declare, though indirectly over their signatures, that they believe nothing of the kind. This may not be perjury, but it certainly is glaring inconsistency.
New evidence in the form of affidavits, produced a week or more after the verdict of the jury was found, may, of course, justify them in changing their minds; but I believe that if such evidence fails to induce the judge to grant a new trial, it cannot be weighty enough to justify the entire jury in an action so incompatible with their opinion rendered under oath.
yesterday morning, _____ Velle, daughter of Joseph M. Velle,
aged 13 months. Funeral services at the residence of the parents, corner
Ohio Levee, and Fourth Street this morning. The funeral cortege will leave
the house at 8 a.m., sharp, in buggies for Villa Ridge, where the remains
will be interred. Friends of the family are invited to attend.
Sir—I have been called to the front through the columns of your paper of
yesterday, stating that a Mr. Roberts has obtained the signature of
all the jurors in the negro Glass case. Now, for the benefit of
“Wilhelm,” I will state, that it is true I swore to render a verdict
according to the law and evidence, and one that I believed, in my honest
judgment, to be right and just. I did so, and from that day until this I
have neither said nor signed to the contrary, yours respectfully, etc.
Tuesday, 9 Sep 1879:
Sunday night, Mr. James Meachem, living on the Arter farm, near the Junction, seven miles from the city, retired to his bed, as was his custom, not dreaming that anybody in the world harbored designs against his life. He fell asleep. The report of a pistol was heard, the wife awakened thereby, found her husband in his death throes, a bullet having been sped through his brain. At the time we write we are without details. The bloody deed appalled the whole neighborhood and although conjecture was rife, yesterday morning, no clue had been gained that fastened suspicion upon anyone. Meachem was not a quarrelsome or a dissipated man, and was one of the last men in Pulaski County that anyone would have pitched upon, as the probable victim of the assassin’s bullet. He leaves a wife and several children, and as his whole life was devoted to hard manual labor, he was enabled to provide enough for the present, but nothing for the future. His family, therefore, is left in very straightened circumstances.
M. Meechum married Esther A. Maddroy on 20 Aug 1862, in
Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
“Did you kill him?”
“Spec I did. Spec dat’s what dey want me for.”
“What was the big black man’s name?”
“”De Lawd knows, and he ain’t tole me yet.”
John A. Poore commenced the erection of the enclosure that is to
surround the Glass scaffold, yesterday morning. It encloses the same
ground used by Sheriff Irwin, is twenty-five by twenty-five feet with
walls seventeen feet in height. As the height of the enclosure and the fact
that the courthouse will be locked against the entrance of the curious and
horror-hunting crowd, it will be quite useless for a great throng of people
to gather under the expectation that by some “hook or crook” a sight of the
hanging will be obtainable. The sheriff has already summoned the selection
of his guards, and several hours before the hours of execution he will have
at least one hundred trusty men armed and on duty about the courthouse
premises. It is a difficult matter to find a more obligating man than
Sheriff Hodges, but in this case the limits and restrictions imposed
upon him by law will compel him to deny to hundreds of good friends and
intimate acquaintances the favor of a permit. Of course some of these good
friends will feel vexed and resentful, but as the sheriff’s actions will be
shaped in accordance with the requirements of the statutes, and not
according to his own pleasure or inclination, the vexation and resentment
will prove alike impotent and foolish.
Preparations for the execution of the murderer Glass, were commenced yesterday morning. Our reporter called upon the doomed man to learn his state of mind, in view of the growing certainty of death, and found him quite as composed as upon any former occasion. He plainly heard the hammering and sawing and knew what if meant.
“I hear every lick that is struck,” he remarked, “and knew from the first that they were building my scaffold; but it makes no difference. They have got to build the scaffold, I suppose, and as I can’t help myself it would do no good to take on and be miserable. But this I do know, that if the people of this town knew all the facts in the case, they would not allow me to be hanged. They don’t know how about two years ago, I picked that woman (Ruth Brown) up and gave her clothes and food and a home, and they don’t know how that Carter Newman came between me and her, and took her away from me, and how they carried on in my presence. I had been working hard from 6 o’clock in the morning until 11 o’clock at night to get money for that woman to spend, and on the Saturday evening before the murder, I came home for supper and found no supper ready. Ellen McKearney called to me and said she, ‘Glass, if you will give me ten cents I’ll tell you something.’ And then she pointed to a room that was barricaded up and says she, ‘Carter and Ruth Brown have been in there together for hours.’ And when I “carried on” about such conduct under my own eyes, Carter came at me with brass knuckles. He was a strong man; mighty few men could get away with Carter, and I was afraid of him. And the people don’t know that the money I gave to Ruth Brown to buy something to eat was spent by her and Newman for whiskey; and how I had to put up with it or be bullied and whipped to my own house. It was a pretty hard thing for a man to stand. I ought to be punished for killing Carter, but I oughtn’t to die for it, and if everything had been told I wouldn’t have been sent to death.”
The wretched fellow plead his case with great earnestness and has fully persuaded himself that if he had another chance to get his side of the case to a jury, the gallows would be robbed of a victim.
The reporter then asked the prisoner if there was anything he could do for him. With a dull appearance of humor in his countenance, Glass promptly replied: “Yes, there’s something you can do for me and I wish you wouldn’t forget it. Bring me a hatchet, a chisel and an auger. Be sure to bring ‘em; and if you can’t get ‘em here before 2 o’clock Tuesday morning, bring them then for with life outside and death inside, I’ll make my way through these walls before daylight. The reporter admonishing him to build up no hopes of that character, he replied that he had no hope of escape and didn’t think it likely the Governor would interfere and let him spend his days in the penitentiary.
Being asked, finally, if he had anything to say that he wanted the public to know, he replied: “No, not now. On Monday I’ll get Mr. ------ to write out my statement. As it will be made by a man just going to die, I guess the people will believe it. I’ll tell all I know, and tell the truth. I’m not to blame as much as people think I am. I’m only an ignorant nigger, but I had great trouble, and smarter men than I am would have done as I did if they’d been worried and robbed and whipped and insulted in their own houses as I was. I will have Mr. ----- write it down for The Bulletin so that everybody can see, after I’m dead and gone, that I wasn’t as much to blame as they now think I am.”
The arrangement for the writing of the statement has already been made by the doomed man, with the understanding that it is to be published by us with our account of the execution.
If Glass is not inspired by the hope that he will be
furnished an opportunity to escape or that the Governor will interfere, and
commute his punishment to imprisonment, his comparatively easy and
comfortable frame of mind and the manifest absence of all fear of death are
quite unusual, to say the least of them.
Sunday, 14 Sep 1879:
The following extract from the Springfield Journal’s obituary notice, will add a few items of interest to those already given by us concerning the early times of Col. Dougherty:
“Ex-Lieutenant Governor John Dougherty, whose death at his home in
Jonesboro, this State, on Sunday last, has already been announced, was born
on Duck Creek, near Marietta, O., May 6, 1806. He was the son of Charles
Dougherty, a native of Ireland, who left that country in 1798, and
Elizabeth Wolf, a resident of Lancaster County, Penn. Charles
Dougherty was a fine classical scholar, having been educated in Ireland
for the priesthood. Being obliged to leave on account of his connection
with a revolutionary uprising, he in time, became a devout Methodist. In
1808, he settled in Cape Girardeau, and soon fell a victim to fever, leaving
thee sons and a daughter. Mrs. Dougherty remained there with her
children, till 1812, when she removed to Union County, Ill., because of the
terrible destruction of life and property in her locality in Missouri by the
earthquake in 1811 and 1812.
Although Charley Glass is fated to see only two more risings and settings of the sun, his apparent unconcern, and light-heartedness excite surprise. Possibly he is inspired by the hope of a reprieve or commutation; but he declares that he is not and feels that he must die.
Yesterday, when our reporter called, he was in a bantering humor apparently the happiest man in jail. Ed. Braxton had been talking to him and called out, as he turned to leave: “Good bye Charley, I can’t shake hands with you, but as I shall never see you again, I’ll say good bye forever.” Glass, who was soaping his hands, responded: “No, I can’t shake hands with you, it would be a slippery shake; but it’s all the same.”—and feeling touched by the humor of the remark, he laughed quite heartily. To our reporter’s inquiry if he felt disposed to talk, he humorously replied that the price of his talk was a nickel. He had heard of the petition in his behalf, he said, but it was too late. Capt. Chapman told him he’d sign a petition and give $50 and Capt. Ned Warren said he’d do the same; but the petition wasn’t ready. “If they’d let me go up and see the president of the state, Mr. McCullom—a brother of Mr. McAuliff there”—and here Glass laughed again—“if they’d let me go up, the president would turn me loose. But petitions are as apt to go over the left shoulder as the right one, and mine is going over the left.”
Being asked if his sleep or appetite was disturbed, he said, “No, I eat all I can get and I get plenty, and I guess no man can eat any more than he can get”—and here another laugh came in. “I sleep soundly nearly all night. Last night I dreamed that the scaffold was done and they had me hanging down the hatchway, to a rope like an auger, and they were swinging me back and forward and whirling me around tremendous, until somebody cut me down. Then they picked me up and carried me out into a wheat field, and seeing that they couldn’t hang me, there I waked up shouting and rejoicing. But I have got to hang. I don’t blame Mr. Hodges. I’d hang you,” said he, eyeing the reporter, “or any other man, if I was sheriff. No, I don’t blame Mr. Hodges. He’s done nothing to me; but he’s going to do something to me next Tuesday”—and at this grim pleasantry he laughed.
He was told that if he had any reasonable favor to ask, to make it known. “Yes, indeed,” he replied with a grin. “I’ve big favors to ask. I’ve to ask of Mr. Hodges to please drop the keys, like he’d lost ‘em, where some friend of mine can find ‘em, and unlock the door, and I’ve the favor to ask that that man (meaning Governor Cullom) would send for me to come up there. Wouldn’t I be happy!” “But, no,” said he gloomily, “The men and women that wanted my life are going to get it. The scaffold is finished and Tuesday I die on it. But I know that the souls of them that prosecuted me so hard are not resting easy. They’ve got the stain of my blood on ‘em, and it will always stay there. My fix is no worse then theirs, in this world, and in the next world they’ll suffer a thousand times worse than they suffer here.”
At this juncture a number of colored visitors came up, and the talk became too miscellaneous to follow.
Friday, Glass tried very hard to persuade the watchman to transfer
him to another cell, claiming that he suffered from the headache where he
was, and couldn’t sleep. The watchman being a small man and no match for
Glass, physically, it is believed that it was the desperate fellow’s
purpose, had the door been opened, to effect the transfer, to have made a
dash for liberty. Notwithstanding his protestations that he is ready and
somewhat anxious to die and pass to celestial spheres, he would promptly
avail himself of any earthly chance to regain his liberty. But he will not
be furnished the “earthly chance.” From this time forth the guards will be
so increased and strengthened, that he could not escape, if the walls around
him were leveled with the earth.
Editor Cairo Bulletin:
Was there ever a time since we claimed our freedom that our jails, penitentiaries, insane asylums and houses for the drunkard and for the imbecile were so overwhelmingly full as now? And has there been a decade in all our hundred years that witnessed so many hangings as has the last? What is the lesson to be learned from these facts? Is it not that the more punishments we inflict—the more capital punishment I mean, the larger the number grows upon whom the law can inflict it?
I am not one of those bouquet-bestowing, incense-offering individuals who look upon a murderer as a highly favored person upon whom to lavish homage, and are to be envied sort of fame and notoriety. On the other hand, I would have all men who violate the laws in such a degree as Charles Glass has done, punished by the laws, but punished in accordance with his ability to comprehend and understand his own crime; and have no man, whatever his crime, hanged. To sit in council over such a mortal as Glass, condemn and hang him, has, to me, much the looks of sitting in council over and condemning the vicious and deadly conduct of a dumb brute, and dragging it up to execution, in obedience to law and order; and, in so far as the example goes, would prove about as beneficial to other men of his stamp. A severe thrashing with a cat-o’-nine-tails would prove a thousand times more efficacious and would hold in its execution a greater terror for such men than all the gallows ever erected will hold. Is not this a self-evident fact? Is there a man who doubts it—who ever gave the matter a second thought?
I sincerely sympathize with Sheriff Hodges for I know his whole soul shrinks from the performance of the duty the law imposes upon him. He is a man gifted with brains, has a tender heart and knows he is compelled to do a most disagreeable duty, and must and will suffer accordingly. Glass on the other hand, is a poor, ignorant fellow, who hardly knows and certainly cannot appreciate his own crime or his own punishment—a sort of creature that can be and is held to strict account for all his misdeeds though, in a measure, is not, in himself, fully cognizant of the enormity of his sin or of his sufferings.
Is there no way, Mr. Editor, by which this cruel deed can be ameliorated? Can nothing be done to avert that horrible execution? Ugh, it gives me the shudders to even think of it! The morbid curiosity that would glut itself witnessing the sickening sight, is just the material to grow up fiends and demons in human shape. Then, if it may not be looked upon, where the lesson? Do we hang the murderer to punish him or to serve as a warning to others? Yours, terribly disturbed,
When, how, where, will the prevailing epidemic of crime be brought to an end? The horror begotten of one atrocious murder scarcely subsides until the public is brought to the contemplation of another. Life is held as of no value, and men, sitting in the supposed security of their own family circles, sleeping in their own beds, or mingling among their fellows, not thinking or dreaming of danger, are mercilessly slaughtered and hurried, without warning, to the realities of another world. Crime stalks abroad among us, unparalleled by the threatened penalty of the law, and not man can say that he is not marked as the near victim for the assassin’s bullet!
At a point in Mississippi County, about four miles south of Charleston, and probably a dozen or more miles from Cairo, live the families of John Burns and Richard Jones. The latter believing that Burns was on terms of unwarranted familiarity with his wife, became furiously jealous, and a harmless shooting scrape, followed. Burns was arrested and fined $50, and having no money, was committed to the Charleston jail. The next day, however, he was released on the execution of a mortgage on a part of his growing crop. Burns then returned home, intending to remain there until the corn crop, in which he held a half interest, could be gathered and disposed of. When Burns was committed to jail, Jones struck out for Texas, and on Wednesday of last week, Burns received a letter from him, purporting to have been written and mailed in Texas. In this letter Jones gave Burns the assurance that he did not hold him responsible for his intimacy with Mrs. Jones, and would let the whole matter pass out of mind. During all this interval, Mrs. Jones remained in the neighborhood, at the house of an acquaintance. On his return home, Friday evening, Burns found Mrs. Jones there. After supper she retired to an adjoining room, leaving Burns at the table, reading. A few moments afterwards the report of a shotgun was heard, and Burns, with a charge of buckshot in the breast, tumbled from his chair to the floor. The wounded man giving some information of remaining life, the bloody assassin entered the room, and, using the butt of his gun as a bludgeon, beat the dying man’s head into an unrecognizable mass of crushed bones and bruised and bloody flesh. His diabolical work thus completed, the assassin left the room and fled the country. The letter and other circumstances point to Jones as the guilty man; but as he was not seen in the country before the murder or since then, the officers of the law are said to be entirely at sea in their efforts to fix the terrible responsibility where it rightly belongs.
The murdered man was a native of New York, and at the time of his death was about 36 years old. He was a bricklayer and plasterer by trade, and as he worked in this city, he is known to quite all of his fellow tradesmen here, and, perhaps, to many others. Dying poor, leaving no money to pay for the capture and prosecution of his murderer, the chances are that his horrible taking off will go unavenged.
The question again recurs, when and where is this carnival of crime to stop? Red-handed devils shoot down the citizen who may have incurred their displeasure, and then laugh at the impotency of the law, and the weakness, the timidity of our courts of justice! Today a wretched negro man answers, with his life, for the crime of murder. The good of society demands his life, and the lives, as well, of all who have blackened their souls and appalled the community, as he did, by the horrible crime of MURDER!
