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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 1879:
Overton was one of the most disreputable men in Elizabethtown, Ky. It was a common thing for him to whip those who offended him, and he prided himself on keeping all his promises of revenge. Craig was quite inoffensive man, but he somehow offended Overton who said, “I will kill him, just as sure as I live.” Overton repeated this threat publicly, and Craig was informed of it. Craig fully believed that it was made in earnest, and resolved to effectually protect himself by killing Overton. He armed himself with a gun and a knife, sought out the desperado, shot him through the heart and cut his throat. “There is general feeling of relief at Overton’s death,” the local newspaper said, and Craig has not been arrested.

Mr. Taylor, to whom sickness we referred yesterday, died yesterday morning, about nine o’clock. He was a man of whom quite everybody spoke well. For many years he had filled the position of head miller in the Cairo City Mills, and his employer bears willing testimony alike to his skill, industry, and integrity. We understand that the funeral rites will be solemnized today.

Saturday, 4 Jan 1879:
The body of Mrs. Balfrey’s child, buried upon the premises from which his home was recently burned, has been taken up and reburied in the “seven mile grave yard.”

Six or eight bodies still remain in the epidemic burying place, the body of John Stanton being the last one removed. Mr. Gerricke and Roberts, who have performed most of the work, are still in the city.


Sunday, 5 Jan 1879:
Among the bodies that remain in the epidemic burying place, beyond the levee, are those of young Houston Dickey, Mrs. Stoner, John Warren, and Mrs. Sherman, whose death is ascribed by her friends to her noble devotion to what she conceived to be her duty. These bodies will, most likely, be removed; but a few others will remain where they are, to rest as well perhaps as those removed; but necessarily suffer neglect—even the rude signs of their graves to be wiped out, and all knowledge of their exact whereabouts forgotten.

The funeral services of Mrs. H. McCarthy, deceased, will be held at St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, at half past one this p.m. Special funeral train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at two o’clock for Villa Ridge, where the remains will be interred. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.


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.
Respectfully submitted,
A. Fraser,
A. Black,
A. Comings, Com.


Tuesday, 7 Jan 1879:
New Orleans Times: The many friends of Capt. Thomas W. Shields, the popular agent of the Anchor Line at Cairo, will sympathize with him in the loss of his father, Gen. William Shields, who expired at 10:30 o’clock last night. The General was nearly seventy-two years of age, and until his recent illness assailed him was as hale and hearty a man as walked the streets of St. Louis.

Captain W. H. Coulter, for a period of eight or nine years the engineer in Galligher’s Cairo City Mills, died at his home in this city, on Sunday last, of diphtheria. He leaves a wife and four or five children, and a circle of friends that reaches even beyond the limits of the city, to mouth his sudden and untimely taking off. He was an honest, upright citizen, a good friend and neighbor, and a provident and affectionate husband and father.

There yet remain in the epidemic burial place outside the levee, twelve or fourteen bodies, and perhaps as many as a half dozen lying buried at other points. It is highly desirable that these bodies be removed and reburied at more distant points. We may not urge this as a sanitary measure, but the promptings of common humanity suggest that it be done. We do not know that the exposure of any of these remains next summer would work any injury to the health of the city, but we do know that if they are removed now, all possibility of future harm will be removed. Impelled by those considerations certain gentlemen of the city will circulate a subscription paper among our citizens today, to raise money to pay for the removal. A small contribution from every citizen able to contribute will provide the necessary money. Let us, then, all of us, give something, while the cold weather continues and the men are in the city who perform that kind of work. Whatever other signs of the pestilence remain among us, let not the grave of a single one of its victims, be one of them.

Wednesday, 8 Jan 1879:
The remains of Captain Coulter will be buried this afternoon. Funeral services over the body will be held in the Presbyterian church at half past one o’clock.

Captain Coulter, who died Sunday afternoon, left a family of a widow and seven children, instead of four or five, as stated yesterday. The widow is the eldest daughter of Mrs. Ann Redman.

(William W. Coulter married Martha A. Redman on 27 Oct 1857, in Gallatin Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

The gentleman who circulated a petition yesterday to raise money to pay for removing the 12 or 18 bodies remaining in the yellow fever burying place, had, at the hour of 5 o’clock in the afternoon, succeeded in raising a considerable portion of the amount required, and entertained no fears of complete success. The citizen’s spare dollar or half dollar could not be more judiciously expended.

Thursday, 9 Jan 1879:
We regret to hear of the death of little Maud, Lancaster’s interesting twin daughter. She died of disease supposed to be diphtheria, sometime Monday afternoon. The other twin and a little daughter about two years older are also sick, probably of the same illness. The afflicted parents have the heartiest sympathies of our people.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Maud Lancaster Aged 3 Yrs.—Darrel Dexter)

Ceremonies over the remains of Captain Coulter were held in the Presbyterian church yesterday afternoon, and at 3 o’clock the procession moved for the special train, standing at the foot of Eighth Street. The remains were followed by the family in carriages, the Delta City Fire Company, (of which deceased was a member) and a number of ladies and gentlemen, all on foot. The bell of the Rough and Ready Engine House was tolled while the procession was in motion.

The funeral services over the body of little Maud Lancaster, will be held at the residence of the parents on Twenty-eighth Street, at 2 o’clock this afternoon, the Rev. B. Y. George, officiating. The little girl was an interesting child of three years of age, and apparently the hardiest child of the family. Every parent in the city who has been called upon to mourn the loss of a child can, more fully than others, appreciate the grief of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster, and the gloom that has settled upon their home, since the light of the life of little Maud went out.

DIED.—On Tuesday night, Maud Lancaster, daughter of Charles and Sarah Lancaster, aged two years and nine months. The funeral will take place today. Services will be held at the residence of the parents on Twenty-eighth Street, between Commercial Avenue and Poplar, conducted by Rev. B. Y. George, at 2 o’clock, and the train will leave the foot of Twenty-eighth Street at 3 o’clock.

(Charles Lancaster married Sarah Hodge on 1 Feb 1865, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)


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.
William Gerricke
J. E. Parke

Friday, 10 Jan 1879:
Captain James H. McCord, who died at St. Louis, on Tuesday, and was buried on Wednesday afternoon, was the First United States steamboat inspector located at St. Louis, and held the office for sixteen years. The deceased was born at Pittsburg, learned the blacksmith trade there, and ran on the river for several years as steamboat engineer.

Funeral services over the body of little Maud Lancaster were held at the residence of the parents, on Twenty-eighth Street, at 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon, Rev. B. Y. George, of the Presbyterian church, officiating. A little after 3 o’clock the family accompanied by a large number of sympathizing friends, boarded a special train in waiting and accompanied the remains to the cemetery.

Saturday, 11 Jan 1879:
A child of Mr. and Mrs. Conant is said to be seriously ill of diphtheria.

Mr. Lancaster’s surviving twin daughter was so low yesterday afternoon that he had abandoned hopes of its recovery. It is suffering from the same disease that proved fatal to the child buried Thursday. It would prove an overwhelming affliction to Mr. and Mrs. L. should the present case, as is now feared, have a like termination.

Have we any Clarkes among us? Thirteen years ago a John C. Clarke, of Texas, died, and it was supposed without relatives. He made no will, and his immense estate, worth three millions of dollars, went to the State. Quite recently Clarkes who were nephews and cousins of old John, are multiplying at the rate of about a dozen a week; and the old man who was supposed to be without a relative in the world, turns out to have been a member of one of the largest families in the country. But three millions is a princely pile; and if any of our Cairo Clarkes can prove themselves of the J. C. Clarke tribe, a cool ten thousand is awaiting each of them, even though the successful claimants number a hundred.


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.

Resolved, That these resolutions be published and a copy be furnished to the widow.
James Bross, Vice President
Attest: Charles Cunningham, Sec.

Sunday,12 Jan 1879:
Messrs. Gerricke and Parks removed the bodies of John Warren, W. D. Hamlin, and Mrs. Annie Oakely’s child from the yellow fever burying place, yesterday afternoon, and reburied them in the Lotus, better known as the “Seven Mile graveyard.” The bodies of Houston Dickey and Samuel Nealey will be transferred to Beech Grove. This afternoon and the body of Mrs. Sherbian to Villa Ridge. The bodies of Coen, John Behohines and a party unknown, will be taken to the Seven Mile graveyard, tomorrow. This will leave but few bodies remaining.

Tuesday, 14 Jan 1879:
The funeral procession seen upon the streets Sunday was that of Amos Amouts, a colored man.

Wednesday, 15 Jan 1879:
Miss Ena Peters, a sixty-three year old maid, was found murdered at her home near Maxville, a mile or two from Terre Haute, in 1875. She was murdered for about thirty dollars, which she had in her possession. Justice has slumbered in the interim, but was avenged last Monday, by the arrest of Oliver Perry and Mrs. Caroline Trader for the murder. The husband of the Trader woman, who is now serving a life sentence in the penitentiary for murder, confessed the crime. This was undoubtedly one of the most atrocious murders ever committed. The old woman had been a mother to Perry, giving him food and shelter, and treating him in all respects as a son. The return he made was to seize the poor old creature, and break her neck across the footboard of the bed upon which she was lying.

We hear that Mr. Lancaster’s child is in a fair way to recover. The case is in the hands of the Rev. Dr. Duerschner, who is said to be treating it very successfully.

The case of Craig, under an indictment for murder, will be called today; but as Mrs. Brown, the leading witness for the prosecution is in Texas, an application will probably be made for a continuance. Upon a former trial of the case the jury failed to agree—a fact that will not operate to the prejudice of the defendant any.

Messrs. Gerricke and Parke finished the job of removing the yellow fever dead from the burial place beyond the Mississippi Levee yesterday. The last bodies removed were those of Mrs. Stoner and Clara Keno, both of which were reburied in Villa Ridge. Messrs. G. and P. desire to be informed if any bodies remain unmoved. They wish to make a “clean sweep” of the matter.

Thursday, 16 Jan 1879:
Mr. Lancaster’s fourth and youngest child was taken very ill of diphtheria, a day or two since, but has passed the crisis yesterday morning and will get well. The Rev. Mr. Duerschner says that Mrs. L.’s children are very strongly predisposed to that disease.

Leander Axley upon whose devoted head an aggregation of afflictions have fallen, during the past ten years, heavy enough to crush a half dozen men of ordinary endurance, is now suffering from an attack of pneumonia. He is said to be seriously ill. If this be true, his recuperative energies are too nearly exhausted to admit of recovery.

We mentioned the fact yesterday that Mr. Lancaster’s little girl, whose case had been pronounced quite hopeless, was recovering from her attack of diphtheria, under the treatment of the Rev. Mr. Duerschner. We were waited upon, yesterday, by the reverend gentleman, who assured us that he made no pretensions to skill as a physician, but that for many years, he had made diphtheria a special study. He at one time lived in a city where the disease frequently took the form of an epidemic, and he was moved by the suffering and death he was compelled to witness among the children, to search for a remedy. the search became a passion with him and at the end of two or three years his study and researches were crowned with success. He says the statement may strike the public as incredulous, but nevertheless it is true, that he has treated as many as three hundred cases, and never lost a single case. He can refer to numerous cures in Cairo, and is absolutely certain that he has a sure and infallible remedy. Not being a physician, he makes no charges for his services, and does not, therefore, invite patronage; but knowing himself in the possession of a “sure cure” he feels that he cannot withhold it from the suffering little ones in the families of his friends and neighbors. That everybody may secure mastery over the terrible disease, he will, in a short time, publish a pamphlet, giving the history of his discovery and exact directions so that any parents may employ the cure, without mistake or danger.

Friday, 17 Jan 1879:
We regret to learn that Louis, the eldest son of Judge Bross, is lying very low from an attack of malarial fever.
Sunday, 19 Jan 1879:
Mrs. W. H. Morris was called to Chicago night before last by a telegram announcing the dangerous illness of her husband. We truly hope matters are not as serious as represented.

Mr. Charley Lancaster has had more than a due allotment of domestic affliction. Four of his children were victims of the diphtheria, one of them dying, and finally his wife was taken down with the same dangerous ailment.


The following intelligence conveyed by the following telegrams, handed to us last night, by Dr. Dunning, will cause profound sorrow throughout our entire community.
Chicago, 17th inst., 4:35 o’clock, p.m.
Dr. C. W. Dunning:
Will Morris is dangerously ill, with pneumonia—situation very critical. He is at his brother’s. Will advise you of his condition tomorrow.
Jewett Wilcox
Chicago, 18th inst., 4:30 o’clock p.m.
Dr. C. W. Dunning:
Have just left Morris. No perceptible change. One lung entirely closed; breathes with difficulty through the other. Very low.
Jewett Wilcox

We regret to add that Dr. Dunning regards the recovery of Mr. Morris as an impossibility.

Tuesday, 21 Jan 1879:
Died, At her home, near Villa Ridge, January 15th, instant, of pneumonia, Mrs. Amanda M. Thomasson, wife of Mr. T. S. Thomasson, in the 37th year of her age.

It will be highly gratifying to the Cairo friends of the late Billy Morris to know that his remains are receiving all the respect and attention that could be bestowed upon them were they in the friends in Cairo. The following dispatch placed in our hands last night, indicates the disposition that is to be made of the body:
CHICAGO, January 20, 3 p.m.
Dr. C. W. Dunning:

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.
Jewett Wilcox.


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.
Mr. Morris was a man whom everybody respected, as well as for the qualities and virtues of his head as his heart. He was a gentleman of culture, who found his greatest happiness in the unostentatious walks of the citizen. He was the friend of everybody and everybody seemed to be his friend. An accountant of rare qualifications, he accepted a position as teller in the City Bank of Cairo about the year 1861 or 2, and afterward filled the same position in the First National Bank. After serving in that position a year or two, he became a partner in the widely known and popular insurance firm of Safford, Morris and Candee. shortly after accepting a partnership in this firm he was united in marriage to Miss Carrie Newcomb, of northern Illinois, who, with four of his children, survive to mourn the loss of one of the most self-sacrificing, devoted, and affectionate husbands and fathers that ever lived. Responding to a telegram announcing his serious illness, his wife hurried to Chicago, and was at his bedside when he died. His children, accompanied by Mr. Henry Candee, his partner in business, left for Chicago by the afternoon train yesterday, to be present at the last sad rites over the body of a father whom they loved as their own souls. The remains will probably be interred in the burying grounds of his father’s family, in the town of Wilmington, but in this respect, we do not claim to be advised. But wherever his body may be, of one thing we are certain that memory of the man, of all that endeared him to us as a citizen, as a companion and as a friend, will live in the hearts of the people of Cairo, as long as the faculty of memory itself shall endure. Mr. Morris was about forty years of age.

Wednesday, 22 Jan 1879:
Mr. Wilcox, brother of W. H. Wilcox, deceased, removed the body of his brother, yesterday, from the Seven Mile graveyard to Villa Ridge.

Mrs. Murdock, the mother of Mur___ ______ died of pneumonia on Sunday, _____ _____ _____ Villa Ridge Cemetery _____ following.

Messrs. Gerricke and Parker collected on subscription, toward paying for the removal of the yellow fever dead left on the temporary burying ground, after private contracts had been fulfilled, the sum of $90 or $95.

Thursday, 23 Jan 1879:
A stranger named Isaac Griffin, who claimed a residence in Mascoutah, Illinois, died at Bird’s Point, Missouri, a few days ago, and leaving no effects to pay for his burial, the employees of the I. M. R. R. at that point gave the body respectable burial at their own expense, which was a very charitable and humane proceedings.

There was a fearful rencounter between two colored men, Saturday night, in the vicinity of Dr. Wood’s farm. The names of the belligerents are given as Forrest Moore, and a colored man who recently came to that neighborhood, named Stephens. Angry words led to blows, and during the rustle Moore whipped out that terrible weapon in the hands of a desperate negro—a razor—and giving Stephens a terrible swipe across the bowels, inflicted a wound that is likely to prove fatal. Moore was arrested yesterday and confined in the county jail.


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.

Resolved, 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 papers.
G. M. Fry,
Claude Winters,
Charles A. Saup, Committee

Friday, 24 Jan 1879:
Maj. E. W. Halliday received a telegram from Capt. Ad. Storm, of Memphis, yesterday, announcing the death of Capt. W. D. Love. The deceased was formerly secretary of the St. Louis and Memphis packet company.

Mrs. W. H. Morris and children returned to their home, in this city, by the afternoon train, yesterday. The sadly bereaved family has the heartfelt sympathy of our entire population.

News reached us after dark, last night, that Mrs. H. P. Potter, of Mound City, had died during the afternoon. Mr. Potter, who was in Cairo, up to 12 o’clock noon, left at that hour, in response to a telegram announcing the fact that she was dying. If the later report proves to be true, Mr. Potter will command the earnest sympathies of our people as well as that of his immediate neighborhood.

Jerry Porter, a young man, resident of Milburn, Ky., is just now, an object of great solicitude. He left Cairo for home, five or six days ago, and as nothing has been heard from him since, his friends are indulging the most harassing fears as to the fate that has befallen him.

Perry Axley, a fifty-year resident of Pulaski County, was in Cairo yesterday, visiting his brother Leander, who is just recovering from a severe attack of pneumonia.


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.

Saturday, 25 Jan 1879:
Mrs. Fannie Potter, wife of Mr. H. F. Potter, who is publisher of the Cairo Argus and editor and publisher of the Weekly Argus Journal, died at her home in Mound City, Thursday, noon. Her remains were buried at Beech Grove Cemetery, yesterday forenoon, a large number of friends and acquaintances following them to the grave. We extend to Mr. Potter, as we are sure his friends everywhere do, an expression of sincere sympathy.

            (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 years.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 26 Jan 1879:
At the hour of 12 o’clock Friday, Mrs. Lattner, mother of Jacob, George, and Henry Lattner, died, as the lamented Morris did, while sitting in her chair. She was seventy-seven years of age, and had been suffering several days of pneumonia.

Mrs. Alexander Pollock, of Villa Ridge, died at her home, at half past eight o’clock yesterday morning of pneumonia. Mrs. Pollock had many friends in Cairo, who will be grieved on the receipt of the intelligence we communicate.

We regret to learn that Mr. Bill Beerwart is lying so low, in Evansville, that no hopes are entertained of his recovery. His wife received a telegram to that effect and immediately started for Evansville.

Mr. C. H. Crane writes us from Bell’s Depot, Tennessee, that a young “tramp” died at that point recently, of pneumonia. His name was not known to anyone there, but it had been ascertained, by some means, that deceased had a brother living in Cairo. The body was buried on Friday, and in the hope that the young man might be identified by his brother, who is said to be the only relative he had living. Mr. Crane addressed The Bulletin and we write this paragraph.

Tuesday, 28 Jan 1879:
The remains of Mrs. A. Pollock were buried in the Villa Ridge Cemetery on Sunday, the Rev. Mr. George, of this city, officiating. The crowd in attendance was very large—one of the largest turnouts, of the kind, ever seen in that locality.

Mr. R. P. Robbins was informed by telegraph Sunday, of the death of little Miss Camilla, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Capt. Hinde, of Evansville. Miss Camilla was about thirteen years of age, and a very bright and most lovable child.

Resolutions of Respect by the Vestry of the Church of the Redeemer.

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.
M. R. St. J. Dillon-Lee, Record
Miles Frederick Gilbert, Secretary
The committee appointed in pursuance of the above resolutions consists of Rector Dillon-Lee, Mr. John H. Jones, and Mrs. Miles Frederick Gilbert.

Wednesday, 29 Jan 1879:
New Orleans Times says: “We regret to hear of the death of our old friend, Capt. W. Dick Love, which occurred at Memphis, on last Wednesday. Capt. Love was an old steamboatman, and in the antebellum days was with Capts. Henry Smith and John A. Scudder, and since the war has occupied a responsible position in the Anchor Line wharfboat at St. Louis. In 1876, he came to New Orleans and purchased the iron hull of U. S. gunboat Kickapoo, and transferred her into the freight steamer Carondelet, to run between this city and St. Louis. She sunk on her first trip below St. Louis, and on her second trip to this point encountered a storm near Bonnett Carre Point, which wrecked her cabin and pilothouse. On her return to St. Louis she went into the marshal’s hands and was sold, by which Captain Love lost his all, and since then he has been a wreck of his former self, and now death relieves him of all his earthly troubles, and we hope he will find quietness and rest under the green sod. Peace be to his ashes.”

The funeral procession seen on our streets yesterday at noon, was that of Mr. Honnard, who died in the morning.

(The 30 Jan 1879, issue stated the notice should have read Mrs. Honnard.—Darrel Dexter)

The Widows and Orphans’ Aid Society has lost only fifteen members since its organization. Ten of the number died of yellow fever.

Thursday, 30 Jan 1879:
Charles Buckingham, at one time superintendent of the J. and E. Buckingham elevators of this city, died in Chicago, on Friday last.

By dropping of an s in yesterday’s Bulletin we buried Mr. instead of Mrs. Honnard.
Saturday, 1 Feb 1879:
Miss Kittie Morris, of Wilmington, sister of the late William H. Morris, is in the city, visiting her brother’s family.

The mourning flag of the Rough and Ready Fire Company was afloat yesterday evening on account of the death of Mr. William Beerwart, who, as we announce elsewhere, died during the day in Evansville, Indiana. Mr. Beerwart was, for many years, president of the Rough and Readies, and did more than any other man perhaps, in bringing the company up to its present state of efficiency. He was, also, at the time of his death, a member of the Cairo Casino, but did not, as many suppose he did, belong to the Odd Fellows.

Our fellow townsman, William T. Beerwart, who has been in Evansville several months, in the hope of regaining his healthy, finally became so low, his case so hopeless, that his physician decided that the only hope of saving his life resided in the success of a surgical operation. He was suffering from an abscess formed in the substance of the liver, and on Saturday of last week, he was subjected to the operation known among surgeons as aspiration. The operation was performed by Drs. Irwin and Lining. Fifty-four ounces or nearly three and a half pints, of pus were removed and although the ordeal was a dangerous one for a man in his terribly enfeebled condition, he passed it safely and the next day, although exceedingly weak, he felt much better. The doctor attending him expressed the belief that the chances were favorable to his recovery.

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.

Sunday, 2 Feb 1879:
In compliance with the request of Mayor Winter, the flags of different engine houses of the city were placed at half-mast yesterday, in respect to the memory of first assistance chief of the fire department, the late W. T. Beerwart.

The Morris memorial service in the Church of the Redeemer, this morning, will doubtless call out the largest audience that ever assembled in the building. The Knights Templar, the Cairo Lodge of A. F. and A. M., the K. of the M. K. of C., and the Delta City Fire Company, will all attend as distinct organizations. The Cairo Reform Club will attend as individuals, and the crowd of citizens will be immense. Mr. Morris was a gentleman of excellent social qualities, was of a genial, warm-hearted disposition, and had endeared himself to quite every man, woman and child of the city. We are apprehensive that the capacity of the building will be overtaxed.

For the Memorial services of W. H. Morris, deceased, the following order of services has been announced:
Anthem--”I Am the Resurrection and the Life”--by W. H. Troyte.
Burial Chant--”Lord let me know my end”--by Felton.
Lesson--1st Cor. 15: v20
Chant--”Man that is born of a Woman,”--by Darley.
Anthem--”I Heard a Voice,”--by Walker.
Ante Communion
Hymn—”Lead Kindly Light”
Anthem--”God of the Fatherless.”
Holy Communion


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.)

Tuesday, 4 Feb 1879:
Mrs. Wood Beckwith, living behind Wolf Island, and an old resident of that portion of Missouri, departed this life last Saturday morning.


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.
George E. O’Hara
Fred Smith
Adolph Swoboda, Committee

Friday, 7 Feb 1879:
Mrs. Finch died at her home in the upper part of the city, yesterday of accumulated infirmities, in the 60th year of her age. She leaves surviving her, her sons, James, William, Philip, Absalom, and her daughters, Mrs. Dr. Mann and Miss Missouri.

A strange rumor was abroad, yesterday concerning the late William T. Beerwart. It was to the effect that, to all appearances, he died on Friday. The fact was telegraphed to Cairo, and in due time his friends commenced preparing his body for the coffin. While washing him he exhibited signs of life, and finally actually regained consciousness. In this condition he continued until Monday, when he died in reality. It is insisted upon as a fact that while the flags of our engine houses were floating as a token of respect to his memory, he was living, breathing human being. In other words, he recovered from his trance, or state of lethargy, and survived a period of fifty-four hours. As such things are not of rare occurrences, it is by no means impossible that the rumor has fact for its foundation.

We hear it stated that one of the patients of the Marine Hospital was subjected to a very severe and dangerous surgical operation. He had been a deck hand, and while at work, some weeks or months ago, a box from the top of the pile fell and striking him in the breast, fractured his sternum and inflicted injuries from which it was thought impossible for him to recover. The only hope was hinged with the successful removal of the injured portion of the sternum. Regarding death as inevitable almost in any event, the patient was anxious that the operation should be performed. The fractured bone was removed in a scientific manner, and had the man possessed average recuperative powers he would have recovered. But his vitality being at a low ebb, he lingered only until Tuesday when he died. The name of the physician who performed the operation has not been furnished to us.

Tuesday, 11 Feb 1879:
An elderly woman, dressed in black, was about the city, yesterday, begging money to pay her way to Grenada, Mississippi. She says her name is Henry, that she lost her little girl of yellow fever, and subsequently her husband, who took the disease while giving his professional services to the sick and dying, that could be found in nearly every family of that city. When the disease was doing its most deadly work, Mrs. Henry came to Cairo, where, with the exception of two weeks, which she spent at Anna, she has resided ever since. She says that someone has kindly provided for her passage home; but she wants to raise money to pay incidental expenses. Contemplating the fact, that this lady came direct to this city from the most dreadfully infected and afflicted point in the whole South, and the further fact that what this lady did, almost anybody else could have done, it is not to be wondered at that the epidemic reached Cairo.

Wednesday, 12 Feb 1879:
The application of Mr. Parke for partial compensation for removal of yellow fever dead, was refused, it being alleged that Mr. P. had already been sufficiently remunerated for that service by privates.

Alderman Wright for the Committee on Police, Jail and Fire Departments, reported the resolutions as a tribute to the memory of the late W. T. Beerwart, to wit:

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.

Thursday, 13 Feb 1879:

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).

Mrs. Capt. Rea died at her home in Mound City, Tuesday night, after a protracted illness.

Saturday, 15 Feb 1879:
A strange man was drowned near the mouth of the Cache, yesterday, by the capsizing of a skiff. For further particulars see our river column

Yesterday between nine and ten o’clock, p.m. a skiff containing two men, when near the mouth of Cache River, was capsized and one of the men drowned. The body was not recovered. The man who succeeded in reaching the shore, made his way to Mound City, where he was provided with an outfit of dry clothing. Both men were strangers in this part of the country and were on their way down the Mississippi River.
‘Squire Osborn, of this city, has just been advised of the death of his niece, Miss Ellen Moort, of Lowell, Massachusetts. Death ensued from the removal of an ovarian tumor. The surgeons pronounced the operation “eminently successful,” but it resulted as nine out of ten of such “successful” operations always do result—in the death of the patient. Miss Moort survived the operation nine days, and then died.

John H. Moyer, an old citizen of Jonesboro, has suffered long and severely from a cancer, that first developed itself at the base of his jaw. So much of his neck and face is now involved that his death is likely to occur at any time. Then ten thousand “certain cures” have all been tried, and with no good results. He has now abandoned all hopes of recovery, and with great calmness and resignation awaits the end.