(Charley Glass, the murderer who is to expiate his crime on the gallows today, desiring that his statement should go to the public before he is executed, enlisted the services of an amanuensis, yesterday morning and about midday sent us the following which he is pleased to term his “true dying statement.” The recital harmonizes in the main, with the testimony given to the jury, except as to the location of the death wound, in reference to which he is mistaken. He indulges in no preliminary rhapsodies, but enters at once upon the merits of his statement, as follows:)
“On Wednesday, the 19th of March, A. D. 1879, I was on my way from work, to get my supper. Ellen McKerney met me at Mr. Ernest Pettit’s grocery store, and asked me for 10 cents to get gin with. I told her I didn’t have it. She said, ‘Give it to me and I’ll tell you something you want to hear.’ I run my hand in my pocket and pulled out 10 cents and gave it to her. She said, ‘Slip upstairs as easy as you can and you’ll find your wife (Ruthy Brown) and Carter in your little room, locked up together. They have been there all day.’ I done as she said and saw them both come out of the room. I went to the door and the bed was tumbled, which was made up when I left there at dinnertime. I went in t'other room, set down by the stove, and hung my head down and laughed. Ruth said, ‘What’s the matter; what you laughing at?’ I said, ‘What you been doing?’ She said, ‘Nothing.’ My reply was, ‘You can’t fool me; I’m too old.’ She then went back in the little room and I slipped to the door and saw her putting on her drawers. Then she come out and I told her I was going to move my things. She thowed her arms round my neck, and said, ‘Please, Charlie, don’t leave me, and Ill behave myself the rest of my life.’ This happened in the presence of Wash Steel and his wife. I said, ‘Go way, I been fooled too often by nigger women and don’t ‘low to be fooled no more.’ She then said, ‘Brother Wash, talk to him for me; I don’t want him to leave me; He has treated me better than anybody else ever did.’ Wash talked to me and as I did love the woman, I went back to the room. She give me some kind of tea to make me love and hang after her. I know what kind of tea it was, but I won’t say. She come after me and set in my lap and commenced crying, and asked me for money to buy meat with for breakfast. I give her a dollar, for I had nothing less, in change. She went out, and while I was eating my supper, a friend come and told me that she had gone and bought ten cents worth of whisky, and give it to Carter Newman. I had done told her not to go to church that night, but after she give the whisky to Carter, she come back and commenced fixing in a big hurry for church. I s'posed they had made a plot to go together, and I snatched her bonnet and cloak away from her. She jumped at me, and while trying to take her bonnet and cloak, I got the 90 cents out of her pocket, was why I knowed she had spent 10 cents of the $1.00, as my friend had told me. In the tumble, she throwed water on me, and I slapped her. Carter then grabbed her, and run off with her up the sidewalk. Her little cousin said to me, ‘Come on Cousin Charlie, I’ll show you right whar they is,’ and he showed them to me, under the sidewalk hid. I then went back to my house, locked myself up, and went to sleep. This was about 9 o’clock, and she said she was going to her mother’s. About 11 o’clock she come back, knocked at the door, and begged me to let her in. A few minutes arter that, he come and knocked at the door, and I told him to go away. I had let Ruth in, and he cursed me and said, ‘Let me in; I’ve paid for a bed.’ I told him he hadn’t paid me. I said to Ruth, you been off half the night with that nigger and now come back here to bother me. You said you was gwine to your mother’s. She went to the door, whispered to him, and then he went off. I tried to get her out, but she staid there frettin’ and wouldn’t sleep herself, nor let me sleep.
“So on the next morning he came back ‘fore I was out of bed. I got up and went off, to keep from having anything to say to him. About 10 or 11 o’clock I came back, was sitting in my room and didn’t know that he was on the place. She come and set down by me and he come to the door and told her to get her things out there and he would pawn his value for a house to put the things in. She told him she didn’t want to move her things. He then walked in, took her trunk and set it in the hall and commenced stripping my bed, when I snatched the things way from him. He then went out, and I put her out, and locked the room up and went off. When I came back ‘bout one hour afterwards, he had broken the door open, took my bed out, put it in another room, and both of them were locked up in there together. I went to the door and told them, that was a plot they made that morning, while I was downtown, and he told me to go way from there or he would come out and hurt my head and hurt it bad too. I then started to get over the door, through the ‘transient;’ he throwed the door open, which thowed me in the room. He then kicked me in the side, and took one of my bed slats and beat me with it. That crippled me, so I fastened my door and went to bed. After I went to sleep he came and opened the door, and cut my pants pockets out, with $7.00 in ‘em. Eddie Perry saw him do this. The next morning, which was Saturday, I told him to give me my money back, and he said he didn’t have a cent, but if I ‘cused him of taking the money, that he would pay me back in a week or two. Then he went straight downtown and bought a pair of shoes and came back with ‘em in hand, and had money ‘nough to pay his and Ruth’s way over the river to a ball. This was Saturday night. Then I axed him: ‘Carter, whar did you git that money to buy them shoes with, and pay $3.00 for a skiff to take women ‘cross the river with?—thought you told me you didn’t have no money.’ Then he sneaked off. I don’t know whar he went to. I then staid at home all night, and next morning ‘bout 7 o’clock, I went downtown, and as I was coming back, most everybody I met told me that Carter said he had done give me one darn good clubbing, and if I said anything more to him, and didn’t leave there, he would give me another one. He was then on his way up to my house. I went on home then, and jest as I got to my steps, Ruth, she run, met me and said, ‘Go and telegraph for my brother, Lewis, for my mama is dying.’ I, like any other man, not ‘specting nothing wrong, went on and ‘spatched to her brother. Then I come on back home. Just ‘fore I got home I saw Ellen McKerney turning the corner, goin’ from home, to give Ruth and Carter a chance in the room. I went on upstairs, and saw them together. I went in and asked her what dey was doin’. She jumped up, and said, nothing; and I kicked her all the way down the steps. I met Ellen at the bottom of the steps and she said, ‘Charlie, what’s the matter, what you done?’ I said, ‘You go way from there, you yaller b---h, you. You fool with me, I’ll kick the ---- out of you!’ Then she run up the steps, grabbed something, and run ‘hind the gallery and put it on. When I got back to the head of the steps, Mrs. McFadden said, ‘If I was in your place, I’d make ‘em git out of thar, ‘tis scandalous the way they been doing.’ I then thowed the door open, with the axe in my hand, and took ‘bout two steps towards the bed, and said: ‘Carter, you git up from that.’ Then he started to rise up on his hands, with his face towards the bed, and said, ‘You son of a b---h you go outer here.’ Then I jumped and hit him so hard that it jumped me clear off of the floor. I started to hit him the second time, but caught my lick back all I could after seeing the blood, right in front of the left ear, where I had hit him. So by these rates, Mr. -----, or his truthful witness, one, has told a arrant lie, for he said I hit him in the back of the head and his witness swore that he was laying on his left side, looking out the window. Sarah McFadden swore that she was setting upstairs with her door closed, and saw the two women go downstairs. Then again she said the door was wide open, and saw one woman go down and saw them walk up the sidewalk. Everybody in Cairo knows that she couldn’t see in the middle of that floor, and see up that sidewalk. But she swore to it, and if Mr. ----- says it is so, they both lie.”
From this point, the wretched creature resentful to the last, indulges in denunciation of the prosecuting attorney, whom he classes among the witnesses. He closes then:
“Dear Mr. Mulkey, I ain’t got nothing ‘gainst you or anyone else, and pray that I may meet you and all in Heaven.
Already at 12 o’clock, yesterday, a great throng of men, women and children, moved by morbid desire to satiate a taste for the horrible. At 1 o’clock the crowd had swelled until it numbered more than a thousand people, and when at quarter past 1, we entered the courthouse, we found the avenue in front, and the street along side, densely packed with eager, expectant human beings. It was known that the execution would take place within a high enclosure, and that there would be neither sight nor sound of the horrible for any save those who held tickets of admission to the enclosure, but still the crowd outside continued to enlarge until it numbered certainly not less than 2,000 souls.
About 2 o’clock Sheriff Hodges admitted Rev. Caldwell and two or three others to Glass’ cell to sing and pray with him and to give him spiritual strength for the fearful ordeal through which he was about to pass. Ten minutes afterwards the writer visited him and found him in his shirtsleeves pacing to and fro about the cell. He seemed to have no fear of death and expressed himself somewhat bitterly against those who had circulated the report that he had the blood of two other persons upon his hands, besides that of Newman. We then asked him directly if the killing of Newman constituted the only murder of which he was guilty. His reply, somewhat evasive and unsatisfactory was, that he “had no knowledge of killing anybody else,” and repeating the same question to him on the scaffold, he gave us the same reply.
At half past 2, Sheriff Hodges entered the cell and calling two or three of his deputies to his assistance, soon afterwards reappeared, having Glass in charge, securely handcuffed. The party passed directly to the gallows enclosure, Glass ascending the stairs with a firm step, and talking his position, unbidden, on the middle of the trap. The sheriff then secured his feet with a double wrap of a strong leather strap, and released his hands. Glass then took a chair that was handed him and sat, while the sheriff read the death warrant, and while Reverend Caldwell conducted the religious services, which were protracted over an interval of fifteen or eighteen minutes. At the close of these services, the sheriff asked Glass if he desired to say anything to the crowd in the enclosure. He replied that he had nothing to say. The sheriff then proceeded to pinion the wretched creature’s arms behind him, as he had secured his feet. The noose was then placed about his neck the horrible black cap was drawn down over his face and secured. Everything having thus been placed in readiness for the fatal drop, the sheriff asked the prisoner who stood erect without any apparent tremor of limb or muscle, if he was ready. Receiving no answer, he repeated the question, “Are you ready?” The reply came out from a low, but firm tone, “Yes.” Reaching out his arm the sheriff took in his hand the same axe that the prisoner had used in murdering Carter Newman, and striking the rope that held the trap, a firm blow, the victim shot down with a force that shook the whole platform. From the time the trap was sprung until the miserable creature was pronounced dead, there was not the movement of a limb nor the visible twitching of a muscle. The death was manifestly a painless one—there was no death struggles, and after the body was taken down the features were in no manner distorted, save the slightly protruding eyeballs. At seven and a half minutes before three, the trap door fell and at five minutes past three, the pulse had ceased to beat and at 17 minutes past 3 the body was cut down, and taken in hand by Mr. Sparks, who immediately coffined it and removed it from the place of execution.
That those who find profit or take an interest in studying such matters, we give the pulsations as taken at the wrist by attending physicians. During the first minute, the pulse scored 52 beats 2nd minute 55, 3rd 61, 4th 130, 5th 101, 6th 37, 7th 44, 8th 62, 9th 60, 10 35, 11th 19, during the next half minute there were only four pulsations, when the beating ceased altogether and Charley Glass, the murderer of Carter Newman was pronounced a dead man. Drs. Nowatney, Dunning, and Smith, Jr., were present and made a record of the pulsations at the end of every 30 seconds.
Glass was a small man, of regular Ethiopian features, and was about 37 years of age. During the waiting to which the religious services subjected him, we noticed a tremor of the lips and a nervous movement of the fingers, but aside from this he gave no intimation of fear, dread or horror of what was before him.
The crime for which he was hung has been recounted so often in The Bulletin, that we are relieved of the necessity of referring to it in this connection. Of his personal history he was not inclined to talk when we visited him in the morning. He was born a slave to a man named Glass, a farmer living in Christian County, Kentucky, near Hopkinsville. In the year 1862, at the age of 19, he enlisted in the Union army, and served until the close of the war in 1865, when he located in Cairo. He was a man of a low order of intelligence even of his kind, and to the last moment of his life he cherished a hatred and a feeling of resentment for the witnesses who testified against him, and the attorney who prosecuted him, that would have shown themselves in acts of vengeance, had he regained his liberty.
We must congratulate Sheriff Hodges upon the completeness
of his arrangements and the entire success of the execution. The gallows
would be robbed of half its horrors if its victims could be dispatched as
Charley Glass was dispatched. As we have already said, the wretched
man died without a struggle, without a gasp, the movement of a limb or the
visible twitch of a single muscle.
On the morning of the day before his execution, Glass communicated to his fellow prisoners in the adjoining cells, a dream he had the night before, which gave him absolute assurance that although his road to Paradise was not unobstructed, he would finally triumph over all the difficulties. We adopt, as nearly as may be, his own language:
“Gentlemens, taint much but I can’t hold it in no longer. I had a dream las night and I want to tell ye. I dreamt I were travelin’ and come to a big latticework. I tried mighty hard to get over it twice, but allers fell back agin, but at las I got on top of it, and when I flopped over I were on the beautiful road that mortal ever put eyes on. I was ‘wildered, when a man come to me and says he ‘Come on wi’ me.’ I went wid him, and we journey on up dat dreffle purty road, which wound up a most beautiful hill. After a little we met a mighty hansum fat woman—all smiles and ribbons and furbelows that was mighty inducin’. And this lovely woman said to me, mighty smilin; ‘Whar ye gwine?’ I tole her I were gwine long up de hill a piece wid dis spectable gen’elman here, and dat she’d please ‘scuse me for I had to be pushin’ along wid my company. Den she said, lookin’ dispinted, and said, ‘Don’t you go wid him, go wid me; I’m on do road to heben and it lies right down yonder a bit.’ She den took my han and started off wid me, but something’ said to me, ‘Glass, shake off dat woman!’ and I shook her off and we had a monstrous fight, but I whipped her and lef her pretty well banged up by de road side, and den all tired and blowin’ I waked up. Now dat man or dat woman was de devil, and I spec it were de woman, cause her good looks and hansum furbelows didn’t ‘tice me to go wid her.”
dream seemed to have all the effect of reality to the dreamer, and he
accepted it as an assurance that the wiles of the devil, though very ‘ticin,
would fail to beguile him from the road to heaven. The courage with which
he met his doom was, in a great degree, begotten of this conviction.
discharged his disagreeable duty of Tuesday, the sheriff felt disinclined to
go to sleep with the horrible reminder of the day’s work looming up in his
dooryard. He therefore put Mr. John A. Poor at work, and instructed
him to get the ugly thing out of the way as soon as possible. At 7 o’clock
we saw Mr. Poor and he informed us that gallows, platform, enclosure,
and all, had been demolished and constituted simply a shapely pile of
After the examination of a hundred or more men, most of whom were rejected for cause, and several peremptorily, a jury was finally empanelled yesterday morning, in the case of The People vs. Thomas McAuliff, who stands charged with the crime of murder. Eighteen of the People’s witnesses were called and sworn, when the prosecuting attorney, W. C. Mulkey, Esq., presented to the jury an outline of the facts he expected to establish, and of the law applicable thereto. He said the defendant at the bar and John Campbell, whom he killed, lived in this county, in the vicinity of the Horse Shoe mills. On the evening of December 24th, 1878, the defendant and deceased arranged matters to attend a Christmas Eve ball in the neighborhood; that defendant being unwilling to leave his wife alone during his absence, left the house in the expectation that he would get a colored woman named Bly to stay with Mrs. McAuliff until he returned. Campbell was left in Mrs. McA.’s company when McAuliff himself went out in search of Bly. During defendant’s absence deceased had occasion to leave the house. It is claimed, continued the attorney, that while defendant and deceased were occasionally in each other’s company, there was bad blood between them. While deceased was out of the house defendant returned, and not finding Campbell, the deceased, there started out again, manifestly in search of him. In any event, he overtook Campbell about one hundred yards from the house. As he approached Campbell said “Put down your knife and I’ll fight you fair.” Deceased was in the act of getting over a fence, we are told, when defendant rushed upon him, stabbed him twice, inflicting wounds that proved fatal. Deceased gained the house of a neighbor named Lacy, and while there, he stated, in presence of witnesses that it had been rumored that he had attempted to take improper liberties with McAuliff’s wife. “I’m going before my God,” he said, “but I solemnly declare the rumor is false. He cut me about a business transaction.” One stab was in the back and the other further around on the side. This, in brief, is the case, as viewed from the side of the prosecution. “If the case shall be made out, as here recited,” continued the prosecution, “I shall claim and expect the infliction of the penalty the law denounced against murder. The defense will attempt to make it appear that defendant and deceased were in hand-to-hand fight, and that during this engagement the death wounds were inflicted. They will further attempt to show, perhaps, that deceased enticed Mrs. McAuliff to come out of the house, threw her down in a puddle and otherwise abused and maltreated her, that when McAuliff returned his wife told them that Campbell had attempted to ravish her, and that the muddy condition of the woman, her scratched face and prostrated condition gave him maddening confirmation of the story. It is further claimed that a knife was found at the point where Campbell and defendant met, but whether the defense will be able to prove that it was Campbell’s remains for future determination. It will happen I dare say, said the attorney, that the defense will present their case, clothed in a better verbal garb than I have used, but if my statement be true, it is for you to pronounce the guilt and fix the penalty. I have confidence in the intelligence and honesty of the jury—am confident it will be governed in its finding by the law and the evidence. Had I not had that confidence I should not have accepted you. If the defense sustains the facts I have indicated, I am frank enough to admit that the provocation of the defendant was great, but not a justification. The prosecutor then gave the law touching provocation and argued that taken in its most favorable aspect the felony amounted to manslaughter.