Wednesday, 19 Feb 1879:
The steamer, L. C. McCormock, while making the trip from Marietta to Zanesville on the Muskingum River last Saturday morning, exploded her boilers, killing her fireman, Mike Havermeyer, and badly scalding six other persons.

Friday, 21 Feb 1879:
The Fisk negro who was accidentally shot during the fracas on the Scudder by Jim Turner, is said to be lying in a very dangerous condition, nearly all the chances being against his recovery. If he should die, so much the worse for Jim Turner, who is now lying in our county jail awaiting the action of the grand jury.

Saturday, 22 Feb 1879:
Tom Ward, into whose body Jim Turner fired a pistol ball, while trying to do mischief to Wash Steele, is probably dead. By the last Paducah News we learn that Ward’s physician had declared his recovery an impossibility and gave it as his opinion that he might die at any moment. As Turner was in the commission of an unlawful act at the time he wounded Ward, he must take all the consequences of the act, which will be about the same as they would have been had he hit the mark at which he aimed. We have not conversed with Cunningham about the matter, but we take it that we have correctly laid down the law.

(The 26 Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Jerry Ward.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 25 Feb 1879:
We regret to learn, as we did yesterday evening, that Mr. William M. Atherton, of Unity, is lying so low of an attack of pneumonia, that no hopes are entertained of his recovery. Mr. Atherton was born and raised in Alexander County, is largely connected with the industrial and agricultural interests of the county, and is well known and highly esteemed by nearly every resident of the county outside of Cairo.

A German laborer named Jacob Scheppz, sickened last week and on Tuesday evening he died. he had been defendant upon occasional jobs in and about the elevator, for his means of subsistence, and was entirely destitute when taken sick. Nobody felt any particular interest in the poor fellow, and the surviving members of the family failed, for some reason, to make their extreme destitution known. As a consequence, the dead body remained uncared for from Tuesday until Thursday—two full days. This fact coming to the ears of one of the neighbors, he applied to the overseer of the poor for help to bury the body. The overseer promptly responded to this appeal, with the—facetious suggestion that they “tie a rope around the dead man’s neck and fling him into the Ohio.” Finding that neither the county nor the city would take care of the body, the neighbors provided a rough coffin, and taking the body beyond the levee, put it under the ground. Scheppz was not a pauper, in the eyes of the law, but he left his family utterly destitute. It seems to us that our system of county charities should be so enlarged as to cover cases of this character. Had the overseer ordered the burial of the body at the county’s expense, he would have overstepped the limits of his authority, but he certainly would have been guilty of no excess had he turned away the applicant with a humane answer. The feelings of the living can be wounded through their dead more readily and acutely than in any other manner. In this case we happen to know that a “soft answer” would have turned away a great deal of wrath—not of the demonstrative kind, but the rankling wrath that grows stronger as it grows older.

Wednesday, 26 Feb 1879:
Jerry Ward, a negro who was shot by Jim Turner, on the steamer Scudder, about a week ago, was still alive at noon, on Monday, but was, to use the blasphemous language of Paducah, “booked for the blue beyond.”

(The 22 Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Tom Ward.—Darrel Dexter)

Aunt Judah Atherton, of Unity, perhaps the oldest living resident of Alexander County, is said to be lying dangerously ill of pneumonia. She is the mother of W. M. Atherton, to whose death we make reference in another column.

Alexander Allen, better known in Cairo as Eck Billingsby, died in Dexter City, Missouri, on Monday last, quite suddenly. He was in Cairo last week, bought a photographer’s outfit, took lessons in photography, and returned to Dexter with the view of setting up in the business of picture taking. We did not learn the nature of his ailment.

(The 8 Mar 1879, issue reported his name as Alexander Allen, alias Ex Billingsley.—Darrel Dexter)

More men and women have died of pneumonia in Alexander County, during the past three months, than died in Cairo during the four months of yellow fever. We may go further, and say that the percent of recoveries from the attacks of pneumonia is not greater than that of the yellow fever. Yet upon the advent of the one among us, great alarm is ensued, and three or four hundred persons fled the country. The presence of the other—equally fatal, doesn’t excite the slightest ripple of excitement—is spoken of when a death occurs, but scarcely ever, otherwise.

Marshal Arter received a telegram from Charleston, yesterday, that the authorities there had a man under arrest who fully answered the description of the negro who murdered Zimmerman, at Mounds Junction, a year or more ago. The marshal went over, but with no lively expectations of finding the right man. He says that he has expended over $70 of his own money in a fruitless search for the murderer already, and is inclined to “call a halt” on such outlays. He expected to return to Cairo by the 4 o’clock train this morning.

While the Mary Houston was lying at our landing the other day, a breathless messenger arrived at police headquarters and announced that the mate and a negro deck hand had had a fight, the mate had shot and killed the negro, and he thought it likely that the negro had killed the mate. A couple of officers hastened to the wharf, and finding no dead bodies lying around, extended proper inquiries. In due time they were informed that a passenger, unwilling to leave his loaded shot gun in the cabin, had stepped to the outer guard and emptied both barrels into the river. And upon this foundation was the startling story fabricated.

It is with feelings of more than ordinary regret that we record the death of W. M. Atherton, of Unity. On Sunday last we made mention of his serious illness, and expressed the fears indulged by his friends that he would not recover. He died Tuesday evening, having been sick but a few days. His loss will be seriously felt, especially in the neighborhood where he lived. He was an enterprising and successful businessman, largely engaged in farming, in saw milling and to some extent in merchandising. He gave employment to a large number of laborers, teamsters and others, and enjoyed the reputation of paying his men well, and always at the time promised. If we except the McClures, it is probable that no man outside of Cairo employed more men than Mr. Atherton, or did more to build up the productive and industrial interests of the county. He died of pneumonia.

Thursday, 27 Feb 1879:
The body of Alender Allen, alias Eck Billingsby, was brought from Dexter City, Mo., yesterday, and conveyed to Shiloh burying ground, in Pulaski County, where it was buried in the section allotted to the family.

(The 8 Mar 1879, issue reported his name as Alexander Allen, alias Ex Billingsley.—Darrel Dexter

Friday, 28 Feb 1879:
The infant child of Mr. and Mrs. James Mason died late Wednesday night of a throat disease, believed to be diphtheria or membranous croup. The sudden and extreme changes of temperature this winter, impose upon parents the duty of keeping a constant watch upon their little ones. Clothing must be adjusted to suit the weather, and a constant precaution exercised against colds.

Mr. F. D. Rexford’s sister, Susan, died in Blue Island, on Monday night last, of consumption.,

A negro man named William Johnson, a resident of Twentieth Street had been sick of consumption for several weeks, and was considered quite low, but no immediate danger was anticipated. During Wednesday night he called to his wife to get him something, and she not responding at once, Johnson clambered out of bed to make inquiry into the cause of the delay. He had made but a few steps on the floor when his wife heard him fall, and hastening to him, she found him dead. He had been stricken down in an instant by heart disease, as is supposed. The neighbors were advised of the sad occurrence, and gathering in, replaced the body on the bed and yesterday morning it was in readiness for burial.

Saturday, 1 Mar 1879:
Seth Howell, a railroad passenger agent, and well known in maritime circles, was shot and killed by A. T. Wimberly, in a street fight at New Orleans Mardi Gras day. Ed. Howell, brother of the murdered man, then shot and mortally wounded the murderer of his brother. Ed. Howell is well known to many in Cairo, having acted as clerk in the old Delmonico Hotel, when Harry Walker was the proprietor of the house.

Mrs. Judah Atherton, of Unity, was still alive, yesterday morning, but her recovery was deemed as impossibility. She is suffering from an attack of pneumonia.

We learn that Decatur Atherton is very ill and that the chances are strongly against his recovery. He has been sick two weeks or longer.

Mrs. V. Reiser, who had been a long and patient sufferer from dropsy of the chest, we hear, died yesterday at 10 o’clock a.m.

Sunday, 2 Mar 1879:
FUNERAL NOTICE.—The funeral of Mrs. Phillippine Reisser, who died Friday morning at 10 o’clock, February 28th, at her residence on corner Twelfth and Washington Avenue, will take place Sunday afternoon. The funeral will start from residence at 1:45, to St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, and a special train will leave Eighth and Levee at 3 o’clock. All friends are invited to attend.

The funeral of Rev. J. H. Scott, deceased, which took place in Metropolis, on Friday last, was attended by an immense concourse of citizens, as many as three hundred being unable to gain admission to the church. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Mr. Benton, of Golconda, assisted by Rev. B. Y. George, of Cairo.

Mr. William Wetzel, at one time proprietor of the Grand Central Hotel of this city, is lying very low, at Vienna, of inflammation of the bowels. It is feared he will not recover.

Tuesday, 4 Mar 1879:
Mrs. Reiser’s remains were conveyed to Villa Ridge for burial, on Sunday. A large number of friends, and acquaintances of the family accompanied the body to the cemetery, a special train conveying them thither.

Thursday, 6 Mar 1879:
Our Thebes correspondent speaks of the finding of a dead body of a woman who had, three or four weeks before, been discharged form the poor farm. We infer from our correspondent’s statement that the body has lain in the spot where it was found, about three weeks. It is supposed that the aimless, abandoned creature died of heart disease.

‘Squire Thompson found a woman lying dead in his wheat field, last Friday afternoon. It was the body of Mrs. Morrison alias Brewster, who had been an inmate of the poor house, and, as she was able-bodied, was discharged about four weeks ago. She tried at several places to get a home, but because of her disagreeable and meddlesome disposition, it seems that she could not get a situation anywhere in this vicinity. She claimed to have had a son living in Union County, but would not go to him. The last that was seen of her in life, was about three weeks since. She was directed to go to Mr. Thompson, where it was supposed she had started, when she came to her untimely end. The cause of her death was undoubtedly from disease of the heart, or an apoplectic stroke. Be that as it may, it must have been very sudden, as there were not traces of any struggling where she was lying. Poor, mistaken, forlorn woman! While she bore a disreputable character, we must not forget that “To err is human, to forgive divine.”

(The 13 Mar 1879, issue reported the woman’s correct name was Annie Murry.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 7 Mar 1879:
We were not aware, until reminded of the fact, that yesterday’s Bulletin made no mention of the fact of the death of Theodore Carrigan. We wrote a notice of the sad occurrence, but as it did not appear in the paper, we presume, it never reached the hands of the printers. Mr. Carrigan died of consumption, and had been confined to his bed for several months. The telegraphs of Chicago took the body in charge, gave it decent sepulture, and raised about $200 to assist the widow, who, because of her husband’s protracted sickness, was in very straightened circumstances. Theodore was a noble-minded, generous-hearted, young man, and none knew him but to respect him.

A female named Laura Wallums, reached Cairo, Wednesday evening, having walked all the way from Carmi. Finding no other lodgings, she passed the night at police headquarters. She disappeared about daylight, but whither she has gone nobody seems to know. She was travel worn and dispirited, and may have ended her miseries by a plunge in the Ohio.

A Deserved Tribute to His Memory by the Editor of the Now and Then.

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.”

Saturday, 8 Mar 1879:
The death of Alexander Allen, alias Ex Billingsley, seems to have been very sudden. From the Dexter Messenger we learn that he was taken sick about 4 o’clock Tuesday afternoon, with what was supposed to be an attack of ague. Parties who dropped in to see him all concluded that it was merely a common chill, and consequently left him entirely in care of his sister. About 11 o’clock at night a neighbor dropped in who at once concluded that the patient ought to have help. At the suggestion of the sister a physician was called in, who at once decided that it was a congestive chill, and the sufferer, even then, was beyond the reach of medical skill. At 7 o’clock next morning, after a sickness of only fifteen hours, Eck breathed his last. He had but recently bought a photographer’s outfit, and was making preparations to set up in that business. He was about 27 years of age, and the Messenger speaks of him as follows: “Though he had been here but a short time, he had by his gentlemanly deportment and many noble traits, made many warm friends, who now deplore his untimely end.”

(The 26 Feb 1879, issue gave his name as Alexander Allen, better known in Cairo as Eck Billingsby.—Darrel Dexter)

 Tuesday, 11 Mar 1879:
Mrs. Gossett, sister of Mrs. Capt. McKenney, of this city, died at her home, in Champaign, on Sunday last. Her husband is freight conductor on the Illinois Central, between Chicago and Centralia.

The less intelligent class of negroes seem to have a ravenous appetite for tales of horror, and in the creation of proper food for appetite the many are adept and the few sluggards. Hence it is always sage to receive reports that come from such sources with many degrees allowance.

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.
Thursday, 13 Mar 1879:
A Further Statement in Relation to the Dead Body Recently Found in the Vicinity of Thebes.

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.”

Mr. Editor—By publishing the above statement you will do justice to the jurors, and oblige,
Yours Truly, Severe Marchildon
Thebes, Illinois, March 10, 1879

Friday, 14 Mar 1879:
If the suggestion made some time ago, to refill the graves of the yellow fever dead who were removed last winter, has not already been acted upon, that work should be performed at once. The man who removed the bodies should have refilled the graves, but as they did not do so, our city authorities should order it done. As we have had no severely cold weather since the last bodies were removed, no one can tell what dangers may be lying dormant in the rubbish and debris that surrounded and covered the bodies. But, danger or no danger, the open graves are unsightly things and ought to be filled.
Sunday, 16 Mar 1879:
The yellow fever graves, left open by the chaps who removed the bodies, have been refilled, under the direction of Health Officer Wooten.  If there are any remaining unfilled, he was unable to find them.

Tuesday, 18 Mar 1879:
Little Ida, youngest daughter of Squire Thomas Martain, of Goose Island, met with a mishap, Saturday, that caused her death on Sunday.  The little girl accompanied her father to the orchard, and Mr. Martain, noticing a patch of dry grass, applied a match to it, and then proceeded to his work of pruning his fruit trees.  He had had pursued this work but a short time when he heard the scream of his child, and looking around saw her enveloped in flames.  Her clothing had taken fire from the burning grass, and before he could reach her, her clothing had burned from her body and fairly cooked her limbs on a portion of her body.  The little creature suffered indescribable agonies for about 24 hours when death kindly came to its relief.  The child was about five years old.