Mr. Linegar, in a speech of much fervor and power, put the case of the defendant before the jury. His “exordium” was a little tedious, but as he warmed with his work, he became both eloquent and forcible. We shall attempt no more than a brief recital of the facts upon which the defense relies. Mr. L. referred to the agreement between John Campbell and Thomas McAuliff to attend the ball. Spoke of McAuliff’s return from his trip after old Mrs. Bly, told how McAuliff found his own door barricaded, how the wife within refused to admit him until she identified him, and how that, when he did gain admission, he found his wife with torn and muddy clothing, scratched face, disheveled hair, and in a condition of mind bordering on terror. The appalled husband was then told by the frightened and abused woman, how Campbell had maltreated her, capsheafing his villainy by attempting to ravish her. The husband put out in pursuit, intending to arrest the culprit. He soon overhauled him. A fight ensued, and Campbell was stabbed and killed. The defense proposed to prove that the assaulted woman’s shrieks and screams were heard by neighbors; they proposed to prove that the knife found on the ground and alluded to by the prosecutor was not only Campbell’s but that Campbell used it. These and other facts were recited and enlarged upon, the gentleman closing with the remark that he came into the suit without prospect or hope of fee or reward. The wife had come to him, and with tears in her eyes, had beseeched him to defend her husband, and he had to say that such applicants were never turned from his office door. The man who would not protect the assailed virtue of his dependent wife, was no man at all. Before the law of God and man Thomas McAuliff was justifiable in all he did. The case was an exceptional one, and he (the speaker) would rather have the consciousness that he had vindicated such a man, and justified him before the law and the public at large, than to have any fee that could be paid him, though it consisted of mountains of gold. The speaker was certainly in earnest, and, at times, deeply affected.
At the close of Mr. Linegar’s speech three witnesses were briefly examined, when court adjourned until 8 o’clock this morning. The evidence will be published in a condensed form, tomorrow.
Died at 8 o’clock last night, at his residence, on Seventeenth Street, A. A. Hodge, of inflammation of the bowels. Funeral service at his late residence at 2 o’clock p.m. today. Special train will leave foot of Fourteenth Street at 3 o’clock.
Examination of the witnesses, as stated yesterday, was commenced Thursday evening. Dr. Munn and Mrs. Lacey were examined, the former testifying as to the nature of the wound, and declaring it to be the cause of Campbell's death. The Dr. underwent a very rigid cross-examination at the hands of Mr. Linegar, and showed himself essentially lacking in his knowledge of surgery and anatomy.
Mrs. Lacey testified as to Campbell's dying statement. He was on his death bed and in her house. He solemnly declared that he ran, McAuliff pursued him, that he fell over a fence and before he could recover himself McAuliff gave him the fatal cut.
Mrs. Lacey was cross-examined; but the main point of her evidence was not seriously impaired thereby.
Shortly after court was called, yesterday morning, the examination of The People's witnesses was resumed.
Mr. Sam Farrell was put upon the stand. He was acquainted with both the defendant and the deceased, and heard of the trouble between them. "On the evening of the cutting both of them were in my saloon. One of them bought a quart of whiskey and the other a pint. Campbell was a little 'tight.' They remained in the saloon probably a half hour, but took no drinks. It was about 7 o'clock when they left. There was a dance that night at Wilburn's at Olive Branch.
Mr. Farrell's cross-examination was unimportant.
Mrs. Lacey being recalled by the prosecution testified that from appearance she judged that Campbell was drunk, as he "threw up" or vomited.
Here the prosecution closed their case, for the time being, reserving the right to examine Fox and Finch whose presence in court had not been secured.
George Simonds was the first witness called for the defense. He merely testified that he remembered the cutting scrape between McAuliff and Campbell and that Campbell was drunk.
A boy named John Henry Carter was put upon the stand. He was 13 years old. He didn't know the nature of an oath; but thought he'd go to jail if he swore to a lie. Didn't know where he'd go should he die—would go to heaven or hell, probably; and didn't know it was wicked to swear to a lie. (The court here, remarked that the boy was not competent to testify.) After a little parley, wherein the boy was informed that God had destroyed two persons for telling lies, the boy proceeded. He didn't know McAuliff. Had heard of Jack Campbell. He was at Mrs. Bly's house the night before the cutting. Bly lives about as far across the street from McAuliff's. "I heard Mrs. McAuliff hollering murder," continued the boy, "and calling for her husband. Don't know what day it was. She hollered two times. Bly's children was with me. One of the men took the knife away from me that was found in the wheat field.”
On cross-examination the boy said that he found the knife the next morning after he heard the woman hollering. Some men took it away from him. They said, "Boy, give me that knife." I told 'em I found it. Can't tell how far Mrs. McA. was away from me when she hollered. She told me she was hollering when I asked her, next morning. It could have been someone else, but I do not think it was. I saw a great many tracks around, where I found the knife, and there was some straw scattered around there. It was not muddy.
On re-direct examination the boy said that no one pointed out to him the place where the cutting had been done, and that he didn't show the knife he found to McAuliff.
Mrs. Lacey being recalled testified that she didn't know anything about a knife having been brought to her house, except from hearsay. Did not at any time see a knife in the possession of Jack Campbell.
Thomas McAuliff, the prisoner, being then called to the stand testified substantially as follows: "I was working at the Horse Shoe mills on the 24th day of December, and quit at about 12 o'clock noon. Campbell and High came and insisted on my going to a dance that night. I agreed to do so, provided I could get someone to stay with my wife. We then went and got some whisky. Returning to my house, I left Campbell there and went to Mrs. Bly's to get her to stay with my wife; also went to another neighbor's for Mrs. Bly, and then went home. When I reached the house I found the door barred. My wife called out: 'Is that you Tom?' I answered, ‘Yes. What in the name of God is the matter?' I entered the house. She was covered with mud, her dress torn, even her hair was plastered over with mud, and she was in a great state of terror and fright. Campbell's hat was on the bed and a pint of whisky on the mantle piece. My wife told me what had transpired during my absence. I started out of the door and met Henry Bly. I started up the railroad track, listening on the way for Campbell. I finally heard him, and found him hid behind a fence. As I approached him he said, 'I've done you dirt at your house, and God damn you, you shan't take me!' I tried to arrest him to take him to Squire Bankston's. He then struck at me with a knife, cutting my throat to the length of three inches. He had a white handled knife, well worn, with a sharp pointed blade. Thus assailed I defended myself. This occurred inside a wheat field, about 40 rods from my house. What my wife had told me induced me to go in pursuit of him.”
In the cross-examination that followed, Mr. McAuliff testified that Campbell was somewhat drunk—not very drunk. “He could walk straight enough toward me. Can't explain how it happened he was cut in the back. I did not know that my coat was cut until next morning. I did not make use of words, 'I arrest you.' No one was in pursuit of him when I started. He was concealed for some purpose. He did no say to me, 'Put down your weapon and I'll fight you a fair fight.' He had his coat off, and started for me, knife in hand. He said: 'I've done you dirt down at your house, but G-d d--n you, you shan't take me!' I cut him because I had to do so to save my own life. He would not allow me to take hold of him, and under the circumstances I felt myself justified in cutting him. He had a partner, named Noah High, who was a very bad man, and I thought it best to leave the neighborhood. I went to St. Louis and then to Kansas City, Mo. I was visiting my brother in Pulaski County when John Hogan arrested me.”
Squire Thomas Martin, a justice of the peace in Goose Island Precinct, was then called to the stand. It was the purpose to prove by this witness that McAuliff had applied for a warrant for Campbell for an assault with intention to commit a rape; but the evidence was not allowed to go to the jury.
H. Estes was examined. He knew Campbell and was at McAuliff's house the next morning after the difficulty. Thirty-two feet from the house was a puddle of water, and there seemed to have been a struggle there. I picked up a white handkerchief there and handed it to Mrs. McAuliff who promptly identified it as her own. Her dress was hanging on the door and was wet and a little muddy. I do not know positively that the dress was hers; but there was no other woman about the house.
George Simons saw Campbell have a white-handled knife, shortly before the difficulty—saw him with it about 150 yards from McAuliff's, about 6 or 7 o'clock, the same evening. Witness borrowed the knife a moment to cut tobacco.
Mrs. Lacey being again recalled testified that Campbell said, as a dying declaration, that McAuliff has accused him (the deceased) of having had Ab Finch discharged from work. The discharge took place but a short time before the difficulty; Campbell made his way to Mrs. Lacey's house unattended.
George Fox testified that he saw Campbell and McAuliff together, at a point about 75 yards from the latter's house, on the evening of the 24th of December; but knew nothing else that had any direct bearing on the case.
At this point the attorney for the defense announced that he would close his case.
The prosecuting attorney then remarked that two of the witnesses for the State had failed to make their appearance, but as the case was not as good a one for the People as he had been led to believe it would be, he would pursue it no further.
The judge then asked the jurors if they were prepared to return a verdict without retiring. There was an affirmative answer, and Thomas McAuliff was then and there declared "not guilty." It was clearly a case of justifiable homicide.
In this case we see
something of the imperfection of our grand jury system. Had the jury
had all the facts, the indictment would not have been found, the country
would have been saved a heavy outlay of money and McAuliff saved from
a "false" imprisonment of many months.
at 12 o’clock m., yesterday, Bonnie Halley, born December 3, 1876,
son of A. and M. Halley. Funeral services at the residence of the
parents, on Commercial Avenue, opposite Seventh Street, at 9 o’clock, this
forenoon. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
The funeral cortege will leave the house in carriages, at 10 o’clock, for
Beech Grove where the remains will be interred.
name is recorded as Rans in the 25 Sep 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)
Wednesday, 24 Sep 1879:
Contrary to what seemed to be a general impression, the parties to the case of the People vs. John Hogan, indicted for the murder of C. D. Arter, avowed themselves ready for trial when the case was called, about 9 o’clock yesterday morning. Some persons argued that the case would be continued until next term, others thought some future day of the present term would be agreed upon for its trial, while others thought the case would be carried, by change of venue, to another county. But, as we have already indicated, all these impressions and conjectures were at fault. Without the adjustment of any perplexing preliminaries or any discussion of points or motions, the work of selecting a jury was entered upon promptly on the call of the case in its order. The regular panel, twenty-two members of which were present, was examined without obtaining a single juror. All of them had formed and expressed opinions concerning the prisoner’s guilt or innocence, and were, therefore incompetent.
The material on hand being thus exhausted, Judge Harker ordered the summonsing of two hundred talismen, with the instructions to have fifty or sixty of them present by three o’clock p.m., and the balance at the opening of court this morning. Bailiffs were accordingly dispatched about town and to the country, and at 3 o’clock the half hundred talismen were in court.
The examination proceeded, and finally the prosecution tendered John Lewis, of Goose Island, and the defense accepted him. The tender of A. B. Finch, of Horse Shoe, of Nick Worthington, and Andrew Reed, both of Goose Island, was soon afterwards made, and they too were accepted. From this point about seven out of every eight were excused for cause of peremptorily, so that when 81 persons had been examined only eight jurymen had been secured, viz: John Lewis, Goose Island; A. B. Finch, Horse Shoe; Nick Worthington, Goose Island; Andrew Reed, Goose Island; John McKee, Cairo; James Dickerson, Goose Island; D. C. Payne, Cairo; and J. E. Walker, Goose Island.
There was one peremptory challenge on the part of the defense and nine on the part of the prosecution.
The jurors were then charged by the court to hold communication
with no one respecting the case in hand, to sleep in the same room and eat
at the same table, and not to read newspapers that had not first passed the
inspection of the court. Two bailiffs were then instructed and sworn, and
the jurors submitted to their charge. Whereupon court adjourned.
On the call of the court yesterday morning, the effort to secure a jury in the case of the People vs. John Hogan was resumed. After an hour and a half’s examination, the sheriff reported the supply of talismen exhausted. The prosecution made two peremptory challenges, and all the balance proved to be incompetent, mainly because they had formed and expressed an opinion concerning the guilt or innocence of the prisoner. At 11 o’clock the court adjourned over until 2 o’clock p.m., under the impression that, by that time the talismen summoned in the country would be on hand. The number of jurors remained the same as in the morning being four short of a full panel.
At two o’clock court convened again. Six talismen had come in from the country and two from the city. Upon these the attorneys commenced work. The first man examined proved incompetent. The second one, George Miller, from Sandusky, was accepted. Five more were examined, all of whom proved incompetent because of opinions to which they had given expression. The eighth man, John Hardin, of Olive Branch, proved acceptable to both parties, and was added to the jury, swelling the number to ten, and leaving two to obtain this morning.
Under the expectation that the narrow gauge freight might arrive and bring in a number of those who had been summoned from the country, matters were permitted to drag somewhat, until 4 o’clock. The court then recharged the jury about holding communication with outsiders, the bailiff or each other respecting the case in hand, and seeing no prospect of any further country arrivals, ordered an adjournment of court until this morning, 8:30 o’clock..
It was confidently expected that the jury would be completed immediately after the meeting of the court after dinner, as the bailiffs sent out were directed to visit the remote neighborhoods, where they would be most likely to find men who had not heard of the homicide. In the expectation that such material to choose from would be on hand and that, therefore, the jury would be promptly filled up, the witnesses for the defense were ordered to report, and several of them put in an appearance. But as we have shown, they were not wanted.
below the names of the jurors selected, viz: John Lewis, Goose
Island; A. B. Finch, Horse Shoe; Nick Worthington, Goose
Island; Andrew Reed, Goose Island; John McKee, Cairo; James
Dickerson, Goose Island; D. D. C. Payne, Cairo; J. E. Walker,
Goose Island; George Miller, Sandusky; and John Hardin, Olive
We give below the full particulars of the Macon, Mo., horror, of which we gave an intimation Tuesday. The particulars will possess a peculiar interest to the people of Cairo, because Rans formerly lived here and was well known to our people. We copy the St. Louis Globe-Democrat’s Macon special. It is dated Monday, and reads as follows:
“Macon was horrified this morning at the report that John Rans an employee of the wagon factory, had killed his wife and then committed suicide by blowing his brains out. Your correspondent hastened to the spot, and found the report only too true, for on one bed lay the wife and little babe, stark and cold, while from an ugly black wound in the forehead of the wife was oozing a horrible stream of blood and brains. The wife lay in a sleeping posture,
ON HER LEFT SIDE,
with her face partially buried in the pillow. She never knew what killed her, as the position seemed to indicate that she was asleep at the time her husband aimed the fatal shot. Not three feet away lay the little corpse of the infant Johnnie Rans, a little babe eleven months old, smothered under the dying and dead body of its mother. On the other side of the room, but not further than four feet from the corpse of the wife, lay the body of the suicide, John Rans. He was lying across the bed, with his feet upon the floor, and his head lay weltering in an unsightly mass of blood and brains, which had covered the side of the bed and dropped to the floor, congealing itself. The body lay on its back, with his hands lying on his hips. Near his right hand lay the instrument of death, a common revolver, with two spent cartridges on it. It was supposed that poverty was the cause, but this was dispelled. Upon search $272 in cash was found in a bureau-drawer; also a life insurance policy paid up until 1881 and some notes of minor value.
THE CORONER’S INQUEST
developed the following facts: Mr. J. E. Tomlinson, the first man on the scene of the murder, said that early this morning he was called to the door by Rans’ little girl, who said that something was the matter with her papa and mamma, as they wouldn’t wake up when she called them. He immediately repaired to the scene and called at the bedroom door, but on receiving no response went in and found them stark and cold, weltering in their blood, and he immediately summoned the coroner. Did not hear any shot nor any unusual noise. Mr. and Mrs. Rans did not get along very well.
“Charlie Hardwick, one of Rans’ fellow workmen in the factory, said he had known Rans for several years that he came from Cairo here, and boarded a while with him before he moved his family out. Rans told him that when his wife came he must not take any offense at anything she should say, as she was not in her right mind. The witness said that he was working with Rans and he, Rans, said, ‘I am tired of living, I wish to God I was dead. I am not going to
STAND THIS MUCH LONGER.
If it don’t end I am going to end it. I am no account to myself or anyone else.’
“Sadie Rans, daughter of the victim, aged six and one half years, was then put upon the stand, a bright little girl, but she did not seem to appreciate the situation, or know how today’s tragedy had robbed her of her parents. She said: ‘I do not know how old I am; I attend the public school; I was at home with Papa and Mamma all day yesterday; heard Papa and Mamma talking loud, but don’t know what they were talking about; the little baby was very sick, so was Doile, my little sister; I slept in bed with Mamma, behind her, and the baby slept in front of her; Papa slept in bed by himself; I did not hear any noise in the night; did not hear a gun go off; there was nobody here last night; I slept sound; when I got up I cried; I took the baby from in front of Mamma and put it behind; they would not none of them wake up; I could not wake any of them.
I WENT BACK TO BED
awhile; then I went and told Mr. Tomlinson that there was something the matter with Papa and Mamma; it was light when I asked up first; I did not hear the baby cry; it felt cold to me; Papa and Mamma did not scold me any yesterday.’
:Other witnesses corroborated Mr. Tomlinson. No cause is known for the terrible deed; but insanity is the supposed cause, as Rans had been sick for several weeks past, and was afraid he would lose his position.
“In accordance with the evidence adduced, the jury brought in the following verdict:
“We, the jury, etc., do find: 1. That the said John Rans came to his death of suicide by shooting himself with a pistol. 2. That the said Mrs. Rans came to her death by a pistol shot in the forehead, fired by her husband, John Rans. 3. That the child, Johnnie Rans, came to its death by being suffocated by the body of its mother, Mary R. Rans. 4. We, the jury, further believe from the evidence in the case that the said John Rans was insane at the time of the acts committed by him in the said shooting.
caused great excitement here, Rans’ friends in Cairo, Ill., were
telegraphed and are expected. He has a half brother living, but his
whereabouts are not known. The trio will be buried tomorrow.”
Saturday, 27 Sep 1879:
after the convening of the court, yesterday morning, the judge announced
that he would, in the interest of justice, and for the satisfaction of the
parties to the case, of his own motion, call the jurymen selected to the
stand, and re-examine them under oath, touching their qualifications as
jurymen. Accordingly, one after another of the eleven jurors was called in
and being sworn, was required to answer questions of the following import.
2. Have you visited the prisoner and talked with him about the
Ten of the jurymen answered questions 1, 2 and 3 in the negative, and the 4th question affirmatively. One juror, John Lewis, answered the 1st and 3rd questions negatively and the 2nd and 4th affirmatively. He had visited Hogan in his cell two or three times, but someone was always at or near the door, either the black man or Charley Hodges.
The court then asked if the council had any remarks to submit. Judge Allen said he believed the ends of justice demanded that the state should be accorded the right of one preemptory challenge. The confessed fact that Mr. Lewis had made repeated visits to Mr. Hogan’s cell, and held conference with the prisoner there, was incompatible with the idea of disinterestedness, that the case should be tried by men who are free from bias or prejudice one way or the other, and Mr. Lewis’ interest in the prisoner showed that he was NOT such a man.
Judge Green and Mr. Wheeler followed Judge Allen. They urged the examination had revealed no corrupt practice on the part of the prisoner or anyone acting by his procurement. The position that because Mr. Lewis was a friend of the prisoner he was an incompetent juror was untenable, and nothing more than that had been established. The juror had sworn that he had neither formed nor expressed an opinion concerning the guilt or innocence of the prisoner, and that his mind was free from prejudice. For these, and other reasons, the gentlemen held that the court could not accord to the State the preemptory challenge asked for.
Judge Allen replied to the points made by the defense—said that the facts upon which the State based its claim for a challenge, has come to his knowledge since Mr. Lewis had been accepted on the jury. No hint was thrown out by him on his original examination, of his several visits to the prisoner’s cell, and as he had declared that he had but a passing acquaintance with the prisoner, of course, it never occurred to the State to ask him (a man living many miles out in the country) if he had been in close and intimate conference with Mr. Hogan in the county jail. We are taken by surprise in this matter, and need not tell the court that, had the knowledge we now possess reached us in time, we should have exercised the right of preemptory challenge in Lewis’ case, on the instant.
The court, in passing upon the motion, said that with a view to the protection of the rights of both parties to the suit, the court had, of its own volition, subjected the jurors to a re-examination, and now governed by the mandates of the law, he could not say that the incompetency of any of the jurors had been disclosed, neither could he say that the jurors in question will do otherwise than act the part of an impartial and conscientious juror.
The motion was overruled.
And now again the counsel addressed themselves to the work of completing the jury panel. Twelve talismen—all of them good and substantial men from the upper need of the county—chiefly from Hazlewood Precinct, were then called, and the examination commenced. Every man had heard of the case, and had formed and expressed an opinion respecting the prisoner’s guilt or innocence. This was unfortunate, as, had any of them been competent, the panel should have been filled out at once.
The court then ordered the sheriff to have 24 more talismen in the courthouse by 2 o’clock p.m., and adjourned over to that hour.
When court was called after dinner twenty-one of the twenty-four talismen ordered, were found in court. Before entering upon an examination Judge Allen asked leave to introduce an affidavit as to the competency of one of the jurors already empanelled. As above stated, everyone of the jurors were re-examined by the judge in the morning, and declared upon their solemn oaths that they had neither formed nor expressed an opinion, and could give a fair and impartial verdict according to the law and evidence. Yet the affidavit presented, recited that one of these same jurors had expressed a most emphatic and unqualified opinion in the presence of affiant, viz: That “had he been Hogan, he too would have killed Charley Arter.” The affiant will take the witness stand this morning, and detail the particulars under oath. For obvious reasons we at present withhold names.
The examination of talismen was then resumed, and continued until all present had passed the interrogatory ordeal. Seventeen of the number were excused because they had formed and expressed opinions. One was challenged preemptorily by the State and one by the defense. Mr. Hugh Willis, an old gentleman of more than average intelligence, had reflected much about the death penalty, and was opposed to its infliction as a punishment for crime. Mr. Dennis Cavender, when questioned on the same point, replied that he was “opposed to taking that which he could not give”—which remark, being interpreted, means that Mr. C. is opposed to hanging as a punishment for murder. And so it happened that another half day was consumed in a fruitless effort to complete the jury. The sheriff was ordered to bring in thirty more men this morning, and certainly we may hope that, in this number the eligible men may be found.
days having been consumed in an effort to obtain a jury, it is safe to
calculate that the end of the trial will not be reached before next Thursday
or Friday. It is altogether probable that as many as seventy-five witnesses
will be examined, which cannot be done in less than two days, and not less
than two days will be consumed in the argument of the case. Very fair
progress will be made, if, on Thursday evening next, the case is handed over
to the jury. How long it will remain in that keeping, no one, of course,
Court convened at 9 o’clock pursuant to adjournment, with twenty-four of the thirty talismen ordered, present, together with about two hundred spectators.
The State announced that the party whose affidavit touching the competency of the juror, John Hardin, had been filed last evening was in court, ready to undergo an examination. Thereupon Philip Wicker, son of D. G. Wicker, deceased, and stepson of ex-Mayor Wilson, was called to the stand. The testimony drawn out of him was, substantially, the following: He had known the juror, John Hardin, about six years; but didn’t know him when he (Hardin) lived in Cairo; heard him talking about two weeks after Hogan killed Arter, at his grandmother’s at Sandy Ridge. It was at the dinner table at which several persons were seated. He said that Hogan did right in killing Arter, and that he would have done the same thing. Witness didn’t recollect what other matters were talked about. Being asked to name the person with whom he had talked respecting Hardin’s expression, he replied that he couldn’t recollect whom he talked to first about it. He told it to old Mr. Argent, but this was after Hardin was selected as a juror. Have been in company of a good many persons since. I talked to Frank Fry; think I mentioned it to him. Saw Traber Arter yesterday evening, and talked to him two or three minutes, but all he said about it was for me to come up to the courthouse in the morning. I was not subpoenaed until this morning. (The object of the defense being to determine if Phillip had been tampered with by parties connected with the prosecution, he was cross examined quite narrowly as to his whereabouts during the previous evening). He went home about half past 4 and stayed until about half past six. Went out in town, visited Reform Hall, Fourteenth and Seventh streets, went back to Reform Hall and got a drink, and then went to bed about 9 o’clock. The witness then being brought over the old ground again, said George and Edmund Hodges were present at the table and taking part in the conversation. Being asked to state what he said in reply to Hardin’s remark, the court said that what the witness might have said concerning Hogan’s guilt or innocence had nothing whatever to do with Hardin’s competency as a juror—and the question was not pressed. Here the examination closed and the witness left the stand. The court asked counsel if they had any remarks to submit. Judge Allen: “None, your honor.” Judge Green didn’t know that he could present any views that would not readily occur to the court.
The court then remarked that it felt well assured that the witness had told the truth. He said he would grant the State the preemptory challenge as to Hardin, and accord two additional preemptory challenges to the defense.
Mr. Hardin was then brought into the jury box and informed that the State had presented evidence to the court that satisfied it that he, Mr. Hardin, was not competent to sit as a juryman, and that, therefore, he would be excused.
The examination of the talismen in court resulted in the selection of one juryman, John D. Morgan. But for the established incompetency and discharge of Hardin, Morgan would have filled the panel; but as he merely filled Hardin’s vacancy, the number was left as it was Thursday, at eleven jurors.
When the court convened after dinner the work of questioning talismen was at once resumed; and James Boon, of Cairo, the 21st man examined, was tendered by the prosecution and accepted by the defense—and thus was the panel completed, after four and a half days’ tedious labor, and the examination of not less than two hundred talismen.
Judge Allen now presented the People’s case. After reading and commenting upon the law defining murder, justifiable and excusable homicide, malice, passion without provocation, etc., he proceeded to a narration of the facts the State expected to establish. On the evening of the 30th day of July last, Mr. Charles D. Arter, an old citizen of the place—a man whose heart responded to every appeal that was made in the name of charity—a man of family, with sons and daughters, married and unmarried—on the 30th day of July last, this man was sitting in the recessed door of a saloon on Commercial Avenue, in this city, between Sixth and Seventh streets. He was, alternately, reading a newspaper and watching the progress of work on the sidewalk directly at his feet. He anticipated danger from no quarter—was dreaming of harm from no one. John Hogan, the defendant, with a friend, passed into the saloon, by the same door, meeting Arter face to face in doing so. The defendant and his friend passed to the counter and took cigars whereupon the friend returned to the street. Hogan left the counter, walked back to the rear of the saloon, halted a moment, then turned upon his heel, and with stealthy steps stole upon his intended victim, who, with face to the street, was as unconscious of the assassin’s approach as he could have been had he been in a deep slumber for hours. Determined to give his victim no chance for his life—no warning or notice, this defendant approached to the edge of the screen across the door, where he stopped, extended his revolver until it almost touched his victim’s back, then fired, sending the deadly missile through Arter’s body. Moved by the instinct of self-preservation, the wounded man plunged from his seat, gained the neighboring door, where, after uttering a few incoherent words, he fell down and died. This is the essence and body of the case. Charley Arter died at John Hogan’s hands; and now we ask him, why the blood of this friend and brother is on his hands. he must justify the act, or suffer its penalty. John Hogan is not a coward; but, paradoxical as it may seem, of a more cowardly act no man was ever guilty. It was, in all its enormity, its length and breadth nothing less than an assassination. He did not shoot him down when in passing into the saloon he met him, face to face. He did not then say to him, you have so wronged me that only blood can atone for the wrong. Nothing of the kind; but passing him by, he afterwards stole upon his back, with the soft step of a tiger bent upon the destruction of its prey, he approached unseen, and without a word, without the notice or warning of a second, sent the soul of his victim to its maker.
And now addressing himself directly to the jury, the Judge hoped that if any bias or prejudice had crept into their minds that they would divest themselves of it, and lift themselves to that high plane of conscientious citizenship that would enable them to do justice to the people, justice to the defendant, and to render such a verdict as the law and the evidence would demand and their own conscience approve.
Judge Allen’s speech covered about forty minutes time. A portrayal of its force and effectiveness is beyond our reportial capacity. We shall labor under the same difficulty in attempting to deal with Mr. Lansden’s speech that followed. Our purpose will be well accomplished, indeed, if we shall convey to the reader an intelligible idea of its leading facts and features.
Mr. Lansden spoke with unusual warmth and animation, commanding the close attention of the audience and jury for over an hour. Hogan had killed Arter, he said, about that fact there can be no controversy. But he had not murdered him. Mr. Hogan was an old citizen, a law-abiding man. He was born in Ireland, but came to this country in his boyhood, and settled in Pulaski County. He had lived in Cairo since 1861—most of the time an officer of the law, and all the time a good and law-abiding citizen. Was it possible that from this position of respectability John Hogan within a day or an hour, had plunged down to the debased level of the murderer? Had he, as the State had alleged, killed his friend and brother in a passion that was begotten without provocation? The evidence would show that Arter was not a friend and brother and that Hogan acted under a whole whirlwind of provocation. The speaker then proceeded to detail how Arter had been introduced into Hogan’s home; how, being instigated by the devil of lust, he set about the wife’s ruin. Being the chief of police he had removed Hogan to a distant part of the city, that he might the more securely pursue his work of undermining the citadel of the woman’s virtue. He tells Mrs. Hogan that her husband is untrue to his marriage vow, and that he will convince her of it, if she will accompany him. Trusting to the integrity of her husband’s friend, she accompanies him. They make their way toward the “Park House,” he inciting her the while to jealousy and revenge. He finally tells her that since Hogan had proved false she was without spirit if she didn’t balance the score. She yielded to his persuasions, and now, having taken the fearful plunge, there was no recovery for her. Deceased’s visits to Hogan’s house were repeated. Having debauched and ruined her, she was his prey, and accompanied him even to his married son’s home for purposes of assignation—a fact that will come up in the evidence that will be placed before you. Defendant never suspected his wife’s fidelity until a few days before he slew Arter. Remarks that fell from her lips aroused his suspicions that his pretended friend was playing him false. On the 24th of July he filed his bill for divorce; but in the hope of information that would allay his suspicions he extended inquiries. Fearing the worst yet hoping for the best—alternating between hope and fear, he was, about 4 o’clock on the evening of July 30th, notified that his wife desired to see him at the home of her sister. Reaching the house the woman threw herself upon her knees and confessed the whole horrible maddening story. He left the house frenzied, crazed, overwhelmed by what he had heard. Before him he saw a debauched and ruined wife, a ruined home and for himself a blasted life. Is it any wonder that with such a hell raging in his heart, he should, on meeting the author of his woes, shoot him dead? Say all this is passion without provocation! Better mock the poor man’s woes and laugh at his misery.
The speaker then indicated that the defense would also rely on the plea of insanity—that Hogan with the blackness of darkness in heart, acted under the spur of an uncontrollable impulse, and that, therefore, was not responsible for what he did. It was not necessary to show that he was insane before, or after the act, but at the time of the killing. If this can be shown, said the speaker, there was no murder committed and Hogan must go acquitted.
different stages of his remakes Mr. Lansden read the law defining
justifiable and excusable homicide, insanity, etc., and made, what was
conceded to be a very strong and effective speech. We have aimed at nothing
more than a mere outline and have succeeded in that aim only indifferently.
Court met yesterday morning at 9 o’clock.
The traverse jury for the third week being present, were discharged by the court until Thursday next.
The State asked leave to place the name of Cornelius Pettis on the indictment. Leave granted; but State was required to disclose what they expected to prove by witness, which was done.
The witnesses for the State were then examined.
J. H. BRYANT
Upon cross-examination the witness said that although Hogan had visited saloon often he had not drank anything for two years. He bought and paid for cigars, but don’t know whether he lighted or not. The last persons in the saloon before Hogan and Mahoney came in were Burke, the plasterer, and Mr. Arter. They went out in a minute or two; and witness stood against side of door, Arter seated on the other until Hogan and Mahoney entered. Witness then followed them in and waited on them. After Mahoney left, Hogan went 45 or 50 feet back, toward the door of the rear room. There were two men in that room playing cards. Hogan stopped a short time, turned around and walked to edge of screen, stepped out from behind it, reached out his arm and fired. Can’t say whether he cocked his pistol after drawing it or not. If he did he did it awful quick. If he cocked it while drawing it he did it much quicker than I could do. Hogan was, I believe, a county constable. Had been a day policeman under Arter, who was chief-of-police under Mayor Winter. Didn’t notice position of Hogan’s right hand when he approached Arter; can’t say where it was until I saw him draw pistol and fire.
testified that he was standing in the sand, probably three feet from Arter, near the middle of the saloon door, with his foot almost against the doorsill. First saw Hogan approaching from the inside with his two hands together in front of his body, with fingers clenched downwards as if covering something; think he then had pistol in his hand. He took about two steps afterwards and fired, the pistol being very near to Mr. Arter’s back. Arter whirled his head around as if to see who had shot him; then dashed forward, seeming to plunge from the chair and run. Hogan followed with pistol still aimed at Arter. It seemed as if Hogan and Arter slipped or reeled as they were running to the stair recess where Arter took refuge. I had been standing in front of the door from 3 to 5 minutes when Hogan fired.
Under cross-examination the witness restated that when he first saw Hogan his hands were together against or near the body and clenched downward. Instantly after Hogan fired Arter looked around, and dashed forward. Witness couldn’t say that he heard either Hogan or Arter say anything. The witness then described the ground plan of the building and illustrated the position of the screen across the door, etc. and was then permitted to retire.
was then called to the stand. Had lived in Cairo about 18 years; does business on corner Commercial Avenue and Sixth Street. Had known both Hogan and deceased fifteen or sixteen years. On the 20th of July last, about 5 o’clock in the evening, was in front of Gates’ saloon watching workmen who were laying flagstones in the sidewalk. Had been there 10 or 15 minutes, probably when I heard report of a pistol, and saw Mr. Arter dart forward from his seat in the saloon door, and run toward the stairway just below, exclaiming, “Don’t shoot again!” or “Don’t kill me!” Mr. Arter was closely followed by Mr. Hogan with a pistol in his hand, aimed at Arter who, with Col. McKeaig had run into the hall of the stairway. Mr. Peter Saup then seized hold of Hogan, and Marshal LaHue ran up and arrested Hogan. When I first saw Arter he was sitting in the saloon doorway reading a newspaper, with his face toward the street, or a little north of east. I had been present ten or fifteen minutes when pistol was fired; didn’t see Hogan until he fired on Arter. Arter seemed to whirl out of the chair, and cried out, “Don’t shoot again,” or “Don’t kill me,” and rushed into the stairway with Col. McKeaig. I saw Hogan within two or three feet of the door; don’t know whether he tried to push it open or not. He was near the door when Mr. Saup seized hold of him. He told Mr. Saup to “Let him alone.” Marshal LaHue then arrested him.