Wednesday, 19 Mar 1879:
A cooper named Barney Youch is lying very low of pneumonia.  The chances are greatly against his recovery.
Jim Wilson, a good-sized “chunk of a lad,” residing with his father a few miles beyond the city limits, died night before last, in a manner that has begotten suspicions that he was poisoned.  These suspicions soon assumed a form that seemed to warrant the arrest of a man, who has been skulking about the neighborhood, named Harry Deweese.  He is probably 45 or 50 years of age, but for what proofs of his guilt have been secured, we are not able to state.  He was arrested yesterday and confined in the county jail.  A gentleman who saw him says that he is an accurate fit of the description of a horse thief that was wanted some time ago in Johnson and Massac counties.  The coroner went out yesterday evening to survey the corpse, etc.  We did not learn the result.
The many friends of Ben Silver will learn of that gentleman’s death with feelings of genuine sorrow.  He was here during the war, with his brother Sol., and will be remembered by quite all our citizens whose residence dates back to that time.  He died in the city of New York on Thursday last, of heart disease.
A white man named John Holland, one of the dirtiest, most forlorn, emaciated and pitiable looking objects we have seen in many days, has, for several days past, made his headquarters in or about the round house.  He claims that he is a river man, but holding no certificate to that effect, he cannot, of course, gain admission into the hospital, and his revolting appearance effectually excludes him from the homes of our charitable people, some of whom, might, were he in a presentable condition, give him temporary shelter.  John Holland is, therefore, in a sad straight.

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.

Friday, 21 Mar 1879:
Died.—of gastric fever, Florence Isabell Marean, Wednesday night, the 19th instant, at 15 minutes before 12 o’clock, aged nineteen months and nineteen days.
Dr. Marean’s little girl’s remains will be buried at Beech Grove Cemetery tomorrow afternoon.  The family and friends will go out in carriages, if the weather is propitious, leaving the house at one o’clock.
We regret to be called upon to chronicle the death of Dr. Marean’s infant child.  Florence, who died about midnight Wednesday night.  The little creature had suffered long and severely, and although its loss is keenly felt and deeply mourned by the father and mother, death to the little thing was no doubt a welcomed deliverance.
Mrs. William O’Callahan died at her home in this city, about 12 o’clock yesterday, after a protracted illness.  Mr. O’Callahan has the hearty sympathy and condolence of our people, and especially of those friends who fully realize the magnitude of his loss.
Our correspondent “Mrs. Snobs” does not abandon her first conclusion respecting the manner of the death in a wheat field, near Thebes, but supports them quite spiritedly.  We should much prefer to accept Mrs. Snobs’ version of the matter, as it shields our people (who are as liberal and generous hearted as any in the world) from reproach of permitting a woman to die of exposure and starvation in a land of plenty.  The jury’s verdict was doubtless warranted by the facts that were placed in its possession, but it seems safe to infer that our correspondent was in possession of facts that did not reach the jury.  And now, both sides having “vindicated” themselves, we are entirely willing to let the subject drop.

Saturday, 22 Mar 1879:
The latest death at the marine hospital of this city was that of John R. Gillam, which occurred on Wednesday last.
The funeral rites over the remains of Mrs. William O’Callahan will be held today.  The body will be removed from the house, at the corner of Fourth and Commercial, at 8:30 o’clock this morning, and conveyed to St. Patrick’s Church, where appropriate services will be held at half past 2 o’clock, the cortege will leave the church for the special train, which will carry the remains to Villa Ridge, where they will be interred.  The friends of the family are respectively invited to attend.
Mrs. John Bourgeois, who died of puerperal fever, was buried in the Seven-Mile graveyard Thursday.  A large number of friends were present—the funeral procession containing no less than fourteen wagons.


Died, yesterday morning at half past twelve o’clock, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Parks, aged eight months.
Our readers will readily call to mind the shooting scrape at our landing during which a colored man named Jerry Ward, received a bullet in his breast that was intended for another man.  Ward was conveyed to his home in Paducah, and was so seriously wounded that his physicians gave it out that he could survive only a few days, but Ward was possessed with more vitality than anybody supposed.  To the surprise of the whole medical faculty the fellow survived until days had res____ themselves into weeks, and he was still alive.  But on Wednesday last, after thirty or forty days acute suffering, he died.  He was a colored Mason, and was well cared for the while, and his body was put away after the manner of that order.

Sunday, 23 Mar 1879:
The funeral services of Mrs. William O’Callahan were attended by a very large concourse of people, and four coach loads of friends of the family accompanied the remains to Villa Ridge, where they were interred in the Calvary Cemetery.
The remains of Dr. Marean’s little girl were conveyed to Beech Grove Cemetery, yesterday afternoon, the carriages containing the body and the friends of the family, leaving the doctor’s residence about two o’clock.  The impressive funeral service of the Episcopal church was ready by Rector Dillon-Lee, of the Church of the Redeemer.

Tuesday, 25 Mar 1879:
Glass, the murderer, is the chap whom John Gladney slung heels over head a few days ago, for insisting upon a bout at fisticuffs with him.  If Gladney had prosecuted him for resisting an officer, he would now be serving a ten days’ term in the calaboose and not be lying in jail awaiting trial for murder.
Ben Hickman, well known in Pulaski County, died at Caledonia, on Thursday last.
Carter Newman Killed by Charlie Glass—A Chopping Axe, the Deadly Instrument—The Victim’s Skull Crushed to a Pumice and His Brains Scattered about the Room—The Diabolical Work of a Jealous Negro—Full Particulars.

On the 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

The 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.
however, as the carryings-on under the roof of the “Hole-in -the-Wall” hitherto have been, it was reserved for last Sunday to cap sheaf the infamy of the place by a most
About 1 o’clock we met Sheriff Hodges in the vicinity of the courthouse, and with the remark, “You’ll have occasion for an extra Bulletin in the morning,” he placed in our hands an ordinary chopping axe, the poll of which was thickly

In 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
and as many as five or six of them smoking the foulest tobacco pipes that ever offended decent human nostrils.  Gaining the middle of this room, we stood facing the door communicating with the room in which the murder had been committed.  The room was so compactly jammed with men and women, black and white, that we hesitated to enter, lest there should be a “letting go” of the old timbers that supported the floor, and a sudden disastrous “letting down” of the surging mass that filled it.  Finally, summoning the required strength of will and stomach, we squeezed our way to the bed, around which a circle of men and women were tightly wedged, and there, straightened out upon the outer covering of the bed was the bloody body of the negro man, Carter Newman, who had been
less than two hours before.

Putting 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
the insults and disgrace that had, that day, been put upon him.  These threats were supposed to be the vaporings of an angry man, and recollections of them scarcely survived their utterance.

About 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 axe had
and buried itself, midway the eye, in his brain.  With such terrible force was the blow given that the victim’s
and reached the ceiling, a height of seven or eight feet.  It is not thought that more than one blow took effect, but that blow did terrible execution. The back skull was crushed in and broken into a hundred fragments—portions of it were driven to a depth of two inches into the brain, and other fragments were drawn out with the axe, and dropped upon the bedding.  We have rarely, indeed, looked upon a more
than that which was left in the “Hole-in-the-Wall,” on Sunday last, as the result of Charley Glass’ murderous work.

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 raised to
and the crown swelling rapidly, and the exasperation of the blacks increasing, it looked very much as if the bloody-handed monster would be made to suffer the penalty of his crime, without the intervention of judge or jury.  The cry of “hang him” had grown furious, when Patsy Lally reached the ground and Glass, fearing the growing fury of the crowd, placed himself under Lally’s protection.  Lally, soon comprehending the situation, concluded to resort to a little strategy, as well to keep the infuriated blacks from
as to inveigle him to the courthouse, where he could turn him over to the jailer.  In pursuance of this idea, and to keep his man out of the hands of the howling mob, Lally drew his revolver, declared that Glass had surrendered himself into his care, and he would then and there
who touched him.  This threat had the effect of keeping the crowd at bay, and Glass needed but little assurance that if he didn’t stick close by him, Lally, that the negroes would certainly
as they had threatened to do.  In this way, and by satisfying his prisoner that once in the hands of the Sheriff the mob could not molest him, Lally succeeded in getting his charge into the custody of Sheriff Hodges who will see to it that, whenever the proper parties want him, he will be forthcoming.  For the part Lally played in the frightful drama, he deserves much credit.  But for his coolness, strategy and bravery the damaging story of
would have been added to the story of the murder and to the scores of other stories that have served to give our city an ugly name.

Carter 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!”

Sarah 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.
Dr. C. W. Dunning testified that the wound on the head of deceased was undoubtedly the cause of death, and that it might have been inflicted with an axe.

Upon 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
Viewing the matter in the most charitable light we can, we are forced to coincide with the opinion of the jury:  It was a foul, fiendish, deliberate murder!

Wednesday, 26 Mar 1879:
Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Marean desire us to convey an expression of their profound gratitude to the people of Cairo who manifested such deep sympathy with them, and rendered such self-sacrificing assistance during the painful and protracted sickness of their little girl, and during the progress of the sad rites of sepulture.  The kindness, aid, and many expressions of condolence go far toward softening the keenness of their affliction, are warmly appreciated and will be most gratefully remembered.
We were informed yesterday, by a colored man who claimed to know, that Mrs. Newman, the mother of the colored man who was murdered Sunday, was, at the time, in the upper portion of the city, lying very sick of pneumonia, and that the story of her son’s death so worked upon her that she died about daylight yesterday morning.
The body of the murdered negro was buried Monday afternoon, quite a crowd following the remains to the cemetery.
Mrs. Spencer Martin, a colored resident of the Fifth Ward, died yesterday after a protracted illness.

Friday, 28 Mar 1879:
Thomas Ross, who killed Charlie Johnson, sometime ago, and escaped the country, has finally come to grief.  The Sheriff received information as to his whereabouts, and was expected to arrive in the city with his prisoner, yesterday afternoon.
The infant and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Tim Coyle, died yesterday morning of bronchitis.
At the next term of the Alexander Circuit Court, three men will be put upon trial for their lives.  Ross, who killed Johnson, captured yesterday; Glass, who knocked Newman in the head with an axe, and (we believe) Turner, the negro who killed “the wrong man.”  It looks very much as if Mr. Hodges was elected to act as master of ceremonies in a hanging scrape or two, as well as to play collector, etc.  It is not a position he is hankering after, but he will not shrink from the duty when it becomes a duty.
Accepting as the true details of the killing of Charlie Johnson by Thomas Ross, as given by the Argus, the matter can be viewed in no other light than that of a cold-blooded murder.  It seems that Ross and Johnson (both of whom are colored men) met at Hodges Park on the 16th instant.  Ross had a shotgun in his hand, and with much calmness he told Johnson that he was going to kill him.  He declared that he didn’t like to take life, but he had been told to do it and intended to do it.   Meanwhile Ross was pouring buckshot into this gun, which had been previously loaded with squirrel shot.  Johnson thinking that Ross was merely talking “for talk’s sake,” walked off.  He had taken but a few steps, however, when Ross took aim at him and fired.  The whole charge of buckshot struck Johnson in the back, some of them passing entirely through his body.  Johnson was conveyed to his home in Pulaski County, where at the end of five days he died.  If there was any cause for the killing it must be found in the fact that Johnson’s wife left him and took up with Ross, and it is not unlikely that the woman is the party who told Ross that Johnson must be killed.

Saturday, 29 Mar 1879:
Frank Whaney, the sick man whom the fisherman Sheppard took in charge, on Thursday, was, yesterday, admitted into St. Mary’s hospital.  It is thought that his brother will pay the expense incurred.  Whaney is suffering from an attack of typhoid pneumonia, one of the most fatal ailments that afflicts humanity.
Mr. Field, who lives near Fulton, Kentucky, had in is employ until recently, a large, lusty negro man, about thirty years of age.  Last Sunday a week ago, Mrs. Field sent her little twelve-year-old girl to the stable for eggs.  When the little creature had succeeded in reaching the loft, the negro man followed her and outraged her person.  He then threatened the child with a most terrible death if she told on him, and influenced by these threats the child kept the dreadful secret until the injuries received by her became unendurable, and told the story for her.  She then named the negro man as her ravisher.  The father and brother being near at hand, and the latter arming himself with a shotgun, both started in pursuit.  They had reached a point of hundred feet distant from where the black monster was at work, when he, suspecting the truth, attempted to escape.  The brother fired upon him and so disabled him that he was easily captured.  He was then conveyed to a neighbor’s house for safekeeping, but the news of the outrage soon got abroad and before bedtime a crowd of fifty men had gathered determined to wreak summary vengeance.  The negro was seized, hurried off into the woods where he was swung up to the limb of a tree, and his body fairly riddled with bullets.  The account of the affair given by the Paducah News, corroborates the foregoing statement, in so far as the leading particulars are concerned. and adds that the body was afterwards taken down and sunk in the Ohio River.  Mob violence is to be strongly deprecated, as a general rule, but in cases like that just recited, no other kind of law seems to mete out the proper punishment.  The man, black or white, who ravishes a child, deserves to die without the intervention of judge, jury, or clergy.

Sunday, 30 Mar 1879:
It is said that the superstitious people who occupied the building known as the “Hole-in-the-Wall” have all vacated the premises—lest the murderer committed there last Sunday bring the wrath of God upon the premises.
The funeral procession that drove out of the city in the direction of the Cemetery of the Lotus, yesterday morning, was that of Albert Payne, a colored man, who for many months previous to his death was employed in and about the Cairo depot, of the Cairo and Vincennes Railroad.
Capt. James M. Norton, at one time master of the steamer Nelly Thomas, and well known in Cairo, died in Columbus, Friday.  It is alleged that his death was hastened by a habit to which many of the best-hearted and brightest-minded men are given.
 Thursday, 3 Apr 1879:
Mrs. George W. Higgins, of Olmstead, died on Tuesday last, of pulmonary consumption.