On cross-examination witness repeated that he had been on the ground probably 10 or 15 minutes when Hogan fired upon Arter; saw Arter the moment he arrived; but didn’t see Hogan before the firing.
GEORGE W. McKEAIG
was then examined. Lived in Cairo since 1860; had known Hogan since 1865 and Arter since 1862; knew both men intimately. I arrived in front of Gates’ saloon probably five minutes before the shooting. Saw Hogan and Mahoney pass into the saloon; they had to almost touch Arter in passing in. He was sitting in a chair in the doorway with a newspaper in his hand. Arter’s back was to the saloon and his face to the street. I was standing in front of saloon door; saw Mahoney come out of the saloon; shortly afterwards saw Hogan standing near Arter’s back holding pistol directly over the back of Arter’s chair. Heard the report and saw the flash. It was all done in a second. Arter jumped from the chair and cried out, “Don’t shoot me,” or “Don’t kill me.” Arter with Col. McKeaig plunged into the stairway and got the door closed or partly closed. Hogan followed with pistol drawn. He was at stairway door with right arm pressing against door, and pistol in left hand trying as I thought to shoot again. (Upon a call for explanation, Mr. Saup corrected himself and said that Hogan was pressing against door with the left arm, with the pistol in the right hand.) Witness then grabbed Hogan, who scuffled with him, and ordered him to “let him be.” In passing into the saloon Hogan had to almost touch the chair in which Arter was sitting. When he fired, the muzzle of the pistol seemed to be within a very few inches of Arter’s back—not more, probably, than 2 or 3 inches. Don’t think I was on the ground long before Hogan and Mahoney entered the saloon. Don’t know that I saw them about there, before they passed into the saloon. Botto and I went into the saloon together, and left Hogan and Mahoney in there. Mahoney came out soon afterwards; and it was but a short time until Hogan appeared and fired the shot. Heard Hogan say nothing except the words he addressed to witness to let him alone. Arter weighed probably 135 or 150, and was probably 48 or 50 years old. I helped to remove him from the bottom of the stairs; found him lying with his head and shoulders against the door, as if to brace against anyone entering. We opened the door, and carried the body out. He was gasping his last as we entered the saloon door with him. I was before the coroner’s inquest, held the same evening, and searched the body; no weapons of any description were found upon it. The State’s Attorney here exhibits deceased’s bloody and powder-burned vest, and asks witness if he identifies it as that worn by deceased. Witness believed it to be the same vest. I helped to cut out the left armhole, as shown here, and saw that the vest was powder burned.
On his cross-examination Mr. Saup said he took hold of Hogan by the arm. I saw he was excited, and was afraid he would shoot somebody. I can’t say that I did not say that he looked “wild;” but if I did I didn’t understand the meaning. He was excited and trying to get into the door, and I was afraid he’d shoot somebody. He was pointing the pistol into the door and trying to get it open. I shall not say under oath that he looked like a wild man. He was excited and flourishing his pistol and I was afraid somebody would get shot. A number of persons around; I should say an unusual crowd.
On re-direct examination Mr. Saup said that when he saw Hogan and Mahoney in the saloon a few minutes before, Hogan didn’t seem excited—looked as he usually looked. The only thing Hogan said to witness during the whole time was “Let me alone.” He didn’t say he was going to hurt anybody else, nor did he try to, as far as witness observed.
then addressed a few words of caution to the jury, and ordered an
adjournment until 1 o’clock p.m.
JAMES C. LAHUE
On cross-examination Marshal LaHue said Hogan surrendered without any show of resistance or unwillingness. The witness then being questioned touching Hogan’s explanation of the killing, the attorneys for the People objected, and the jury was ordered out of hearing that the question might be discussed. It was arranged, however, that the question would be discussed in chambers after the adjournment of court.
The jury was therefore recalled, and
was placed upon the stand. He testified that he had known Hogan three or four years. Didn’t see the shooting at Gates’. It was between 5 or 6 when he heard of it. Witness saw Hogan in the afternoon of same day. He came over the Mississippi levee where witness was loading the dirt he hauled to Tenth Street. It was 500 or 600 feet from the levee. Hogan said to me, “Howdie. Will you hold my horse while I shoot off my pistol?” He shot all off but one barrel, and that failed; but it went off at the second trial. He told me that he wanted to kill a dog that troubled him the other night. Don’t know how long it was until I heard of the shooting of Mr. Arter. Hogan said he wanted to kill a dog.
On cross-examination he said it was a common thing to shoot off pistols over the levee. Witness was not able to fix the time of day when he saw Hogan.
was called: Have lived in Cairo 13 years. Knew Hogan and Arter ever since lived here. Was laying flagstones in front of Gates’ saloon on evening of July the 30th. Arter was sitting in the doorway with a paper in his hands. He had come there about a half hour before; but had been there off and on all day. Hogan was on him with a revolver when I first say Hogan. When shot, Arter cried, “Oh!” I caught Hogan by the sleeve as he passed me, and someone hollered to me to let him go, that he might hurt me. Arter dashed into the stairway. There was someone in the stairway with Arter. McNulty came up to Hogan, and Hogan said, “Let me go; I’m not going to hurt anyone.” Hogan was behind Arter when he fired—the pistol very close to Arter’s back. It was done in an instant—so quick that I don’t know whether Arter jumped after or before the shot. Don’t recollect of seeing Hogan before he fired on Arter.
And here, for the present, the People rested their case.
o’clock court adjourned until 8:30 this morning, when an examination of the
defendant’s witnesses will be commenced. A full day will probably be
consumed in this way; and a like interval, probably will be consumed by the
People in offering evidence in rebuttal, and not less than two days will be
consumed in an argument of the case. Hence we regard it as altogether
probable that the case will not be given over to the jury before Friday
(John Slaughter married Parlee Stokes on 7 Feb
1875, in Jefferson Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Court continued at half past 8 o’clock yesterday morning, in pursuant to adjournment.
The court having decided to admit the testimony of Marshal LaHue as to what Hogan said after he reached Robinson’s office and while on his way to the county jail, some ten or fifteen minutes after the shooting,
was recalled to the stand. He testified on cross-examination, that he is now and was at the time of the killing of C. D. Arter, the chief of police of the city. The police of the city are, to some extent, under my direction. Hogan’s first remark to me after arrest was, “Let me go.” He subsequently said, “He has broken up my family.” He made no effort to escape when I took him in custody.
On re-direct examination Mr. LaHue testified that, in reaching the county jail with his prisoner, he came up Commercial to Twelfth or Fourteenth, thence to Washington and by that avenue to the jail. On the way, near Twelfth and Commercial we met lawyer Linegar. Mr. Hogan spoke to him. He said, “Dave, I am arrested and I want you to defend me.”
The defense then commenced the introduction of their testimony. The first witness called was
JOHN H. ROBINSON, J. P.
He testified that he had lived in Cairo since 1858, had been absent from the city about one year since that time. Am now an acting justice of the peace. Hogan was a county constable. Think I’ve known him about 18 years. He was county constable a portion of the time; was city marshal at one time; and lived for a while in the country on a farm. He was in the army, but not in the same company with me. He lived with his wife, for some time before the shooting on Twentieth Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street. I remember the shooting of Arter. I saw Hogan frequently during the day. He roomed with me. He appeared restless and uneasy. I tried to get him to attend to business, but I couldn’t get him to do it. He’d always been very prompt before that. Don’t remember how the weather was. ‘Twas in the heated term of the year, however. He exhibited a good deal of feeling. I have seen his eyes fill with tears and have heard him groan during the night. I noticed nothing else, I believe, except his restlessness. I can’t say whether he left the room during the night, except on one occasion, when he left about 3 o’clock in the morning. He was usually gone when I got up in the morning. I walked around with him after night, occasionally. On the occasion of the ball given by the Mystic Knights we visited the park together. On arriving at park we alighted from back and went to railing of enclosure wherein they were dancing. I left Hogan and passed around to the other side. After awhile I returned and found that he had left. I soon afterwards returned to the city. I found Hogan sitting at the corner of Eighth and Commercial, meditating. At this point the witness was asked to give his opinion as to the condition of Hogan’s mind during the ten days or two weeks preceding the shooting. The prosecution objected, stated reasons for the objection and a spirited discussion ensued. At the conclusion of the argument the court took the matter under advisement and ordered the calling of another witness. Thereupon a young lady, probably 18 years of age named
was placed upon the stand. Said she had known Hogan eight years. Was related to him by marriage. Went to live in Hogan’s family on the 23rd day of October, 1878, and left on the 25th of July. Knew Mr. Arter about five months. (The witness here being questioned as to the contents of letters she had written for Mrs. Hogan to Arter, the prosecution objected, and the objection was sustained. The attorneys for the defense consulted several minutes, after which the witness proceeded.) I told Uncle John of the intimacy between Mrs. H. and Mr. Arter after he and she had parted. It was two days after the separation. I told him this at Mrs. O’Shea’s on Eighth Street on the 23rd of July. I told him I had written three or four letters to Arter for his wife. I told him the contents of the letters. I told him they had met at different places, at a vacant house near where I lived; they met there one or two times. I saw them meet at the colored schoolhouse, once or twice. I didn’t tell how long they stayed. I told him Arter came to his house as often as once or twice a week to meet Mrs. Hogan; told him they were together an hour or an hour and a half at a time. I told him at that interview, that I wrote the letters for Mrs. Hogan and gave them to her. I told him his wife and Arter met at his house occasionally, I said I didn’t know why they met. I didn’t think their conversation a suitable one. Mr. Arter threatened to kill Uncle John and I told him. One time Arter came there and stayed later than usual. Mrs. Hogan was excited and wanted him to leave. Arter said he wasn’t afraid of Hogan and pulled out a pistol to blow his head off. I told Uncle John that Arter had said he had sent him over the Mississippi levee. I told him about their intending to leave on the 2d day of July for Leadville. I told him where and when they had met and how often. Their actions were of a friendly nature; that I didn’t know very much about it; Arter hugged and kissed her.
On cross-examination Miss Worthington said Hogan’s sister is my stepmother. I am now staying at Mrs. O’Shea’s so as to be here as a witness. I haven’t talked much to anyone—once to Daniel Hogan and have talked to three of Uncle John’s lawyers. Uncle John and wife separated about the 16th day of July or about a week before my interview with him. Mrs. O’Shea was present during the conversation. I didn’t know whether he had sued for a divorce or not. I didn’t send for him to tell him. I suppose he came to see me. I never told him that anyone else visited the house and kissed Mrs. Hogan. Mrs. Hogan was at Mrs. Baird’s at this time. Hogan didn’t say much of anything. The interview lasted probably ten minutes. Hogan came alone. Mrs. Hogan and Arter met at those places after dark. I told Mr. Hogan I had written four notes for his wife. The reason I never told the story before I told it to Mr. Hogan was because I was raised in the country, and didn’t know about city life, and thought such doings were customary. I thought it was all right for a married man to kiss another woman, and to go to Leadville together. And I thought those meetings at the schoolhouse and other places were all right, too. On a redirect examination the witness said that the first hugging and kissing was reported to Mr. Hogan. I thought it was wrong; and I don’t think fully understood Mr. Allen’s question when I answered that I thought it all right for a married man to have such intimacies with another man’s wife.
was then called to the stand. Witness first knew Hogan in 1862, and ever since then. Remember the circumstance of the killing of Arter. Saw Hogan that day three times. Once near 5 o’clock on Ninth Street. He was going toward Washington Avenue. I saw him in the forenoon first. I took no notice of his appearance the first time. About 2 o’clock in the afternoon when he sat down at my stable, he said his heard hurt him. He was talking of his troubles, and his entire talk was about his wife. His appearance and actions led me to believe he had been drinking. He got up and started away, but he returned and sat down again, and is eyes were full of tears. In his talk he would seem to fill up. He was red in the face—that is why I supposed he had been drinking. He said, “I believe my head will kill me. I’ve an awful headache, today.” The balance of the talk was about family affairs.
At this juncture of the court, the judge decided the opinions of non-experts as to the sanity or insanity of the prisoner were admissible. Thereupon
A. J. CARLE
Was recalled, and testified that in his opinion Hogan was not in his right mind.
On cross-examination Mr. Carle said that when he said Mr. Hogan looked like he had been drinking, that he meant he seemed to be out of his usual frame of mind. I thought he was out of his mind because he would repeat the same story, appeared restless and chewed up cigars and spit them away. I didn’t think he had lost his entire mind. Think he knew his own property, knew his acquaintances and knew the difference between right and wrong. I can’t explain the extent of his insanity; merely thought him insane from what I have told the jury. I don’t know of anything else he did. Never gave the object of lunacy or mind diseases any thought, and never read any works about insanity, except some novels.
JOHN H. ROBINSON,
being recalled, in chief said he thought Hogan to be of unsound mind.
On cross-examination Mr. Robinson said he had taken some interest in the case; had talked with the defendants lawyers about it; was a friend of Mr. Hogan, and was a friend of Mr. Arter. Never gave the subject of insanity any particular study. I don’t think he was competent to attend to his business; didn’t see him attempt it and fail. I know he didn’t attend to it as formerly; and when I urged him to serve some writs he seemed to get out of humor. Heard that Hogan had sold his team; but can’t say whether it was on the day of the homicide or not. I think he didn’t attend to business because his mind was so occupied with his family affairs. He knew me all the time and I think he knew right from wrong except in the one thing on his mind. Am a friend of Mr. Hogan’s and roomed with him a long while. I never made insanity a study.
GEORGE W. CORLISS
was called to the stand. He testified that he had lived in Cairo two or three years. Knew Hogan but was not intimate with him; recollect having heard of the shooting of Arter. Left the city an hour or two before its occurrence. Witness presumed that he had seen Hogan a few days before. There was nothing in his appearance or conduct at the time that arrested witness attention and the matter might never have been brought to mind but for the killing of Arter. For a month or two Hogan had been in the habit of passing witness without speaking. Previous to that he nearly always spoke on meeting. He seemed less cordial than formerly.
Mr. Corliss was not cross-examined.
was brought to the stand. He had known Hogan 15 or 16 years. Heard of the killing of Arter. Saw Hogan nearly every day. Hogan slept for two weeks next door to witness. Saw him in the evening sitting outside on steps crying. Witness asked him what was the matter. He replied that a dirty dog had destroyed the happiness of his family. Witness came out an hour afterwards and saw him there with his head hanging down. Witness tried to get him to take something to cheer up on. He said he’d take a cigar. He didn’t tell witness who caused his troubles. He didn’t appear to witness as he used to appear.
Mr. Pfifferling was not cross-examined.
testified substantially as follows: I live in Mound City and am coroner and constable in Pulaski County. Have known Hogan 6 or 8 years, and heard of the shooting shortly after it took place. Had business in Cairo on 21st of July with Hogan. Noticed that he didn’t seem the same man he used to be. He sat down while in my company and hung his head. I asked him what was the matter, and he afterwards told me. He helped me very little in the business I had to attend to. He looked as if he was in much trouble. He got in the wagon and told me what his troubles were.
On cross-examination witness was positive that he had his business with Hogan on Monday the 21st of July. I came here to look after some mortgaged property. Hogan went with me and I got the property.
JOHN HOGAN, THE PRISONER,
was put upon the stand to testify respecting injuries he had received. He said I am 38 years of age. I received a wound in my right side while in the army, and was struck on the head with a two-pound weight. The wound in my side hurts me when I lift or when I scuffle. If I have anything that weighs heavily on my mind the head wound hurts me; otherwise I don’t feel it. The side wound was received in 1861; the head wound in 1871.
DR. HORACE WARDNER.
Our purpose will be accomplished if we succeed in giving a general idea of Dr. Wardner’s testimony. After examining the prisoner’s head the Dr. said that he was a physician of 23 years standing; a regular graduate, and Superintendent of S. I. Insane Asylum, where he has about 500 patients in charge. Have known Mr. Hogan about 14 years, and to some extend am acquainted with his temperament; am of the opinion that, if a man of his temperament were subjected to a great domestic trouble—the infidelity of his wife, for instance—for a period of 10 or 15 days, eating and sleeping but little, confining his mind to the one subject, suffering from a disturbance of the circulation—involving such symptoms as restlessness, sleeplessness, sitting about a different points crying—I think, in a majority of cases, the person might pass into a state of uncontrollable excitement. A train of circumstances like that, would produce, sooner or later, insanity.
On cross-examination Dr. W. said I don’t pretend to say that Hogan was insane at the time, for I did not see him. I merely say that a train of circumstances like that detailed, would sooner or later produce insanity. Some persons would have an outbreak sooner than others. This would not be the case in all cases. This species of insanity would be called melancholia. We have a species of insanity called moral insanity. Upon exciting causes the subject would be led to commit an act of which he would have no knowledge. Under these circumstances they will sometimes attend ordinary business, but more frequently not. I mean by controllable excitement, where the will power is gone. A man may become so angry that he cannot control himself. In the case hypothecated a man will sooner or later become insane. In certain temperaments anger may become wholly uncontrollable. I examined the head indentation of Hogan; there is some depression. I couldn’t say that the depression in any manner affected the inward table of the brain.
I mean that anger is with some people, under the conditions described, an uncontrollable passion.
DR. JAMES ROBARTS
testified that he is a physician of 44 years standing—66 years old. Have had to do with insanity or causes of insanity only as brought in contact with them in the course of general practice. After examining Hogan’s head the doctor said there appears to be a scar where the wounds were. There is a depression of the substance of the covering of the skull, and, in all probability there was a fracture of the outer table of the skull. I find considerable nervous sensibility. There is more circulation beneath the wound than elsewhere. Incase of an excitement of the system, there would be a tendency of blood to the spot. Heard the hypothetical case put to Dr. Wardner, and I would say that I am in perfect accord with his conclusions. In such a train of circumstances insanity would be largely dependent on the subject’s temperament. In some it would follow; in others it would not. I will say, however, that I do not think it would be insanity today and sanity tomorrow. But in such a condition I would always dread the future.
On cross-examination the doctor said he could not give the time essential to a development. It would be governed as circumstance would lend, with the cause continuing, to permanent insanity. Melancholia often results in permanent insanity. Some such men get angry, beyond control, and cannot in that condition, be considered sane. For the time being the hypothecated and the anger insanity are one and the same.
took the stand and testified as follows: Live in Cairo; have known Hogan about ten years. Remember the killing of C. D. Arter. Hogan came to my store once or twice a day. I walked toward him when he came in one day and he said, “We’ve been looking for the last twelve months and have found it out at last. I have some money that don’t belong to me.” I thought when he came in afterwards he was all right, but his remark was not intelligible.
On cross-examination Mr. F. said he’d had conversation with Hogan almost every day for two or three years. His remark was that “He’d been watched for a year and found it out today.” This was a week or two before the homicide. I understood him to mean that someone was watching Hogan and he found it out that day. “I’ve been watched for a year and found it out today,” was the language; “This money is not mine.” He put some money in a pocketbook and then put the book in his pocket. He bought a hat for $2.25 and broke it down in the top. Judge Allen then asked if Hogan paid for the hat. Witness: “That’s none of your business.” The question was repeated, and witness said, I decline to answer, to which the court responded, “Yes, you WILL answer,” and he did answer. The hat was paid for. Hogan didn’t need the hat. I’d never seen anyone break a hat down that way before. Witness had frequently seen Hogan passing the street, with head hung as if in meditation.
From my observation Hogan did not appear all right.
knew Hogan 18 or 20 years. Remember the shooting circumstance. I ran to the spot as soon as I could, when I came there Hogan seemed perfectly wild and excited, and I said, “Let him be, and I’ll manage him.” When I took him he dropped his arm down. He never spoke a word to me when I walked across Seventh. When I reached the ground he was trying to get loose.
Have been intimately acquainted with Hogan the past 7 years. We were constables at the same time. When I ran down I saw Hogan pitch out of saloon door, and Saup grab him. He had a pistol in his hand. When I got there they were near the street. Hogan made no resistance to me. He went quietly and peaceably. LaHue came up when I got Hogan opposite Billy White’s and took him. LaHue wanted to turn us back, but I insisted that he take him to the Squire’s office. He went peaceably.
testified: Have known Hogan 12 years and been tolerably intimate with him for five months—met him every evening or so. He and I loafed at Robinson’s cigar store. He came on business to my place occasionally. Saw him frequently during past ten days; two weeks previous to the shooting. When we were together he seemed disposed to whisper to Robinson all the time. I recollect of him coming to my place and pulling out a wood toothpick and tried to light it. “I am about crazy,” he said, “about my wife.” He didn’t enter into details. This was before the shooting at Robinson’s when he would get up and start off. Men had wheelbarrow on sidewalk and H. made him take it off. He flew at the man as if angry. He was not the Hogan of the former day at my place of business. I didn’t have any conversation with him. He looked about the same. He generally looks dreamy and melancholy. In company with friends he generally took part in the joke and talked. We met at R.’s more on account of being R’s friends than otherwise. I saw H. at 9 p.m. the day before the shooting. I noticed a disposition on his part to be by himself or to be with Robinson. My opinion is that he was not of sound mind.
The court then adjourned until the usual hour this morning.
days ago Alexander Hodges, son of Judge Hodges, deceased, of
Unity, received a cut in the arm from the tooth of a mill saw in Coyle’s
sawmill. No physician being at hand the wound was plastered over, and, for
the time, received no further attention. In a day or two the arm commenced
swelling, and the best medical skill attainable could afford the young man
no relief. Within four or five days from receiving the cut, the poor fellow
Thursday, 2 Oct 1879:
On the reassembling of the court, yesterday morning, the examination of witnesses for the defense was at once resumed.
was called. Said he had lived in Cairo 21 years. Had known Hogan since 1862. “My acquaintance with him has been very intimate. We have been on the police together and a great deal in each other’s company. I knew Hogan’s wife and recollect the shooting of Arter. On the evening of the same day delivered Hogan’s message from his wife who was at her sister’s on Ninth Street. She wanted to see him to tell him something important. This was near 5 o’clock in the afternoon. He first said he wouldn’t go, and then said he would. I think he started off in that direction. I went to the island for my cow. On my return between 6 and 7 o’clock I heard the shooting. For some time before that he didn’t appear to be the same man. His appearance and actions were peculiar. We’d start on a walk, and he’d suddenly leave me. He talked about his domestic trouble. I’ve seen him crying at my house and elsewhere. He said it was about his wife and little boy. He had a wild look and his face was flushed. There is no question about his looking different from what he formerly did. I think he was not of sound mind. He was depressed in spirits, low-spirited. It was at the corner of Seventh and Commercial where I delivered the message to him. His wife was at a house four blocks away.
On cross-examination Mr. Sheehan said that his feelings were very deeply enlisted in Hogan’s behalf. Had known him 17 or 18 years; was a countryman of his and an intimate friend. I have done all I could do in his favor. In his conversations with me he seemed to be in low and depressed spirits. His boy is an adopted child. Witness’ opinion about insanity wasn’t worth anything, but he thought Hogan insane.
the prisoner, testified: I know Sheehan well. I recollect the message he communicated to me. I went to the house and saw my wife. I was there about 15 minutes. I had an interview with her; we talked about our troubles. Mrs. Baird was present, but left the room. My wife came up behind me and threw herself down in front of me and said she wanted to tell me all. She said those letters you got out of the post office last fall, that were not signed, were written by Arter. He got me to burn ‘em up. Arter told me about you being in a buggy at the park with a woman. She said he got her to go to the park with him and there he got the best of her. She said that Arter came by the house and talked to her about me being at the park with a woman, and got her to go there. It was the 2nd or 3rd time they went that they had criminal intercourse. The girl, Worthington, told me that Arter was at the house, tight, with a pistol. My wife told me that Ike Wilson carried notes to Arter for her and from Arter to her. She said he was at the house when I was over the river. Arter didn’t send me there, but he did send me other places, while we were on the police together. She said, “You know the two letters you received about the counterfeit money, Arter wrote them.” She told me she had burned the letters. I went to the trains of both roads, watching for the counterfeiters. But she didn’t say that Arter came to see her that night.
Judge Allen, in cross-examining the witness, asked him if he didn’t have a fight while at Unity on account of his wife. Attorneys for defense objected that the question touched a matter not drawn out in chief, and was, therefore, inadmissible. The court sustained the objection and the witness left the stand.
was called to the stand, and a question being raised as to the relevancy of an answer he was about to give in question propounded, he was for the time being, withdrawn by the defense. The jury was subsequently taken from the room and Crawley was called upon to detail his evidence. It was to the effect that, upon one occasion he saw Mr. Arter and Mrs. Hogan in conference at the residence of Charles F. Arter, on Washington near Eleventh. The court decided that the testimony was objectionable because of its irrelevancy.
being sworn, said, “I have lived in Cairo 25 years. Have known Hogan about 17 years. Saw him a number of times during the two weeks preceding the shooting of Arter. I observed that he was apparently laboring under a good deal of trouble. I noticed no facial twitchings—simply saw that he was troubled about something. Very little conversation passed between us, as I didn’t care to talk to him concerning the matter. He appeared to me a changed man.”
testified: I live in Kentucky. Have lived there 10 or 15 years. Knew Hogan about 25 years; knew Arter 30 years. Recollect the shooting. I had a conversation with Arter and I told Hogan what he said. I came over to sell a cow. Asked Hogan if he wanted to buy it. He said, no, he’d split up and didn’t need a cow. Told Hogan the morning he killed Arter on the corner of Sixth that Arter, 6 or 7 months before had asked me to get him, Hogan, to go across the river hunting; that he didn’t want Hogan’s wife to go hunting with him. I met Arter again. I was coming up the wharf from the ferry. He said, “Grundy, you could work that thing all right for me, if you would.” I told him I didn’t want anything to do with it. I never had any conversation with Hogan subsequent to the day Arter was shot.
Swore that he has known Hogan 16 years. Knew Arter also. I saw Hogan 4 or 5 times a day for 10 days previous to the shooting. I met him one time going down the levee, in a deep study. Another time I met him I said, “Hello.” He seemed not to know me and said “Hello” in return. I made a remark about his appearance.
On cross-examination Mr. Biggs said he never thought anything about Hogan’s appearance and conduct until after the shooting took place.
a colored man, swore that during the past 6 months or a year he had carried three notes from Arter to Mrs. Hogan and carried notes from Mrs. Hogan to Arter, and told Hogan about it. “Twice they paid me for it, and once they didn’t.”
On cross-examination this witness said it was in the evening when he told Hogan. He didn’t recollect how long it was afterwards that Hogan killed Arter. “My best recollection is I can’t say.” “I was indicted in this court for stealing something that wasn’t mine; but not for larceny. I was arrested.”
who serves at Mrs. William Martin’s, testified: I know Mr. Hogan. For a week before the shooting he boarded at Mrs. Martin’s . He ate very little. He took a cup of coffee and bread and butter. He stayed but a short time at the table. He came in and went out the same as other gentlemen. He was there a week, lacking one day. I have talked with some of his friends, as they came in, as I did with others. I remarked his poor appetite.
On cross-examination the witness stated that Hogan took breakfast and dinner on the day of the homicide, as usual. He still gets his meals there, they being sent to him in his cell.
And here the defense rested their case. Court adjourned for dinner.
At 1:30 o’clock court convened again, and the State commenced the introduction of their testimony in rebuttal. The first witness introduced was
MILES W. PARKER,
who testified as follows: I knew Charley Arter 35 years; have known the prisoner about 19 or 20 years. I have been well acquainted with him. He came into my place, at times, every day. I was at my place of business at the time I heard of the killing of Arter. I saw Hogan that afternoon between 1 and 2 o’clock, a few hours before the killing. He came in and purchased a cigar. Had no conversation except what is usual with customers. I noticed nothing out of the way in his appearance or actions. Nothing unusual about him excited my attention. To me he appeared all right—perfectly sane.
WILLIAM Q. MOORE, ESQ.
was examined. I live in Cairo; have known Hogan a number of years. I was city attorney with him and had frequent business relations with him. I was in the city the day he killed Arter. I saw him that day—saw him every day or two. Had a business conversation with him the day before the homicide at Parker’s bookstore. He is rather a taciturn man. It is a habit of his to speak in passing and then again to neglect to do so. This I would say has been a uniform habit with him for a number of years. I noticed nothing unusual in him during the conversation the day before the killing. He appeared to me precisely as he always had. My opinion is that he was as sane as at any other time I ever saw him. The business about which we talked was in reference to a team he had sold my mother.
On cross-examination witness said he left the city on the 21st and didn’t see Hogan again until the day before the shooting of Arter.
J. C. LaHUE,
city marshal, was called to the stand. He said “Hogan and I were policemen together. Since last May I have been chief of police and city marshal. Was on the police with him about five years. Hogan was constable, and I met him every day. Saw him soon after he shot Arter. Had met him frequently during the previous 10 days or two weeks. I didn’t observe anything unusual in his general appearance. I did not then and I do not now think he was insane. (At this juncture Judge Allen propounded a question touching an expression used by the prisoner when leaving the scene of the homicide. The defense objected; the jury was withdrawn, the question stated, and the question of its admissibility argued. The court overruled the objection and the jury was recalled.) The witness then stated that while in the act of leaving the ground where the shooting had taken place or immediately after, he asked Hogan to surrender his pistol. He declined to do so, stating that some of Arter’s relatives or friends might attack him and he wanted to be in a condition to defend himself. This was his excuse for not surrendering the pistol.
COMINGS, J. P.
took the stand: Have resided in Cairo 17 years. Have been a justice of the peace for five years. Have known Hogan ever since I came to Cairo, or nearly so. Saw him in my office nearly every day. Being a constable he served a part of the writs I issued. During the two weeks previous to the killing I can’t say that he was in my office as frequently as formerly. Met him frequently, however, on the streets, passing and repassing. I can’t say that I saw anything peculiar or unusual about him. I certainly didn’t consider him insane.
On cross-examination the witness said that Hogan was in his office on the 19th of July. He was also there on the 16th. He returned some official papers each time. On the 19th he returned papers in the case of C. O. Patier vs. Harkless. On the other occasion papers in the case of Stone vs. Quigley. Judging from what I saw of him on the streets and in my office, I should say he was as sane as usual.
have lived in Cairo 15 or 16 years. Have known Hogan 10 or 12 years, perhaps longer. I saw him at times once a day, at other times two or three times, and then again, not at all. I am on friendly terms with him. The day of the homicide I was absent, attending a barbecue. Saw him a dozen or more times during the ten days or two weeks before the homicide. I saw him when he came into my place of business. I did not notice anything unusual about him. He appeared, from what I saw of him, as sane as he ever did.
On cross-examination witness said from the 15th to the 20th of July he was half the time in town and half the time in the country. Hogan often came in for cigars and to go to the water closet. My recollection is he came in as often as 5 or 6 times a day. I didn’t keep dates, but I know he frequented my place often.
was called: Have known Hogan since 1865. We were always friendly and intimate. I saw him a number of time during he week or 10 days previous to the killing. He used to come in and collect the water tariff. He collected for himself. I paid him half dollar. I observed nothing at all, during the time, that would make me think him insane. I saw nothing unusual about him in any way.
testified as follows: Have lived in Cairo since 1865. Have known Hogan 8 or 10 years. have seen him frequently of late. He’d come around to my place and say “Howdy.” Some days I saw him and some I didn’t. I saw him the Saturday before the homicide at Gazzola’s. He collected 25 cents for water rates. I saw him in Gates’ saloon with Mahoney, a minute or two before the shooting. I said, “Hello, John.” He said, “Howdy, Gus.” There was nothing unusual in his looks. He appeared like he always had. I spoke to him while he was at Gates’ counter. From the 15th to the 30th of July I saw him 3 or 4 times to speak to him that I recollect of.
was well acquainted with the prisoner. Saw him once or twice a day and just before the shooting; and I always considered him sane, from what I saw of him. Have always been on friendly terms with him.
Said he had known Hogan 12 or 14 years. Saw him frequently all that time, and for a long time two or three times a day. During the 10 days or two weeks previous to the killing saw him often. On the Saturday before the killing he collected water rates from me. From what I saw of him, I saw nothing peculiar or unusual. He appeared much as he always did. Had no conversation with him at the store, when he called there.
testified that he and Hogan were the best of friends. Saw him every day. Hogan was policeman under witness. Few days before shooting Arter, Hogan told witness he had some trouble. Could not say whether he was sane or not.
B. F. LIVINGSTON
Affirmed that he had lived in Cairo 3 or 4 years. Knew Hogan all the time. Saw him often. Had business with him. I saw him just before and have seen him since the homicide. Saw him in front of Burger and Bro.’s after dinner on the evening of the homicide, and saw him occasionally during the ten or fifteen days before that time. He called for pay for sprinkling. I noticed nothing unusual in his conduct or conversation. His face was red, when I met him at Burger’s; this was, I believe, the only peculiarity. He had been boarding at the same house with me. I saw him only a few moments.