Friday, 4 Apr 1879:
Frank Wheany, the sick stranger, who first found lodging in the police headquarters and finally secured admission into St. Mary’s Hospital, died, yesterday, his ailment having resolved itself into an undoubted case of pneumonia.  The brother, who lives in northern Illinois, had not, at the time of Frank’s death, made his appearance.
The deputy sheriff informs us that he is greatly annoyed by visitors who insist upon seeing Glass, the murderer of Newman.  The greater number of these are moved solely by curiosity—the few being his friends and relatives.  Certain days are set apart for prisoners to see their friends under the eye of an officer, viz:  Tuesdays and Saturdays, and it is expecting entirely too much to expect the jailer to open the doors to all who come.  He will, therefore, except under extraordinary circumstances, restrict the visitors to the days named.  Persons who come at any other time are very apt to be denied admittance.  Packages of clothing or other unobjectionable material for the prisoners can be left in the hands of the jailor and will be duly delivered. 
Sunday, 6 Apr 1879:
A report—not very well defined, however, came in from the country, yesterday, to the effect that a young man named John Phillips, attended a dance near Unity, Thursday night, and was a participant in a brawl of a very serious character.  It is said that Phillips was so severely beaten that death is certain to be the result of his injuries.  One individual with whom we conversed had heard that he died yesterday morning.  We don’t vouch for the accuracy of the story.
One More Sifting of the Hannah Murray Case.

Editor Cairo Bulletin:

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.

“This 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.
Mollie Durham
Assistant Keeper of the Poor.
THEBES, ILL., April 2, 1879.

This is 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.
Martin Brown, County Commissioner
April 3, 1879.

In 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 making correspondent.
J. A. M. Gibbs, Overseer of the Poor
Thomas A. Brown, Keeper of the Poor Farm

Tuesday, 8 Apr 1879:
One of the most shocking accidents of the season was that which occurred last Saturday at Bartleson’s Mill, at a locality known as Oaktown.  William Morris, who is a nephew of Mr. Webster, one of the owners of the mill, was acting in the capacity of sawyer.  He was thus engaged when a portion of a slab or jagged piece of timber was thrown from the log with great violence, and striking Mr. Morris in his stomach tore its way through into the cavity of the body, producing death in a very short time.  Mr. Morris was highly esteemed in the neighborhood and his sudden taking off is the cause of general and profound sorrow.

Wednesday, 9 Apr 1879:
Our reporter called upon Glass, the murderer of Newman, yesterday afternoon, and found him in good health, and very little disturbed in view of the penalty he has incurred.  He says he eats and sleeps well and that nothing bothers him night or day.  He had never been in jail before, and protested that he was not a bad man.  He killed Newman, he said, but was very sorry for it.  When he went into the room he didn’t intend to kill him.  He hit him once and then when he struck again he was mad and didn’t think what would be the consequence.  “I say I am sorry, but Newman had threatened to kill me and I acted in self defense.  I was afraid he would kill me.  I didn’t intend to kill him then.  I can prove that two days before I killed him Newman stole a bottle of whisky from me and drank it.  He then put his hand in my pocket, took my money and bought more whiskey.  He beat me terrible that day.  He wounded me with brass knucks.  I didn’t see the knucks but a boy told me he used ‘em.  He made his brags, too, that he had whipped me and stole my wife away from me, and I want to know how much a man has got to stand before he defends himself?”  In answer to questions he said that he and his two cell mates (both of whom are confined on a charge of murder) got along swimmingly together.  No ministers had been to see them, but they didn’t know that they were any worse off on that account.  Glass is an ill-favored man, has a bad, vicious countenance, although his neighbors say that nobody ever considered him either dangerous or very quarrelsome.  He desired us to say that all reports to the effect that he had threatened or desired to kill Harris or any other man are false, and are circulated to injure his case before the people.  He doesn’t want to kill anybody and is sorry he killed Newman.  And so ended the colloquy.
A calamitous accident happened to Daniel Peeler, a few days ago, at McClure’s Mill, near the mouth of Clear Creek.  Mr. Peeler was a hand in the mill, and while bearing off a slab, staggered and fell into the band of the flywheel, was carried by the band on to the wheel, and carried three times around it.  He was terribly crushed, and in an instant was dead.  He was about 30 years of age, was married, and had a family of wife and two children.  “Surely in the midst of life we are in death.”

(Daniel A. Peeler married Lotta O’Hare on 18 Dec 1873, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 10 Apr 1879:
The remains of Mrs. Rix, wife of elder Rix, were buried yesterday, a large concourse of friends following the body to the cemetery.

(Nelson Rix married Melinda Kee on 3 Apr 1868, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Dr. Stovall, an old resident of Ballard County, a physician of good standing, and a gentleman who was highly respected by all who knew him, dropped dead on the floor of his residence, on Saturday last, of heart diseases.  He lived in the neighborhood village of Lovelaceville.
Egbert Smith, who fell from his seat under some sudden and unaccountable attack of sickness, last week, was confined to his room until yesterday, when he ventured abroad again.  Mr. Smith’s father, it will be recollected, fell from his seat, a number of years ago, and died instantly, of heart disease.

Friday, 11 Apr 1879:
A distressing story comes to us from the neighboring town of Blandville, to the effect that an accomplished and highly esteemed young lady of that place, named Miss Emma Reeves, daughter of William Reeves, and sister of Bud Reeves, a candidate for the state senate—died on Tuesday night from an overdose of morphine.  She had been suffering from an attack of neuralgia, and taking a dose of morphine in the hope of relief, it at once induced vomiting.  Thinking she had thrown the medicine up, she repeated the dose, and all efforts to arouse her proved abortive, and in a few hours she died.  She was a highly accomplished young lady, twenty years of age, and her death is the cause of universal sorrow where she resided.

Saturday, 12 Apr 1879:
A distressing accident occurred on the Iron Mountain railroad, on Thursday last, near Ludlow Station by which Howard Hendricks, who was conductor of the train and who was riding on the engine at the time, was instantly killed.  The locomotive struck a steer and was thrown from the track and into a ditch where it alighted upside down, crushing Mr. H. in such a manner as to result in his instant death.
Many of the reader of The Bulletin will recall the difficulty that occurred a couple of years ago between one Jack McNamee and Dr. Barnes, the then Superintendent of the S. I. asylum.  McNamee subsequently shot his wife and then, in her presence, killed himself.  From a circumstance that occurred in Anna, a few days ago, it would seem that the bloody-mindedness that impelled Jack to self murder, runs in the family.  The Jonesboro Gazette of today, says that about 6 o’clock, yesterday morning, Mrs. Hathaway, sister of Jack McNamee, slipped through a window into the restaurant kept by her husband, intending to hill him, but Mr. H. being out, she pushed back her hair, and placing the muzzle of the pistol she held in her hand directly against her temple, fired and fell dead in her tracks.

(The 12 Apr 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Mrs. Ed Hathaway committed suicide on 11 Apr 1879, after trying to kill her husband.—Darrel Dexter)
 Sunday, 13 Apr 1879:
A number of our citizens were much startled, yesterday, by the rumor that Mrs. Briback had died during the morning.  We are glad to be able to say that the rumor was not only unfounded, but that late yesterday evening Mrs. B.’s condition was greatly improved.

Tuesday, 15 Apr 1879:
The funeral procession that was passing up Washington Avenue Sunday was that of Dunk Winslow’s child (colored) that died the day previous.
“Jim Clonen is dead!”  All who heard this announcement Sunday morning, were not only surprised, but shocked!  Only a few days before, he was seen upon the streets stout and rugged, with a promise of many years of life upon the sixty-five he had already lived.  But the “grim monster” came, made his call, and Jim, stout and hardy, rough and strong as he was, could only obey it.  On the day of Capt. Boynton’s coming, he yielded to the importunities of a couple of neighboring women, and obtaining a skiff, pulled them out into the river, where they could enjoy an unobstructed view of the bold navigator’s antics.  This exertion and exposure incident to this act of neighborly kindness, brought on a severe cold, which, being neglected, soon resolved itself in a bad case of pneumonia.  At the hour of 1:30 o’clock Sunday morning, after two or three days intense suffering, the poor fellow died, and yesterday afternoon, many of his friends and neighbors followed his remains to their last resting place.  There is a warm place in the hearts of hundreds of our citizens for the memory of Jim Clonen.  Rough and gruff as he appeared to be, his heart was as tender and sympathetic as that of a child.  No man ever appealed to him for food and shelter in vain.  He was poor, but of what he had he gave to those who asked in the name of charity, freely and cheerfully.  He scorned a mean act, and though a giant in strength, he was as docile as a lamb.  Faults, he had, but he, himself, and not his friends, was the sufferer.  But enough.  The strong, rugged man is dead; but long after he has returned to the dust from which he came, his memory will be warmly cherished by many, cursed by none.
Friday, 18 Apr 1879:
While the James Howard was making her landing at the stone depot, yesterday morning, two negro roustabouts named Lum Neal and Walter Harper got into a difficulty which resulted in Neal’s shooting Harper, causing his death. Neal jumped ashore and attempted to escape, but was captured by officers John Hogan and John Sheehan, near the old pest house in the upper part of the city. He is now in the county jail.

(The 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 Dexter)

To the criminal and most reprehensible practice of carrying concealed weapons may be charged the shooting scrape of which we give an account elsewhere. Had Lum Neal’s pistol been lying in his trunk, instead of being concealed about his person, Walt Harper would not now be lying dead or at the point of death, and Lum Neal, himself would not be lying in the county jail with the prospect before him of swinging into eternity from the gallows.

What kind of horrors are those the people of the Kentucky “Purchase” are fleeing from? They must be maddening indeed—else the numerous suicides there are unaccountable. Scarcely a week goes by without leaving the memory of a self-murder. The Paducah News, received yesterday, tells how Hon. Mat McKinney, of Trigg County, put a period to his earthly existence by swallowing a deadly dose of laudanum. A genial, sociable gentleman—a lawyer by profession, and at one time a member of the Kentucky legislature—his friends were as numerous as his acquaintances. To the world he seemed a happy man; but in his own mind there seems to have been a hell from which he sought refuge in the realm we know nought of. He was financially embarrassed, it is said. If this is true, great and good as he may have been otherwise, he acted the part of a moral coward in placing a load, too heavy for his own shoulders, on the weaker shoulders of his wife and children.

About 10 o’clock yesterday, officer Hogan was seen hurrying his horse in the direction of the stone depot, and our reporter at once concluded that the apparent haste betokened something worth looking after. In this conclusion he was not at fault, for, repairing to the mammoth steamer James Howard, then lying at the Illinois Central car hoist, he learned that a negro deck hand had just been shot by a fellow deckhand, and mortally wounded. The facts as elicited, are substantially as follows: While the Howard was steaming along in front of the city, a negro man named Lum Neal was trying to move a barrel, and being unable to handle the barrel without help, called upon Walter Harper, also a negro, to “lend him a hand.” Harper refused, but without betraying any ill humor, merely remarking that he could get steady employment at “thank ye” work the whole year round, but he didn’t see any money in it. To this Lum rejoined, with some asperity, that Harper was a lazy negro, and that if he got nothing but what he earned, it would be nothing from nobody. Harper still refusing to “lend a hand,” Lum told him he’d give him a whipping before he reached New Orleans. Harper questioned, even denied, Lum’s ability to whip him, and turning on his heel started aft. Calling to him, Lum remarked, “ It’s a good thing you left, as I am getting in a good humor to give you the licking right here and now.” A German named Charley Smith was a listener to the wordy passage, and viewed it more in the light of jocular bantering than angry controversy, and was, therefore, utterly astounded at the results that followed. Overhearing Lum’s threats to lick him right then and there, Harper turned around and with both hands in his pockets, walked toward the spot where Lum was engaged, repeating that there was not strength enough in Lum’s breeches to give him the threatened drubbing. To the utter amazement of all who heard the conversation, Lum whipped a pistol from his bosom, and aiming at Harper’s body, fired. The ball perforated Harper’s abdomen, and cutting through the intestines, inflicted a mortal injury. Harper fell upon the deck of the boat, thus creating the impression that he had been killed outright. At that instant the Howard struck the Illinois Central wharfboat, soon disappeared over the levee. As is usual in such cases, the parties who witnessed the shooting did not bring themselves to a comprehension of the demands of the occasion until the culprit had made his way ashore and beyond the range of pistol shot. Officer Hogan, gaining the particulars of the affair and a description of the fugitive, and joined by officers Sheehan, John Rice and a negro man named John Richardson, who lives on Commercial Avenue opposite the foot of Thirteenth Street and who had also obtained a description of Neal, all four started in pursuit. After considerable search they got the proper bearings, and before the lapse of an hour had bagged their game. Out in the vicinity of the old pest house Richardson espied what he correctly concluded were the fugitive’s tracks, and following them up, found the object of the pursuit in the pest house privy. With a courage that may have lacked something in point in discretion, he walked directly up to Neal, who was known to be armed, and placing his hand upon him, told him he was his prisoner. Neal made a motion, as if he intended to draw, but was told by Richardson (who although entirely unarmed, acted as if he were loaded down with weapons) that if he put his hand in his pocket he’d blow his brains out. This threat, and the presence of John Rose, who was with Richardson, and of Hogan, who had now come up, had a quieting effect upon the fellow, and he exercised a discretion that served him a better purpose than all the valor he could have displayed. The prisoner was then escorted to the county jail—going along quietly, sensibly, concluding that he was “in for it.” The details relating to the pursuit and the arrest were furnished to us by Richardson, who asks and deserves credit for an account of undeniable bravery. The wounded man was placed in a spring wagon, and conveyed to the hospital. He was still alive when we heard from him, yesterday evening, but the wound is regarded as mortal, and his death is merely a matter of time. Preparation were on foot in the afternoon to take the wounded man’s ante-mortem statement of the affair, but whether it was taken, or not, we did not learn.

Saturday, 19 Apr 1879:
Harper, the negro who was shot on board the Howard, Thursday, was resting somewhat easier yesterday afternoon. The fellow had suffered such a shock that probing was not undertaken, and the exact character of his injuries remains, therefore, undetermined. The apparent direction of the ball indicates fatal work.

A negro boy, son of old man Davis, who lives in the Fifth Ward, died before daylight yesterday morning, of a congestive chill, as is believed.

Old Aunt Mary Smith, to whose physical suffering we have heretofore made reference, died at her home, on Twenty-eighth Street, on Thursday morning. She was a colored woman, probably forty-five years of age, exceedingly neat in her person and habits. Her physical sufferings, protracted through an interval of four or five months, were certainly all that human nature could endure, and her friends, remembering her continued agony, how, day after day and night after night her shrieks and screams were silenced only when she was overcome by actual physical exhaustion, are glad that death finally came to the poor creature’s relief. The family being wholly destitute of means, the aid of friends and acquaintances was solicited to give the body burial. 

Sunday, 20 Apr 1879:
A colored woman named Emma Phillips, a resident of Fifth Street, died Friday night, in destitute circumstances. One of her friends was on the streets, yesterday, soliciting money wherewith to bury the body. Calls of this character are frequent, but our people continue to respond with an alacrity that is worthy of all commendation.

We are sorry to learn as we did yesterday, that Mr. Jack Davis, of the Dongola flouring mills, and a gentleman well known to our principal businessmen, was stricken with paralysis, a day or two since, and is now helpless, from his waist downward. It is added, as rumor, that Mr. D. is a party to a matrimonial agreement in which a handsome young lady once a resident of Cairo is the other party.

Tuesday, 22 Apr 1879:
The remains of little Lucy Abell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Abell, were buried in Beech Grove Cemetery, yesterday evening. On Wednesday evening we made mention of the relapse this little girl had suffered in her attack of St. Vitus dance, from which she was thought to be rapidly recovering. She sank rapidly, after the relapse, and on Saturday night she died. It is said that the little creature suffered so intensely that death came as a mercy.

T. J. Jenkins, a colored carpenter, who was well known among the white as well as the colored people of Cairo, as a well meaning, inoffensive man, died at his home on Fifteenth and Cedar streets, Sunday night, of consumption. He had been a victim of the disease for many months and exhausted nearly every remedy suggested. A few days ago, however, he was compelled, through sheer weakness to take his bed and, sinking rapidly, died as above stated. His remains were buried yesterday.

A jury was convened by Judge Yocum, yesterday, to pass upon the mental condition of a colored man named Nora St. Roma, whose home in the vicinity of Hodges Park. Last fall Nora passed through a severe attack of pneumonia. He had not fully recovered before his wife sickened and died. This sickness and sorrow, it is thought, wrecked his mind. He was quite an intelligent man before his ills beset him, and is harmless now, but unquestionably a lunatic. He is constantly attended by ghosts, he says, and much annoyed by the ringing of the bells which he imagines are fastened to his clothing. When brought into court, he thought it wrong that they should hang him, but would be all right if Mr. Hodges said so. The poor fellow was adjudged insane and will be sent to the asylum.

A few evenings ago, at a colored church in Metropolis, a negro boy, 15 years old, named Dave Bradshaw, approached a negro boy 13 years of age, named Lorenzo Davis, and demanded the payment of a debt of five cents that Davis owed him for carrying in stove wood. Davis replied: “If you’ll let me see Uncle Van, I’ll get the money and pay you.” “You’ll not see Uncle Van tonight,” was the response of Bradshaw, who at once drew a pistol from his pocket, and shooting Davis in the abdomen, inflicted a wound that proved fatal in a few hours. A young life taken for 5 cents—is another horror we must charge to the diabolical practice of carrying concealed weapons.

(He is 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)

Wednesday, 23 Apr 1879:
There is a mortality among the colored people of Cairo that is, to say the least of it, unusual. There is no epidemic diseases among them, nor are they dying from diseases peculiar to the locality. Yet they are dropping off, one or more every day. The last death reported is that of Mary Key, who lived near the brickyard and was quite generally known among people of her own color. She died about 1 o’clock yesterday morning, of consumption. Quite destitute when taken down, she was, of course, wholly destitute when she died. Her friends were compelled, therefore, to go upon the streets and solicit donations of money to pay for burying her body. Calls of this kind are quite numerous, but the responses seem nonetheless ready or cheerful on that account.

By Mr. Higgins, who came over from Missouri yesterday evening, we learned the particulars of the drowning of Mr. John Tanner’s little boy, Johnnie. In company with a playmate, Johnny, who was about seven years of age, repaired to the river to catch fish. They had been fishing some time when (about 4 p.m.) they concluded to wade in the edge of the water to look for bait. For the distance of a yard or two from shore the water was very shallow, then came a perpendicular set off of fifteen or twenty feet. Little Johnny stepped over this, set off and went down. His companion saw him, but was powerless to help. The outcries given failed to bring assistance and the little fellow finally disappeared to rise no more. The sad intelligence was communicated to the father and mother, and almost crazed them. The neighbors hearing of the sad occurrence repaired to the spot, and at once commenced a search for the body. When Mr. Higgins left, it had not been recovered. The sorrow of the parents is said to have been most intense, both of them giving way to paroxysms of grief that moved the sympathies of the most hardened spectators.

Thursday, 24 Apr 1879:
We made mention of the fact in a recent number of The Bulletin that Jack Davis, of Dongola, who owns a large flouring mill in Anna had been stricken by paralysis that involved all below his waist. Mr. William Wolf, the uncle of Miss Poor with whom Davis had agreed upon the preliminaries of a matrimonial engagement—received a dispatch from Anna yesterday announcing Mr. Davis’ death the night previous. Mr. D. was widely known in Union and Pulaski counties as an enterprising and prosperous businessman and his death will everywhere be received with evidences of profound sorrow. To the young lady whose visions of future happiness have been cruelly dissipated, as well as to the many relatives who have been deeply grieved, we extend our cordial sympathies.

(The 28 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.

(George Lohr married Catherine E. Rayman on 27 May 1866, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Mrs. William Hulen, of Hen Peck, in this county, died on Monday last, of a disease that resembled, in many particulars, spinal meningitis. Mrs. Hulen was born in Alexander County, raised a large family of girls and boys, and died respected and beloved by all who knew her. Her funeral was largely attended, those who had respected her in life sincerely mourning her in death.

(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 months.—Darrel Dexter)

The mother of Mrs. John Rees died in her son-in-law’s home Tuesday night, of old age and accumulated infirmities. She was probably seventy-five years of age, and has been in a comparatively helpless condition for long while.

The remains of Mrs. Mary Reauman will be conveyed to Villa Ridge for burial, by a special train that will leave the foot of Tenth Street at 3 o’clock this afternoon. See notice in another column.

Friday, 25 Apr 1879:
Peter Wire, the colored man who caught Ross in Charleston, Missouri, is developing into a first-class detective. Some time ago a murder was committed in Nashville, Tennessee.  Peter, being furnished with a description of the murderer, kept a look out and informed our reporter yesterday that he knew exactly where to find the fugitive and that not within three miles of Cairo. About 3 o’clock in the afternoon he started out, unattended, to bring in his man. We can’t dismiss a lurking suspicion that Peter is somewhat of the genus “blow-hard.”

Sunday, 27 Apr 1879:
The tenacity with which some people cling to life is wonderful. The negro Harper who was shot in the stomach, on board the steamer James Howard, last week, was sitting up yesterday, smoking his pipe. Contemplating the location and character of the wound, there didn’t seem to be one chance in one hundred for the fellow’s recovering, and if no set back intervenes, he will be as sound as ever in the course of a week or two.

Tuesday, 29 Apr 1879:
Pat Carroll died of pneumonia in the Mockler House, in this city, about 10 o’clock a.m., Sunday. He had served the gas company long and faithfully in the capacity of joint maker, and being almost constantly on our streets in the line of his duty, he became known “by sight” to nearly everybody in Cairo. He was an upright, hardworking, straightforward man, and it will be with some difficulty we predict that the gas company fills his place. The funeral ceremonies took place yesterday afternoon, after which the remains were conveyed by special train to Villa Ridge, where they were interred in Calvary Cemetery.

Wednesday, 30 Apr 1879:
Commodore Rollingpin, river editor of the St. Louis Times-Journal, will, it is said, realize upwards of five hundred dollars from his lecture for the benefit of the widow and children of Jim Dalton, the heroic watchman of the steamer John M. Chambers, who lost his life during the yellow fever epidemic.

Eliza Fox, a colored woman, a resident of the Fifth Ward, died Monday, of pneumonia. On the Saturday previous, a friend was abroad upon the streets with a subscription paper soliciting money with which to bury the body, which body at that time, had two days of life in it. It happening to leak out that the friend’s action was premature, he found the dimes and quarters rather few and far between.

Thursday, 1 May 1879:
John Tanner recovered the body of his little boy, drowned last week, yesterday, at the point below Cairo. The body was brought to Cairo and will be taken at 1 o’clock this afternoon from St. Patrick’s Catholic Church to Villa Ridge by a special train, for burial. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to meet at the church at 1 o’clock and attend the funeral.

Rosa, infant of Mr. and Mrs. Schick, died about 10 o’clock Tuesday evening, of one of the ailments peculiar to infants. The remains were conveyed to Villa Ridge, yesterday morning, by hack, and interred there in the Cairo Cemetery.

The Paducah authorities want a colored man named Luther Lucas, who, until within the past few days served in the capacity of waiter on the packet, James Fisk. Before daylight, last Friday morning, Lucas visited the house of a Paducah colored woman named Rhoda Owens (whose husband was killed a short time before for resisting arrest) and effecting an entrance into the house, attempted to outrage the widow’s sacred person. She says that her outcries scared him away. The officers being informed of the occurrence, made search for Lucas, but couldn’t find him. Just before the Fisk reached Cairo, the fugitive made his appearance at the clerk’s office, drew his money, and left the boat at this city. As no reward is offered for his apprehension, it is not likely that any special effort will be put forth to capture him.

(The 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)
Saturday, 3 May 1879:
Mrs. Julia Milbert, an aged German woman, occupying one of the levee basements above Eighth Street, died yesterday of old age and infirmity.

Johnny Lampert, who, after the death of his father, proprietored a barber shop on Eighth Street, is now a citizen of Marshalltown, Wyoming Territory.

George Stevens, a colored man who had found lodging in the row of frame houses on the east side of Commercial Avenue above Twelfth, died yesterday in destitute circumstances. A colored woman named Bridget Williams went upon the streets to beg a few dollars with which to bury him. She reports that one white man upon whom she called, not satisfied with his refusal to give anything, indulged in coarse and brutal talk about the miserable dead body. He advised her to go home and skin the body and make boots out of his hide, that that was all the body was fit for, anyhow, and much more in the same vein. The negro woman very properly denounced him to his face for his inhumanity.

Tuesday, 6 May 1879:
Old Henry Mayo, known to nearly every resident of Alexander County, died at his home near Sandy Ridge, on Sunday. We can cover the dead with a great mantle of charity, but the remarks this intelligence will call forth, will show that the old man lived to a poor purpose. Many know him, but few will mourn him.

(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)

Thursday, 8 May 1879:
It is with sincere sorrow that we chronicle the death of Mrs. Celia Henderson, wife of Mr. John Henderson, who died at her residence on Ninth Street at 4 o’clock yesterday morning. There will be funeral services at Blandville today, by Rev. Whitaker. The remains will be taken over on the 8 o’clock ferry this morning. There will be limited religious exercises at the house at 7:30 this morning, at which hour friends are solicited to be present.

The intelligence that went abroad in Pulaski County, yesterday morning, that Lew Smith, the state’s attorney for that county, had during the night before, died at his own hands, created a profound sensation. Young Smith was a son of Judge H. M. Smith. He was born in Pulaski County, was carefully educated and finally admitted to the bar. He was a young man of excellent parents, eminently social, warm-hearted and impulsive, and had, to all appearances, a brilliant future before him. But on the threshold of a successful professional career, he yielded to the allurements of the wine cup. The habit grew upon him, and at last held him as in the grip of a giant. He struggled hard to free himself, and for a season he mastered the terrible appetite, but he could not, it seems, with all the encouragement friends gave him, and by the most determined exercise of his own will, maintain the mastery. Less than a week ago he was in this city. On Tuesday he visited the town of Ullin and stopped with Joe Tapprich. He obtained breakfast, dinner and supper with Tapprich and gave notice of a purpose to remain all night. During the day he visited Dr. Carnes and secured a small dose of morphine to quiet his nerves and brace him up, and then asked how many grains of the drug it would require to kill a man. Obtaining the desired information, he left the doctor’s office. Where he obtained the poison or how, is not known. During Tuesday night he died, and all the evidence went to show that he died of an overdose of morphine. These particulars we obtained in an indirect manner, and we do not therefore, vouch for their entire credibility, but the main fact is undeniable, that Lew Smith is dead, and died the death of a suicide.

Saturday, 10 May 1879:
Old Man Smith, the father-in-law of Parson Bowles, died Thursday night of old age and a vast accumulation of consequent infirmities.

There is a report current to the effect that the black fiend who murdered Zimmerman at Mounds Junction, in the presence of his family something over two years ago, was hanged by a mob a few nights ago, in Knox County, Indiana, near Vincennes. It is said that the black devil while in the hands of the mob, confessed that he was the murderer of Zimmerman and had had part in other atrocious crimes—the confession of which rendered his summary taking off a work a love, and almost a duty.