On cross-examination witness said that Hogan doesn’t talk much. When I saw him at Burger’s I had an idea he had been drinking. I didn’t know he was not a drinking man and I do not know but his face is always red.
testified: I have lived in Cairo about 24 years. I run a “second-hand butcher shop.” I have known Hogan for 15, 16 or 18 years. Saw him nearly every day. During the past ten or fifteen days I saw him several times. The night before the killing I had a conversation with him. I didn’t notice when he moved off Twentieth Street downtown. From what I saw of him I thought him as sane as he ever was. I couldn’t see anything in him different from his former self.
HARMON H. BLACK
I can’t say how long I have known Hogan. I have had official business with him. I met him frequently and am well acquainted with him. I saw him when he was in custody of Marshal LaHue. I only recollect of meeting him directly when he came up after money. I saw him subsequently, during the week of the homicide. I observed nothing unusual about him. When he first called for the water rate there was no money in the drawer, and I asked him to call again, and he did so. When I last saw him I noticed no change in him. In reference to sociability, I would say he is quite reticent as a usual thing—he was not communicative.
On cross-examination the witness said that the only conversations he had with accused since the 15th of July was on the occasions of his calls for his money.
swore that he lived in Cairo and works in Powers’ livery stable. Been here this last time 2 years. Knew Hogan 7 or 8 years. Saw Hogan at 7 o’clock on the morning of the day of the homicide. He boarded his horse at the livery stable, and was in the habit of getting his horse out for him at that hour. Had no conversation with him on the morning of the day of the shooting. He looked and acted as he always did. I saw nothing about him.
And here the People rested their case.
This morning State’s Attorney Mulkey will open the argument for the People. He will be followed by the attorneys for the defense, three of whom we understand, will make speeches. Then Judge Allen will close, on the side of the prosecution. A day and a half, probably two days, will be consumed in the argument.
(William J. Yost married Maria Louisa Smith on 23 Feb 1869, in
Massac Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
The testimony in the case of the People against Hogan was concluded on Wednesday evening. On Thursday morning State’s Attorney Mulkey commenced the argument for the People and spoke until noon. Mr. Wheeler, for the defense, followed in the afternoon, and occupied the time of the court until evening. Friday morning Mr. Albright spoke on the same side and concluded shortly after dinner. Judge Green, also for the defense, consumed the balance of the day. Yesterday morning Judge Allen commenced the closing argument for the prosecution and concluded a little after one o’clock in the afternoon. The jury was then instructed by the court at great length. Under the instructions, as well as the testimony, the jury had to deal with but the one question: and that was as to condition of the defendant’s mind at the time of killing Arter. One of the instructions was to the effect that, if the jury believed the defendant insane at the time of the killing, they must acquit, regardless of the condition of his mind before or after the act. Another instruction was to the effect that the evidence of Hogan as to his wife’s confession, of Miss Node Worthington, Grundy Bryant and Ike Wilson in confirmation thereof, should be considered only as to its effect upon the prisoner’s mind, as it was permitted to go to the jury for that purpose and not to show the fact of adultery.
After an absence of about an hour and a half the jury agreed upon their verdict, which is in the words following:
“We, the jury, find that the defendant took the life of Charles D. Arter in manner as charged in the indictment, but find that at the time he committed the act the defendant was insane, and further find, that he has entirely and permanently recovered from such insanity.”
The friends of the accused who have stood by him most devotedly and unflinchingly from the commencement, received the announcement of his acquittal with cheers and the prisoner-no-longer was the subject of hearty congratulations from them.
Well, the matter is at an end. The friends and relatives of the
deceased did all they could to vindicate what they considered an outraged
law. The friends and relatives of Hogan worked with zeal and
earnestness that betrayed not only a strong friendship for the accused, but
an impression that he was justified in what he did.
Services over the remains of William Kendall, deceased, will be held at his late residence on Thirty-fourth Street, at half past one o’clock, this afternoon. A special train will leave the foot of Tenth Street at 3 o’clock sharp, for Villa Ridge. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
Oct 1879, 8 Nov 1879, and 20 Dec 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported
that Nathan C. Meeker, formerly of seven miles southeast of Anna, was
killed by Ute Indians at White River, Colo. He was born near Cleveland,
Euclice Co., Ohio, and was about 64 years old. He was likely born at
Euclid, near Cleveland in Cuyahoga Co., Ohio, as there is no Euclice Co.,
The Anna Fruit Grower, of Thursday says:
Nathan G. Meeker, the government agent at the White River Agency, who, with his wife and daughter, and about twenty other whites were mercilessly murdered by the treacherous Ute Indians, formerly resided east of Dongola, in this county. He was a man of more than ordinary ability and the valued correspondent of various first-class publications. He was the first man to raise strawberries for market in this now celebrated fruit region. A correspondent of the Jonesboro Gazette, in last week’s issue thus speaks of Mr. Meeker:
Mr. Meeker was a citizen of this county, he experimented in the
cultivation of fruits and vegetables. He was the first man in the county
who raised strawberries for shipment. His neighbors called him crazy and
penurious because he did not invite them all in to spend Sunday in his
strawberry patch. His description of Southern Illinois to the New York
Tribune was not very flattering at times, but his quaint style of
describing things made it pardonable. He was a farseeing, intelligent,
honest man, and as a war correspondent, had few equals. The writer met him
frequently while in the army. Whenever we wished to get a reliable and
comprehensive view of the situation we always made it a point to hunt up Mr.
The schoolmates of little Callie, sincerely lamenting her death, joined in the following tribute of respect, and forwarded it to us for publication in The Bulletin.
Callie, having been a pupil of our district school, for the past two years, we, as school mates, think it proper to pay such respect to her memory, as her many virtues richly deserve; therefore,
Resolved, That in the death of Callie, the school has been bereft of one of its most energetic and brilliant members, each pupil of a dear, unselfish school mate and the teacher, who for one short term, was permitted to direct the studies of an affectionate and studious pupil, whom, in their daily intercourse, she noticed to be the soul of truth and honor—one who always strove to obey, not merely from a sense of duty, but from love of school and teacher.
Resolved, That together with all friends of the family, through our little village, we heartily tender our sympathies to the dear mother who has thus been called upon to give up her last treasure to the care of the Heavenly Father, and may she be comforted in the thought, that, though dead to us, she is not lost, but only “gone before” to meet the dear father and little sister, with whom she longed to be—gone to that heaven of rest so glowingly described to us, where there is no sickness or suffering, and where (our duties here on earth ended) we all hope to assemble.
Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be sent to the bereaved mother,
one sent The Cairo Bulletin for publication, and a third copy be
placed upon the records of the school.
Friday, 24 Oct 1879:
desire to tender our heartfelt thanks to the community in general for the
many kindly expressions of sympathy, but particularly to those who have
rendered us much needed assistance of a more substantial character.
Nov 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that John Moyer’s cancer
first appeared while serving in the Union Army.—Darrel Dexter)
The coroner’s jury which met at the residence of Mr. Moses Tessier, at 10:30 o’clock a.m., yesterday, after due examination of witnesses, found the following verdict.
“We, the undersigned jurors, sworn to enquire into the death of William Tessier, from the evidence, on oath, do find, that he came to his death from a wound inflicted on the left side, by a knife, in the hands of one David Pitman, and we deem the homicide to be murder; that said wound was inflicted in Mound City, Pulaski County, on November 2nd, 1879.
Major, M. F. Wooten, C. B. Newland, M. J. Burkley,
J. Summerwell—jurors; Herman Sanders, foreman.
long, tedious and painful affliction, Mr. John D. Holmes breathed his
last this morning at the residence of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Stites,
at 15 minutes past 5 o’clock. His last hours were comforted by the presence
of his wife, mother, sisters, and other relatives and friends. He was
perfectly conspicuous up to the very moment of dissolution, and was able to
speak a few words to his wife just a little before death, but failed in the
effort to communicate with his brother. He died as easily as was possible
from the complicated character of the disease from which he suffered. His
age was about 35 years, but for about three years he had suffered untold
agony and although all that travel, climate, and medical skill and attention
could possibly do, was done for him, it was in vain. Probably no man of his
age ever died in Cairo, leaving behind him more and warmer and truer friends
than John Holmes. Brave, honest, faithful, and generous, he had the
confidence and respect of all who knew him. Peace to his spirit, and may
the Father of All comfort the stricken wife and fatherless child.
the more serious results of the storm was the killing of little
eight-year-old Alice Morris, who was found by her mother, lying under
a door, which had been broken from its fastening and fallen upon her. She
lived but fifteen minutes after being discovered. No other lives were lost
or physical injuries sustained so far as we could learn.
man named Moore, was shot and instantly killed at St. Johns last
Sunday. The coroner was called, and after hearing the evidence, which
consisted of the testimony of one man, the only person that seemed to know
anything about the affair, it was decided that death was caused by the
accidental discharge of a revolver in the hands of the witness.—Perry
At a meeting of the K. M. K. C. held in their hall, last night, the following eulogical announcement of the death of Mr. John D. Holmes, P. G. G. M., was delivered by Mr. Charles A. Saup, grand lecturer of the society:
Your Grandship and Brother Knights:
The sad duty rests upon me, as your grand lecturer, to formally announce the death of our late brother John D. Holmes, past grand mogul.
It being the first in our experience as brother knights, that death has penetrated this bounden circle, it is sufficient to say that we feel and accept it with the most profound grief; not so much that it is the first, but that death has taken from us our best, most worthy brother, and gallant leader, while it has left a vacuum in our order we are unable to fill. In using that expression I speak for the krew at large. There is nothing I will say or speak of this evening in memory of him that will not be confirmed by you. Why should I?
He was to you, as well as to me, more than the sense of the word brother conveys. The kind and patient master that he was, endeared us to him as a father.
In his absence from active duty in the past two years, while the disease that proved so fatal was bearing him on to an untimely end, how greatly did we feel his loss. There was nothing undertaken that did not show we were without a competent leader. But for this foreshadow of his ultimately leaving us, and our experience during his illness, the loss would have been felt more keenly.
He was not as most of us. We love the society of each other, with a less interest for the welfare of the krew, while he, so to speak, was the krew in reality. Ever vigorous in his endeavors to promote our interest, individually as well as collectively. He commanded and taught us not only by word, but by work and action. We thrive as a society today, but the lessons and precepts of our late brother are the foundation of this thrift.
There was nothing, it seemed he undertook that he did not accomplish. In our adventures he never advanced to the front for vainglory, but would stand with the most humble brother and, with encouraging words, make all work in a solid phalanx. Whatever we have accomplished in the past is due to a great extent to his able leadership.
As a presiding officer he was just and impartial. Those who tried to win his favor for personal advancement or gain can best tell of their failure. He courted no one’s favor, yet treated all with that common respect becoming a man of integrity and a true knight. He was never known to speak ill of a brother and his sole effort was to have peace and end all contention among members. His life was devoted to the advance and assistance of others; and in charitable enterprises he was ever foremost with hand and purse.
It can be readily seen from his life what a man should be. He was candid in his opinion—if you did wrong he was the first to admonish you; if you did well he was also the first to speak of it. His principle as a man stood upon the reasonable rule, “Do unto others as THEY DO unto you.” That doctrine which teaches a man to turn his left cheek to an offender, after receiving a blow on the right, is not maintained by us. We forgive and forget, yet, in conformity with the law of the land, the offender must suffer the penalty. These precepts are instilled in us, and are such as taught by our deceased brother.
Doubtless one of the greatest achievements of his life and one that the krew shall ever feel proud of, was his management of the Mardi Gras tournament of ’78. You will remember that predictions were made by many previous to the event, that it would be a failure. Nevertheless, he, with the assistance of a few members, worked on and by untiring labor, day and night, for weeks, brought forth the grandest carnival ever witnessed in the city. He won the day and the krew adorned itself with the laurels his hard work had obtained for them. It was the brightest rose ever added to our chaplet of fame.
The interest he took in other societies of this city are commendable. I understand that he alone raised a subscription of six hundred dollars toward the construction of the Delta engine house. The part he took in the temperance reform movement is unequalled by any of its most enthusiastic sympathizers. That he kept his pledge; that he worked zealously among the members of the krew for that cause; that he was the personification of their watchword, “Dare to do right,” is obvious, too palpably so to admit of a doubt. But we, the krew, have done our duty to him, in sickness and in death. There was not one faltering step among you in regard to your duty as fellowmen on the mournful occasion.
Deeply as we feel his loss, it cannot be compared to that of his family and relatives. That he was a kind and loving husband and father is unnecessary to say, for to know him was sufficient to convince you that he could not be otherwise. We can earnestly sympathize with them in their great bereavement. The wife who traveled with him while in search of a healthier climate, who watched over and cared for him in his long illness—how deep her grief must be. Where is there a heart that could not sympathize with her?
We have placed beneath the earth all that remained in life of him we mourn, and as the years swiftly fly the future will eventually turn the same sod over each and all of us. As we mourn for him perhaps there will be others mourn for us. We cannot imagine who will be the next taken from our circle—it might be one of you and it might be me. Death collects without notice or time, and places all, rich and poor, great and small, on an equality beneath the turf. It is our belief that the soul of our late brother has gone to a realm that knows no loss, grief or suffering. If this be true, how well may we rest in ease for those who have gone and ourselves—that must follow.
We yesterday heard on the streets that a boy had died in our hospital who had ran away from home, with the intention of connecting himself with a show, and at once started for that place to ascertain the truth of falsity of the report. We were met at the door of the hospital by one of the sisters, invited in and told the sad story which we relate below:
It was on Wednesday last that two boys, meanly and poorly clad, were seen to enter the front gate and with slow and feeble steps advance toward the hospital building. When they reached the house, the youngest of the two, who was about fourteen years old, sat down on the front steps to rest while the other went for assistance. As the sisters approached the little sufferer on the steps, he begged that he might be taken care of, and seeing death depicted on his face, they complied with his request. A bath was given him, his unclean linen exchanged for clean, placed in bed, medicine given him and made generally as comfortable as circumstances would permit. The little fellow related that he had been induced to leave home by the older boy who was with him; that they were bound for New Orleans; Mt. Vernon, Ills., was his home, and his name was Clarence Dawson. Ever since he had left home he had not slept in a bed, but had found shelter at night in depots, box cars, etc., and had begged his meals. After relating this, he became senseless and remained so for quite a while. His father was at once sent for and arrived here last Friday and was recognized by the little fellow, who bitterly repented of his folly. The presence of the boy’s father seemed to give him new life and the hope was entertained that in a day or two they could return home together. Accordingly, the father purchased a new suit of clothes for his son and made other necessary arrangements for departure. But the boy suddenly commenced failing and in spite of the efforts of Drs. Carter and Gordon, and faithful nursing, he steadily sank, and yesterday, at 11 o’clock, he died of what the doctors pronounced pneumonia.
During the sickness of little Clarence, his partner several times visited the hospital and had the sisters carry him word that he was sorry for him and pitied him, but it is thought he continued on his way to New Orleans.
Dawson yesterday purchased a coffin and left for his home with the
corpse of his son. To the credit of the sisters of our hospital, it must be
said that without reward or without hope for any, they watched and nursed
the boy as a mother would her own child.
The following preamble and resolution on the death of John D. Holmes were adopted at a meeting of the Mystic Krew held November 18th:
WHEREAS, It has pleased a beneficent providence to take from our midst, after a long and painful illness, our beloved brother, John D. Holmes, and
Whereas, By the death the Mystic Krew has suffered an imparable loss, the loss of one whose manly qualities of head and heart, endeared him to its members, one and all. Therefore, be it
Resolved, That while bowing to the inevitable, the end to which we all must come sooner or later we deeply deplore the death of one whose genius, perseverance, and leadership, contributed so largely to the success of our society in the past.
Resolved, That we tender our sincere and heartfelt condolence to the sorrowing wife and relatives of our deceased brother, in whom they have lost a kind and indulgent husband and father, a dutiful son and an affectionate brother.
Resolved, That our hall be draped in mourning for the period of thirty
days. That the members of this society wear the usual badge of mourning for
the same period. That a page of our records be dedicated to the memory of
our deceased brother, and that a copy of these resolutions be presented to
the wife and relatives of the deceased, and that they be published in the
At a regular meeting of Delta City Fire Company, November 6th, a committee was appointed to draft resolutions in reference to the death our deceased brother member, John D. Holmes, who reported as follows, which report was unanimously adopted:
Whereas, Death has again entered our ranks and by the common of an inscrutable providence has removed from our midst our beloved brother fireman, John D. Holmes, one of the charter members of our company, therefore.
Resolved, That the death of John D. Holmes, has made a void in our ranks that cannot easily be filled. An active working member from the time the company was organized until deprived of his health, he was always at the post of duty when called upon, and in the various positions he was called upon to fill, he exercised that discretion and forbearance which endeared him to out hearts, and when deprived by ill health from an active participation in a fireman’s duty, his interest in the company never ceased, and we are indebted in a great degree to his wisdom in council and untiring energy for our present prosperity. In bowing to the will of divine providence, we can but say “well done good and faithful servant.”
Resolved, That to the bereaved widow and fatherless infant we extend our heartfelt sympathies and pray that the God of the widow and fatherless may take them under His sheltering wing and preserve and care for them until they meet him above.
Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be handed to the family of the
deceased, and a page of our journal be devoted to his memory.
Mrs. Van Cleve was born in Jefferson County, Ills., in the year 1820. She professed religion and joined the M. E. church in her 16th year. In removing was a member of the church in Monroe County, and in Belleville, St. Clair County. She came to Centralia about twenty-four years ago, and united with the church in South Town. About three years ago she removed to Belleville, where she has ever since remained. A few months ago she came on a visit to her daughter in this city, Mrs. John A. Campbell. It proved to be her last. After a long and painful illness she passed quietly to rest, Nov. 14, 1879, aged 58 years and 9 months. She was a quiet, unostentatious Christian, yet active and conscientious in her service. In her last illness she exemplified the Christian religion. All her utterances were full of hope and comfort. Living or dying, she was the Lord’s. The large procession that formed at the house and accompanied the remains to her final resting place attest her words.
(William S. VanCleve married Harriet Casey on 12 Apr 1839, in
Jefferson Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
CARLINVILLE, Ill., Nov. 28.—The murderer of William Walters, who was
killed near Virden, in this county, in June 1876, by Joseph Byers,
was arrested at Lawrence, Kan., on a requisition from Gov. Cullom,
arrived here and was placed in the county jail to await trial at the next
term of the circuit court. He has been followed by Detectives Sperry
and Flees all over Texas and Kansas. The murder was one of the most
dastardly, Byers striking Walters with a pruning hook, and
then stabbing him to death with a bowie knife. The arrest has caused quite
Whereas, In the providence of God, one of our brotherhood, John D. Holmes, after a long and wasting illness, has been removed, as we humbly trust, to the land where “the inhabitants shall not say I am sick” and
Whereas, He was one of the first members of our organization, and until the hand of sickness was laid too heavily upon him, never spared himself in doing whatever he could to advance our temperance cause. Therefore
Resolved, That we the members of the Cairo Temperance Reform Club, cheerfully bear our testimony to the excellence and worth of our departed brother, as a man of honorable, manly, generous character, faithful in all the relations of life, and endearing himself to those who were thrown into intimate association with him.
Resolved 2nd, That we desire to express our profound sense of loss in the removal of a zealous, self-sacrificing and effective coworker.
Resolved 3d, That we will affectionately cherish his memory and especially as we look at the motives which are inscribed upon our banners and transparencies, we will more deeply appreciate the principles they set forth, remembering how, to the end of life, they were faithfully illustrated by him, who bore a leading part in their preparation.
Resolved 4th, That we tender to his sorrowing family our hearty sympathy,
and commend them prayerfully to the loving care of that Heavenly Father and
that precious Redeemer, into whose hands our brother committed his spirit
with so peaceful a trust at his departure from this world.
Wednesday, 3 Dec 1879:
Rice, a boy of about 15 years, fell from a wagon load of goods at the
freight depot, and before he could recover himself a keg of nails fell from
the wagon striking him on the head, mashing it in and killing him
instantly. The boy was the son of a poor blind widow woman and a quiet
For some days past various rumors have been afloat regarding Mr. George Wichert, who suddenly left the city a few days ago. It was asserted that his family relations were far from felicitous and that his financial affairs were not what they ought to be. Today it was reported that he had gone to Vincennes and there committed suicide, by shooting himself. Whether these rumors are true or not, the near future will determine. It is certain, however, that though he had a handsomely arranged and well filled cigar stand in a good locality, his business could not have been as prosperous as it might have been, for as soon as his unaccountable absence was noticed, his creditors took possession of his stock and fixtures.
sake of his wife and child, it is to be hoped that all these reports are
false, and that he will prove them to be soon, by his speedy return.
A Hearing of Witnesses for the Prosecution and Defense in the Pillow Case, Before Squire Comings Yesterday.
In yesterday’s issue we gave an account of the difficulty which occurred in October last, at Dog Tooth, between the young man Pillow and a family named Hicks, chronicled his arrest and stated that Pillow would be heard before Osborn at 3 p.m. yesterday. As early as three o’clock people commenced loitering about the squire’s office to get a look at the young desperado but he did not put in an appearance until half past three o’clock. Mr. Mulkey was on hand for the State and Mr. Linegar, who cleared Pillow in court on a charge of murder, some time ago, appeared for Pillow in this instance. An appeal was taken to Squire Comings and at a little past four the witnesses for the prosecution and defense were sworn. The charge against Pillow was an assault with intent to kill.
J. L. HICKS
for the prosecution, was first called. He lived at Dog Tooth, Alexander County, State of Illinois; knew Copeland and Pillow. The day of which the difficulty occurred was to the best of his knowledge, on Friday, October 19th, before dinner; was busy in his workshop, which is situated near his house. He saw Pillow and Copeland advancing toward his house; were about fifty yards away when he first caught sight of them. No words passed between them. Both Pillow and Copeland had double barrel shotguns on their shoulders. Pillow of late was seldom seen thereabouts. Had had trouble before with Pillow. When he saw the two advance towards his house went to his work bench and picked up his gun and, with it in hand, left the shop and ran to his house nearby; while rapping on the door and asking to be let in, heard Pillow say, “Give him h—l!”; knew Pillow said it because he recognized his voice. After knocking door open with his gun, saw them make an effort to fire; he then fired at them, upon which both fired upon him at once, hitting him in the leg, and ran off. Nothing was said during the shooting and he did not follow them.
On cross-examination by Mr. Linegar, Mr. Hicks said he did not know Pillow and Copeland had a skiff tied above his house; had recognized Pillow’s voice when he said, “Give him h-ll;” was not acquainted with Copeland, and never had difficulty with him. My name is J. L. Hicks.
son of the former witness, was then called. He testified that he was at home at the time of the difficulty. Pillow had, at one time, called him from his work and had told him that if he ever saw his father with a gun he would shoot him. He had come to his place of work to see him. Had seen them on the day of the shooting with arms going towards his father’s house, but did not see them after the shooting.
On cross-examination he said Pillow had told him that he would go past the house and if he saw Hicks with a gun he would shoot him. He told him in reply that if he did shoot his father he would have trouble.
Mr. Mulkey then recalled J. L. Hicks, which was objected to by Mr. Linegar. Mr. Mulkey stated that the object of recalling Hicks was to find out the cause of the difficulty between Hicks and Pillow. Mr. Linegar’s objection was overruled and Hicks stated that his daughter was connected with the difficulty.
a brother of Julian Pillow, and a boy seventeen years old, was next examined. Was present, he said, at the difficulty between Hicks, his brother, and Copeland; had accompanied them from home. His brother and Copeland had been working across the river, in Missouri, and had come over the night before to attend a dance; the dance was given a mile and a half away from the house, down the river. Both Pillow and Copeland had guns, and when the day of the ball, they came by Hicks’ house, he shot at them. Hicks was at the fence, which surrounds his house and which is about five steps from the house, when they first saw him. Hicks then ran to the house and called to the inmates to open the door. No attempt was made to shoot Hicks until he shot at them and then Copeland shot, followed immediately by Pillow. The shooting was done in quick succession, and after it, the three ran for the skiff, which was tied above, pursued by Harris Hicks, with pistol in hand, for about one hundred yards. The skiff was about a mile from the house; didn’t go over the river with them. Hicks had gun cocked and aiming at Pillow before Copeland fired.
The cross-examination was conducted by Mr. Mulkey. Julian, said Henry Pillow, had been over the river about a month; had brought his gun with him to the ball; was not out hunting, but generally carried a gun. No shooting was done at the first sight of Hicks. Hicks shot first and said nothing, but “Open the door.” “Give him h—l” was said by nobody. After the shooting, the son of Hicks followed them with pistol in hand, while they were running for the skiff. He was in the company of Copeland and Pillow, because he was bound for school; it was eight or nine o’clock in the morning. Pillow had come across the river to take clothes to Missouri. When walking towards Hicks’ house with them, they were not looking for him. I did not fire before Copeland and was not excited, and have not “exactly” seen men shot at before. “Never kept an account of how often I have been talked to about the affair.”
was then called. The day before the difficulty, I was at work in a sawmill in Missouri; Pillow was busy there putting up a house for the mill hands. On arrival on Illinois shore, first place went to, was at Mrs. Norris’, and from there to Statons’, where the dance was, and took breakfast there. First saw Hicks near his workshop, and saw him pick up his gun. Were then fifty or sixty yards from the shop. He ran to the door of his house, nearby and asked to be let in. He was at the door in a shooting position and shot through Pillow’s hat. We had made no attempt to go to his house or shoot until shot at. The road on which we came along is a public one.
On cross-examination by Mr. Mulkey, Copeland said that Hicks had fired two shots; don’t know who he was shooting at, and couldn’t have got out of the way if he knew how to handle a gun. After the shooting they continued on their way to the skiff and had to take that road in order to get to it. Road runs about ten steps from the house. They generally took guns wherever they went, but Pillow intended to leave his on this side of the river.
the prisoner, was the next to testify. He had been in Missouri for some time and wanting clothes and hearing that a dance was to be given on this side of the river, he came over. He came over Thursday evening and went to the dance by Mrs. Norris, two miles below Hicks’ house. The next morning while attempting to pass Hicks’ house and while about fifty yards therefrom, saw Hicks go to his workbench and pick up a gun and start for the house therewith. When just turning the corner of the house, Hicks shot at me, and at the same time dodged, but some of the shot struck my hand and hat. Upon this Copeland immediately returned fire, followed by me. Made no attempt to go to the house or to shoot until shot at.
On cross-examination he said: Met Hicks in the street when was returning from city with his daughter, after she had obtained divorce; had gun on my shoulder, but had no hard words with him; I did not go to his house because he did not want me there. Our trouble was about his daughter. If she was married, I never saw her with her husband. At the shooting, I did not say, “Give him h—l.” Hicks fired two shots.
State’s Attorney Mulkey then recalled Hicks, claiming that the introduction of new matter by the defendants justified him in doing so. Mr. Linegar objected and Squire Comings deciding that the objection was well taken. Hicks was not permitted to testify again.
The trial will be resumed at 8 o’clock this morning.
with feelings of the sincerest regret that we, this morning, announce the
death of Mr. William O’Callahan, alderman, from the First Ward of
this city, which occurred at his residence, at fifteen minutes past four
o’clock yesterday morning, December 5, 1879, after an illness of two weeks.
Mr. O’Callahan was first elected to the council to fill the vacancy caused by the removal of Mr. Jewett Wilcox from this city, and was elected by a handsome majority to the present council, over Mr. John Antrim, at the last election. He was a valuable man in his place—always displaying a thorough knowledge of the wants of the city, and his sound judgment on all questions, was universally acknowledged. As a businessman, he was successful—his energy, promptness and integrity giving him a high standing among those with whom he was thrown in contact. He was a man, who, in his daily life, had a pleasant word for everyone he met; was unassuming in manner, and, in his death, Cairo loses a man she can illy afford to lose. A son, Mr. Richard O’Callahan, is the only survivor of the family.
At a special meeting of the city council, held in the council chamber yesterday afternoon, it was resolved that the council attend the funeral in a body.
remains will be interred at Villa Ridge at 2:30 p.m. today. The funeral
will leave the residence for St. Patrick’s Church at one o’clock this
VINCENNES, IND., Dec. 9.—Last night at 11:30 o’clock, James Long,
only son of Mrs. Long, a widow lady residing in this city, was almost
instantly killed while coupling cars in the yard of the I. and V. and C. &
marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Abigail H. Wood
Weims, who for some time has been driving Halliday Bros. mill
team, yesterday, while attempting to water his team at the landing of the
ferryboat Three States drove too far into the river and the mules
losing their foothold, sank with the heavy wagon—driver and all—under the
We are told that Halliday Bros. had been offered five hundred dollars for the mules a short time ago, but refused it.
After several hours of search, the wagon and harness were recovered a little below the landing at about dusk, yesterday. The body of Weims has not been found.
Dec 1879, issue stated the man’s name was Meims.—Darrel Dexter)
The habeas corpus examination at Mound City, of Mrs. Esther Meacham, which has been of three days’ duration, came to close, at a late hour last night. She was held to bail in the sum of two thousand dollars, by Judge D. M. Browning. Messrs. Mulkey, Robarts and McCartney were for the defense, and Messrs. Anderson, Linegar and Crandall for the prosecution.
readers will remember that Mrs. Meacham is charged with the murder of
her husband—the finger of suspicion pointing at her on account of the
supreme indifference she evinced at his fate.
On Eighth Street, between Walnut and Cedar streets, lives a colored widow woman with her two children, aged respectively six and seven. While the mother had gone to the drug store yesterday afternoon, at about four o’clock, and while the older of the two boys was standing in front of the cooking stove, the younger raked coals out of the stove which coming in contact with the clothes of his brother, set them afire.
While the clothes were burning from him, the child screamed for assistance, but the family living upstairs not hearing him, the entire clothes had burned from him before outsiders were aware of the existence of the fire.
Dr. Gordon was at once called, but he believes the child has received injuries that will cause its death.
mother’s name is Mary Gillen; the child’s Charley Gillen.
DECATUR, Ill., Dec. 22.—Hon. M. G. Cameron died at his home in
Harristown, ten miles west of Decatur, on Saturday night last of pneumonia.
The death of his wife from the same disease took place about twenty-four
hours before his own. Both were buried today from the family residence,
impressive services being conducted by Rev. Mr. Goode.
DECATUR, ILL., December 24.—This morning about sunrise the body of Henry
White, a well-known painter of this city, was discovered near the Union
Depot frozen stiff. White had been drinking for several days, and it
is supposed that he fell in a state of intoxication and perished from cold.
He leaves a wife and one child.
Ill., December 24.—Julia Brown, daughter of S. Brown, the
well-known owner of the famous Hazlewood Farm in West Galena, committed
suicide this afternoon, by swallowing a dose of strychnine. The deceased
was suffering from mental aberration at the time, which was brought on by
severe neuralgia in the head. The tragic death of Miss Brown has
caused great excitement in the community. She was prominently known in
horticultural circles in the state, and was a lady of more than ordinary
Dec 1879, issue, identifies her as his stepsister named Mrs. Quigley.—Darrel
CLINTON, ILL., Dec. 26.—A little boy living near Weldon, this county, about
12 years old, met with a fatal accident this morning. He was learning to
skate and in the attempt fell and broke his neck.
Hooden, Dec. 29.—W. P. Brownlee, an old citizen, was killed today by Burrell Claunch. Both were farmers residing about eight miles northeast of this place. The particulars of the murder are not at hand, but it is learned that it was an old feud. Claunch was a hard citizen and considered by his neighbors for a number of years past as a desperate man. Deputy Sheriff Anderson and Marshal Shee have just left to make an arrest. Both parties are well known.
The Cairo Daily Argus
Monday, 8 Sep 1879:
died at his home in Jonesboro, yesterday, and his remains will be interred
with Masonic honors today.
Henry Brittain, the
colored man on Fourteenth Street, whose whitewasher sign has attracted the
attention of passersby for years, died last night, after two weeks’ illness,
brought on by congestive chills. The funeral takes place today.
Mr. James Meacham, residing at Center Station on the Mound City railway, about halfway between Mound City and Mounds Junction, was shot and instantly killed while asleep in his house last night, between 10 and 11 o’clock. At the present writing, the county coroner, Mr. James R. Drake, is holding an inquest over the body and making a thorough exmaination of the affair. The murdered man was shot from the back of the bed, the ball penetrating the top of his head and apparently producing death instantaneously. His wife was sleeping with him and was awakened by the report of the pistol, but she saw nobody in the room and heard nobody. It was so dark she could not have seen anybody in the room. The room is in the first story and fronts on the railroad. She says the door opening into the yard was left open, that they were in the habit of leaving it open at night. They kept a large ferocious dog, but he gave no alarm last night. The rest of the family, consisting of two little girls and a hired man, slept in the upper story. They saw and heard nothing more than Mrs. Meacham testifies to. It is a mysterious case.
Yesterday Coroner Drake held an inquest at Pulaski over the body of a colored boy named Sherman Conners, who was accidentally shot on Saturday by another colored boy named Richard Burnett, while hunting, about two miles from Pulaski Station. Verdict, accidental shooting.