James Edwards, who is located in the vicinity of the coal dump, saw a floater in the Ohio Thursday evening, and pulled it to shore. A coroner’s inquest was held over the body in the evening. The body was that of a man, probably thirty years of age. Had on blue overalls and stoga shoes. Nothing about the body by which it could be identified—a pipe and a pocket knife being all that was found in the pockets. The body had evidently been in the water several weeks.

James Campbell, a citizen of Metropolis, reached Cairo from New Orleans whither he had gone on a flatboat, last Monday or Tuesday. He drank quite freely while here, and Tuesday evening boarded the Fisk to go home. On the way up he drank frequently from a bottle he had about his person, and sitting down in the engine room he fell asleep. When the boat whistled to land at Metropolis, Campbell was awakened and in a drunken stupor gained his feet, staggered to the door that opens into the engine room, passed through to the guards, and straight ahead overboard into the river. A passenger who saw him tumble overboard hastened to the rescue and caught the struggling man by the coattail, but the headway of the boat being unchecked, the coattail parted and Campbell instantly sank and drowned. He had a family in Metropolis, who were, no doubt, watching anxiously for his return, but if he ever returns now, at all, it will be as a loathsome swollen corpse—as the lifeless, repulsive object that whisky made him.

Sunday, 11 May 1879:
We received intelligence yesterday of the death of Anderson Sammons, an elder brother of ex-county commissioner George W. Sammons. He died of pneumonia, on Wednesday last, at a point in the country known as the “Promised Land.” His wife preceded him only a few weeks. Several children (how many we did not learn) are thus without father or mother. Mr. Sammons was about 48 years of age.

(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)

About a year and a half ago a bloody-minded fellow named Thomas McKiff stabbed and killed a young man, at a party that was being held in the neighborhood of the Horse-shoe. McKiff was arrested, but succeeded in getting away from his guard and in reaching Missouri. From that time until quite recently nothing was heard of the fugitive. Friday afternoon officer Hogan left the city, and yesterday morning he returned, bringing McKiff with him, securely ironed. He found the fellow at the house of his brother-in-law, back of Ullin, and coming down on him suddenly, had the bracelets on his arms before he could recover from his astonishment. McKiff is said to be one of the genus desperado, and it is a matter of some surprise among those who know him that he submitted without fierce resistance.

(The man’s name was Thomas McAuliff.  He married Nancy E. Wright on 7 Aug 1871, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 13 May 1879:
Simultaneous with the annoucement of the death of Mr. Joe G. Cormick, came the news of the death of Dr. Charles Geericke, late of Cairo, but at the time of his death, a resident of St. Louis. The Doctor was thoroughly versed in the theories of his profession, was eminently successful in his practice, and by his suavity of manner and genial disposition, made friends wherever he formed acquaintances. He died in St. Louis on Saturday last.

Mr. C. P. Boteler, who for a short time acted as agent of the coal oil company in this city writes to Captain Williams, from Staunton, Va., under the date of the 9th inst., briefly and sorrowfully as follows: “My heart is too sad to tell you more than that God has today taken my darling wife from me.” Mr. Boteler has many friends in Cairo who will deeply and sincerely sympathize with him in his great grief and crushing bereavement. We are not in possession of any particulars.

The Metropolis negro boy, Dick Bradshaw, who shot and killed a colored playmate because the playmate had made default in the payment of five cents, was sentenced to imprisonment in the penitentiary for a term of twenty years. In a conversation with the editor of the Pope County Democrat, the hardened little rascal said that he didn’t know that the pistol was cocked; he intended to shoot the boy, but wasn’t quite ready, just then. He is about 13 years of age. The boy he killed was an inoffensive lad, 11 years of age, who was pleading for the privilege of calling on his uncle for the five cents when he was shot down. The prisoner in company with Moseby, whom the Democrat denominates “a Cairo horse thief” and who was under a sentence of four years, passed through Cairo en route for Joliet, several days ago.

It is with feelings of the most profound regret that we learned yesterday of the death of our old friend, Joe G. Cormick, of Centralia. He died of dropsy, at his home, at 3 o’clock Saturday morning and was buried yesterday afternoon. Cormick entered in the service of the Illinois Central railroad company in the year 1856, and has been in the employment of that company ever since. With a warm, sympathetic heart, of a highly sociable and most companionable nature, he knew everybody in Southern Illinois, and among the general traveling public had as extensive an acquaintance as any railroad conductor in the West. Well and widely known as he was, we doubt it much if the man or woman is alive today who can truthfully say that he or she ever suffered wrong to the extent of a nickel at the hands of Joe Cormick. Although filling a position that fairly “bristled” with little annoyance, the equanimity of his temper was always preserved; he was kind to everybody, generous to a fault—instinctively a gentleman. He was scrupulously honest, clever and obliging, and however well, however efficiently his place may be filled in “the run between Cairo and Centralia,” many years will pass by before the local traveler will cease to regret the absence of good old Joe. On the announcement of his death the officers of the Illinois Central gave out the word that friends anywhere who might wish to attend his funeral should have free carriage over the road; and as a further mark of respect, the cabooses and engines of the division were draped in mourning. A large throng followed the body to the grave, and, had there been no previous assurance that the good old man had a stronghold upon the affections of his neighbors and friends, the proof was furnished there, abundantly and conclusively. Joe was about 55 years of age, and had for years been a member of the Conductor’s Life Insurance Company, and was still a member, we hear, at the time of his death. More we feel inclined to say, but pressed for time and limited in space, we close with a heart-felt farewell forever to our friend of a half of a long time—Joe G. Cormick.

(The 17 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.
By Order of the UNION.

Wednesday, 14 May 1879:

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.

We may search long ere we find a more affectionate husband, or a more kind and loving father.
For a quarter of a century he had been a passenger conductor on the Illinois Central railroad, and this fact bears ample testimony to the high appreciation in which he was held by its officers, and their confidence in his integrity and fidelity.

Though 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.”

Thursday, 15 May 1879:
The procession that accompanied the remains of the lamented Joe Cormick to the grave is said to have been the largest of the kind ever seen in Centralia. There were sixty-nine carriages in line, one hundred Masons on foot and citizens without number. Loved in life, was he, and honored in death.

Saturday, 17 May 1879:
Early yesterday morning a floater was seen lodged in the brush in the Ohio River in front of the depot of the Cairo and St. Louis railroad. The coroner was notified, summoned a jury and proceeded to an inspection of the body. The flesh had sloughed from the face, hands and arms, indicating that the body had been in the water several weeks. Nothing could be found about his person to indicate his name and place of residence, except a fragment of an envelope on which was written Warren, Harry of Harvey O_____.  He was dressed as steamboat deck hands usually dress, and had in his pocket a punched labor check and two tickets in the Missouri State lottery. The remains were taken in charge by undertaker Feith and buried at the expense of the county.

Sunday, 18 May 1879:
An Arkansas officer visited the neighboring town of Smithland a few days ago and arrested a man named Dan Edmunds. The charge against Edmunds was that he had killed his wife and child. He gave it out among his neighbors that he was going to remove to Smithland. While en route for the river he struck his wife on the neck with an axe, nearly severing her head from her body. He then knocked the child in the head with the axe and buried both bodies in a trench he dug by the wayside. The wife had been a servant girl. Edmunds eloped with her, leaving his lawful wife in Smithland to whom he returned with the blood of his victims fresh upon his hands. Suspicions were excited among the murderer’s Arkansas neighbors, search instituted, and the bodies found where the demon had buried them. He is in Arkansas, by his time, and will atone for his horrid crimes on the gallows.

About six weeks ago an old negro woman named Phillips died in one of the rookeries on 5th Street, and since then the neighbors have seen lights in the house at all hours of the night. Knowing as everybody did that the building was unoccupied, these oft-recurring lights excited much curiosity, and it soon went abroad that the house was haunted. Friday night quite a crowd gathered about the house, the lights were there, and conjecture ran wild in an effort to account for their appearance. About 10 o’clock Olmsted and Wilson passed around that way, and concluded that they’d explore the mystery. To the great consternation of the superstitious part of the crowd they dashed in the door and entered the building. In an instant the lights were extinguished, and three or four very substantial ghosts who were inside, plunged out the back way, and nearly broke their necks in an effort to escape arrest for playing draw poker for two bits ante!

The death of little Roswell Waldo at the hands of his loving and devoted mother, will excite for that lady the profoundest sympathy of our entire community. Mrs. W. with her children is still boarding in the vicinity of Paducah. Little Roswell on Wednesday last, was taking medicine under the direction of a physician. In the same case with the child’s powders were some morphine powders. The mother administered as she thought the usual medicine. The child ran out to play, but soon returned and complained that he was sleepy. The mother told him to return to the yard that he should have a nap after dinner. The child obeyed. In a few minutes the mother sprang to her feet, and throwing hands aloft fairly shrieked, “My God! My God! I have killed my child!” and hurrying to the medicine case she received the painful confirmation of her fears. She had given her darling boy a dose of morphine. Rushing out into the yard, she found the little one lying upon the ground, completely narcoticized. A physician was summoned, but too late. In a few minutes the little fellow quietly passed into the eternal sleep. The agony of the poor woman, her deep and heart-rending grief, moved every looker-on to tears, and but few will read these details who will not, in measure at least, share the poor mother’s distracting sorrow. The little boy was about four years of age.

Tuesday, 20 May 1879:
The colored funeral procession that moved from Commercial Avenue and Ninth Street yesterday, was that of a colored child named Emma Lovett.

We publish elsewhere the funeral notice of Miss Page, deceased. The young lady died at the home of her sister, near the convent, Monday morning at half past 1 o’clock.

The funeral procession of Miss Anna Page will leave the residence of her sister, corner of Twenty-first and Walnut streets, at 10 o’clock today, for St. Patrick’s Church, from whence, after service, the body will be conveyed to Villa Ridge for burial, the remains and attending friends going out in carriages.

Charley Glass, the colored man who killed Newman Noggs, last winter was informed yesterday, of the death of his mother, Mrs. Melvina Wright Glass. She died in Hopkinsville, Ky., on Saturday. Glass was deeply moved and gave way to tears and groans that indicated the deepest sorrow. When he was brought before the bloody body of the man whose head he had mashed to a pumice, he was so utterly indifferent that the bystanders concluded he was ironclad to every human impulse. It seems, however, that the fellow is not wholly depraved.

(Glass was charged with the murder of Carter Newman, not Newman Noggs.—Darrel Dexter)

We have been assured that the item in last Thursday’s paper, referring to the ejectment of a widow woman from the house she occupied because of her inability to pay rent, was founded in the main, upon erroneous information. The woman to whom we referred was made a widow by the yellow fever last summer, and we had no other purpose in calling attention to her alleged straits, than to enlist in her behalf the good offices of our kindly disposed people. Poverty is not a crime. Were it so, Cairo would teem with criminals from one year’s end to another.

(The 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 once.”

Mr. and Mrs. H. W. Cole, who live near Barnum, in the State of Iowa, are in a state of distracting suspense concerning the fate of their daughter Eva, who left home in the fall of 1876. She wrote from Cairo in July 1877, stating that she would, in a day or two, respond to an invitation to go to Belle Plaine, Illinois. Since that time the parents have heard nothing from her, all their letters addressed to Cairo having been returned to them, endorsed “not called for.” Eva is now, if living, about 25 years of age, medium height, brown curly hair and dark hazel eyes. It would be an act of Christian kindness in anyone who knows anything about the missing girl, to write to the distracted parents at Barnum, or the editor of the Gazette at Fort Dodge, Iowa. It is in response to a human impulse, and not for pay, that we publish this paragraph.

His Early Experience in Southern Illinois and Subsequent Triumph.

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.

In the 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.

Wednesday, 21 May 1879:
The death of Col. Watkins recalls an occurrence of twenty-five years ago, in which he was a conspicuous actor. The gang of men at Cache River, under Dr. Arter, and with which Watkins was then associated was composed exclusively of country natives. This gang was in constant apprehension that the Irish laborers at the “Deep Cut” would make a descent upon them and clean them out. Watkins observing these fears and feeling that they were wholly groundless, concluded he would “play upon them” just for fun. The ensuing night he put his purpose into execution. Entering a vacant shanty at about the time he supposed the men to be in the act of retiring for the night, he performed a war dance upon the board floor, beat the walls with a club, shrieked out “murder—the Deep-cutters are upon us—run for life,” etc., occasioning a horrid din that was echoed back by the hills a full mile away. The thirty and forty hands dashed hither and thither into the woods most of them remaining out all night, where mosquitoes were ten times as thick as the leaves of the closely packed forest trees. Two of them finally came out on Cache River several miles above the camp, and finding a canoe moored at the bank clambered into it, and paddled down to Cairo where they told a story that at once put the little town in a terrible commotion. “The Irish had made a descent from the deep cut. ‘Shakespeare,’ as Watkins was called, had been killed outright, and his body left in a vacant shanty. Dr. Arter had been left for dead, but had managed to crawl to the cover of the woods.” In short, five or six men had certainly been killed, and twice that many wounded. Indeed the messengers were of the opinion that they were the only persons uninjured, and they had come for immediate help and succor. In less than two hours about sixty armed men from Cairo and the neighboring farms in Kentucky went on their way to Cache River. Shortly after dinner they reached Trinity, but only to be told to “go home”—the whole thing was a scare got up by that d----d harum-scarum Watkins, who aimed at a joke on the boys, but didn’t intend to get up such a big one! Then it became necessary for each one of the natives, in his turn to give Watkins a threshing. The first man that entered upon the performance of that self-imposed duty was not sufficiently successful to inspire the others with an eagerness to follow suit. In short, as soon as is was ascertained that “Shakespeare could fight like the devil,” it was a very easy matter for the men to arrive at the conclusion that they’d spare him for the once, but that there would be the devil to pay next time. The prank was serious enough for the men—rendering them wholly unfit for work for a day or two, but Watkins could never think of it without giving way to paroxysms of laughter that seemed to convulse every muscle of his body.

Thursday, 22 May 1879:
The funeral procession that moved from the little cottage opposite the customhouse, yesterday morning, conveyed to the grave the body of a little colored child named Drivers.

The sickness that resulted in Colonel Watkins’ death is chargeable to the fact that while he was at work on the road leading to his Junction farm, perspiring freely, a shower of rain fell and drenched him to the skin. Next morning he felt serious symptoms of approaching illness, but refused to take to his bed until he became violently and dangerously ill. His abdomen swelled alarmingly and he suffered all the tortures of the damned, but his attending physician informs us that a more patient man never fell to his charge. He knew his sickness would terminate fatally—spoke of the matter calmly, even respecting the disposition of his body, which he committed to the care of his brethren of the mystic tie. He was an old and very intimate friend of the writer, who always found him a true hearted and high-minded gentleman.

It would have afforded us pleasure to have given place to the obituary notice of Mrs. Henderson, but receiving it at a late hour in the evening we found quite all of our space allotted to copy in hand. Mrs. Henderson was the daughter of Dr. T. J. Jenkins, of Kentucky, a leading citizen and prominent professional man. She had lived in Cairo about four years at the time of her death, and was an exemplary member of society as well as of the M. E. Church. She was conscious of her approaching dissolution and talked calmly of the time when her place in life would be vacant. Her remains were interred in the family burying ground in Kentucky, the Rev. W. F. Whittaker conducting the ceremonies at the grave. Mr. Henderson, the husband and three children survive the deceased to mourn a most loving wife and devoted mother.

Friday, 23 May 1879:
Joe Lovejoy, second mate of the Paris C. Brown, fell overboard and was drowned while that steamer lay in port at Paducah yesterday morning.

By some means that yet remain unexplained, Mr. Joseph Lovejoy, the mate of the steamer Paris C. Brown, fell from the hurricane roof of the boat, while lying at Paducah, and striking the lower guard was precipitated into the water. The unfortunate man was probably killed before he reached the water. His body instantly disappeared, thus cutting off all chances of rescue.

The Alexander Circuit Court will devote the first week in June to the trial of murder cases. The case against M’Auliff will be called on Tuesday June 3rd; the trial of Ross for June 4th, and the trial of Glass for Friday, June 6th. It will be a week of excitement, especially for the colored population.

The man Glass, although apparently stoical and indifferent in his bearing, is manifestly subjected to great mental torture. Whether it is the fear of death as the punishment of his great crime, whether it is remorse, or what not, we are unable to determine. We only know that he is becoming emaciated and that his nervous system is torn all to pieces.

Mrs. Jaeckel was waiting in a terrible state of suspense yesterday evening, news confirmatory of the report that her husband Amandus Jaeckel had committed suicide in St. Louis on Sunday last. It is said that the news of the affair reached Cairo through the Globe Democrat. We fear the report is only too true. Amandus was a good-hearted man with culture and aspirations that rendered him unhappy in the social plane in which he moved. But like thousands of others the allurements of the wine cup were too strong for him, and he yielded to their hateful fascinations. When received, we will publish the particulars.

Many of our readers will recall the shooting scrape on board the John A. Scudder while lying at our wharf, sometime in February or March last, wherein a negro man named James Tanner, in an attempt to shoot another negro man named Wash Steele, shot and mortally wounded a Paducah negro named Jerry Ward. Turner was put upon trial yesterday for making an assault with intent to kill Steele, and the jury after ten minutes retirement brought in a verdict of “guilty” and fixed the term of imprisonment at ten years. Turner seemed very well satisfied with the results as he concluded it would shield him from prosecution for the killing of Ward, for which, of course, he is answerable. His attorney, however, made a motion for a new trial, the reasons for which motion will probably be assigned and passed upon this morning.

Saturday, 24 May 1879:
The motion for a new trial in the case of Turner, the Fisk shootist and Henry Stevens the Fisher burglar were overruled yesterday, and sentence passed upon the former for ten years in the penitentiary and upon the latter one year.

We sought but failed to find the confirmation of the report that Amandus Jaeckel had taken his own life in St. Louis, last Sunday, and his wife is inspired with the hope that the report is untrue. We are unable to share the hope. When last seen, Amandus was much depressed in mind, and had yielded much to temptation. We shall probably learn the whole story today,

Two men named respectively Clayton and Mason Kerr, working in a strawberry field near Cobden, on Thursday last, quarreled about some trivial matter, and Clayton becoming furious stabbed Kerr to the heart with his pocket knife. Kerr died in an hour or two. Clayton fled the country, but was so closely pursued that his capture is confidently looked for.

Mr. W. H. Morris, now deceased, kept up three insurance policies on his life, the three aggregating $5,000. The average age of the policies was seven years. He paid $751 premiums and the company on settlement paid over to his beneficiary the sum of $5,926.56. In other words, upon the money paid by Mr. Morris, his legal survivors realized over 800 percent. If such results could be absolutely assured, in all cases, life insurance would commence at once to absorb a greatly increased share of married men’s surplus capital.

Young Purcell who was sent from Cairo to the Anna insane asylum, a few weeks ago, has shown himself bloody-minded and capable of much mischief. One day this week four of the keepers accompanied twenty-five or thirty of the milder lunatics on a walk about the grounds. Among the rest were young Purcell and an old man named Alfred Corzine, a resident of Union County who had been driven crazy by religious excitement and Bible reading. Securing a brick and awaiting his opportunity, Purcell flew at the old man and before the keepers could interfere, had beaten the old fellow so savagely and mercilessly that he died in less than two hours. The old man was usually mild, but at long intervals became violent and quarrelsome. It is conjectured that in one of these ill-humored spells he had injured Purcell’s feelings, and that nursing his feelings of anger and resentment Purcell availed himself of the first favorable chance to wreak his vengeance. The body of Corzine was buried at Dongola. He had many relatives in Union County, some of whom are well-to-do and respected citizens.

            (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)

Sunday, 25 May 1879:
In Friday’s Bulletin we mentioned the drowning of Mr. Lovejoy, mate of the steamer Paris C. Brown, while the boat was lying at the Paducah landing. It seems that the Brown, Lovejoy acting as captain, was in the act of moving out from the wharfboat, when the DeSmet that was coming in struck her quite violently, aft of the wheelhouse. It is believed that the jar thus occasioned precipitated Mr. Lovejoy overboard, that in falling he struck a barge alongside and so injured himself that he could make no effort to keep above the water and accordingly drowned. His hat was found shortly afterwards, but all efforts to recover the body proved fatal.

We are glad to be able to announce that the publication in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat and the report current in Cairo during the past few days, to the effect that Amandus Jaeckel blew his brains out in St. Louis last Sunday, are untrue. How or why such reports were put in circulation we cannot divine, but that they are false we have very positive assurance—the testimony of a letter written in St. Louis yesterday, and of a gentleman who drank a glass of beer with Jaeckel as late as Wednesday last.

Tuesday, 27 May 1879:
The body of Lovejoy has been found. Strangely enough the officers of the steamer Brown left no directions for the disposition of the body in the event of its recovery. It was put away temporarily in the expectation that it will be removed.

The funeral procession of the Rev. George W. Ellis was preached in the A. M. E. church Sunday, the Free Benevolent Sons of America, to which order deceased belonged, the colored Masons and the members of the other secret orders among the colored people, attended in force, and all of them in regalia. The procession, about 200 strong, with banners and the insignia of the different orders, passed up Washington Avenue, about 11 o’clock in the forenoon and made a very nice appearance.

About 11 o’clock yesterday morning Louis Gibson saw the dead body of a man floating in the Ohio, and moved by the hope of reward, brought the miserable pile of bones and corruption to the shore, and then notified the coroner, Mr. Richard Fitzgerald. Mr. F. at once summoned a jury and held an inquest, but nothing whatever could be learned. The only clothing on the body was a pair of dark jeans pants and coarse shoes. The flesh of the body above the waistband of the pantaloons was entirely gone. There was therefore nothing left for the jury to do but to decide that the deceased had probably come to his death by accidental drowning. The body was put away at the expense of the county, and as the catcher did not receive the anticipated reward, he will probably let the next unwholesome object of the kind pass by.

Wednesday, 28 May 1879:
Mrs. S. A. Bergen, sister of Mr. Thomas Lewis, died in Springfield, Ills., last Saturday, age 65.

Thursday, 29 May 1879:
Henry Runner was seen in Cairo yesterday. Hence the report that he was the victim of Arkansas violence was manifestly untrue.

Friday, 30 May 1879:
Lying in the house kept by Nancy Mack, is a boy named Joe Brown, in the last stages of consumption. He is a pitiable object, and it is by the practice of considerable self-denial that the women provide for his commonest wants. While officer Cain was in the act of passing the house yesterday, the poor boy beckoned him to his bedside, and told the officer that he felt himself near the end, and begged that he might have the ministrations of the priest. The priest was sent around, and made the poor sufferer feel at greater ease concerning the future. In the conjecture that his earthly experience is about ended, the wretched boy was evidently right. It is a wonder, indeed, that he is alive at all.

Saturday, 31 May 1879:

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.

As to 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 honored member.
Tuesday, 3 Jun 1879:
In consequence of the death of the rector, the Very Rev. Dean Dillon-Lee, and as a mark of respect to his memory, the ____ (top of newspaper missing)

The funeral of Very Rev. Dean Dillon Lee will be held on Tuesday next. Rev. Joseph E. Martin, of Lincoln, Ill., will preach the discourse for the occasion. Rev. A. E. Wells, of Chester, and Rev. Mr. Steel of Centralia, will assist in the services Rev. Mr. Dillon-Lee Sr. is expected here today.

The Very Rev. Mr. Dillon-Lee was one of the clerical members of the standings committee of the Diocese of Springfield.

Rev. M. M. Dillon, father of the lamented Rector Dillon Lee, arrived in the city Saturday morning, by special train from Chicago.

John Smith, a river man, died in the hospital Sunday of consumption. He had been sick three months. The remains will be buried in the Catholic cemetery at Villa Ridge today.

The funeral services of the Very Rev. Dean M. R. St. J. Dillon-Lee, Rector of the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, and Dean of the Southern Deanery of the Diocese of Springfield, will be held at the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo at ten o’clock this morning. The funeral train will leave Fourteenth Street for Beech Grove Cemetery immediately upon the conclusion of the services of the church.

John Wagner, son of Squire Wagner, who lives at Hodges Park, died at his father’s house on Saturday of measles. It is said that this disease is raging to an alarming extent in and about Unity and several other neighborhoods in the country. Several cases have appeared in Cairo, but there has been no marked increase during the week past.


Wednesday, 4 Jun 1879:
The funeral ceremonies over the body of Rev. Dillon-Lee, deceased, in the Church of the Redeemer, yesterday morning, were very solemn and impressive. The building was draped in mourning, and the crowd present furnished ample testimony of the high esteem in which deceased had been held, and how sincerely his death is mourned. The Knights Templar, of which deceased was a member, were present in full uniform, and with many friends, accompanied the remains to the cemetery.

Thursday, 5 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.

Last 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.
But the good old man has been gathered to his fathers, and a braver heart was never stilled—a truer patriot never lived.

(The 7 Jun 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Gen. James Shields was born in County Tyrone, Ireland, and formerly lived in Randolph Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Judge Dougherty being called home by a telegram yesterday, announcing the death of his granddaughter, Judge Harker being in the city, took the bench in his stead.

(The 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)

Thomas Ross, the colored man, who is charged with the Hodges Park homicide of last winter, was put on trial yesterday. Nearly half the day was consumed in securing a jury. About three o’clock the case was presented to the jury by the state’s attorney, on behalf of the People, and by W. Q. McGee, Esq., in behalf of the accused. The case will scarcely be given to the jury before this evening. As the facts have been published in The Bulletin we deem it proper not to repeat them during the pendency of the trial.

Judge Dougherty’s declining years seem to be filled with sorrow. Twice during his brief service on our circuit bench has he been called home on account of death in his family. First his son Alexander, and yesterday his granddaughter, who, living in his family, was endeared to him as one of his own children. We truly and sincerely sympathize with the old gentleman, as will all who know him, and hear of the measure of his afflictions.

(The 31 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)

Friday, 6 Jun 1879:
The bloody tragedy at Wahoo, in this county, on Tuesday last, resulted in the death of a ruffian who is better out of the world than in it. Monroe Sheppleman, getting drunk in Cape Girardeau, crossed over to Wahoo, where, entering the house of an old lady, named Jackson, he flourished his revolver, and dealt the frightened and inoffensive old lady several blows on the breast, leaving a bruise to tell for every blow. Then prancing up to another woman, he placed the pistol near her head, and fired. Much to the ruffian’s astonishment the brave woman not only did not flinch, but turned upon him, and denounced him as a coward, who was a bully only among women. Passing out of the house, the desperate devil espied Dr. Milam sitting on a fence, nearby, and firing upon him lodged a ball in his shoulder. By this time several citizens had gathered about the ruffian, and one of them dealt him a blow on the head with a stick of cordwood that dashed in his skull, and killed him instantly. He fell dead in his tracks, and his body, for several hours was permitted to lie where it had fallen. The name of the man who killed the desperado has not been given to the public, but let him be whom he may, he deserves the thanks of every lover of quiet and good order. The law is impotent in dealing with such fellows as Sheppleman, and no one will, in view of all the reported circumstances, deprecate the villain’s summary taking off. No grand jury in Christendom would listen to a complaint, founded upon an act of such merited retribution as was the act of killing the Wahoo savage. Sheppleman formerly lived near Wahoo, had been absent sometime, and was killed an hour or two after his return, precisely as he should have been, if the facts are truly reported.

(The deceased man’s name is recorded as Lum Shufflebarger or Shufflebarker in the 8 Jun 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

In a conversation with the colored man Ross, who was on trial for murder, he declared most solemnly that if he had the choice between imprisonment for life and hanging, he’d quickly and eagerly choose the latter. Ross is a fine looking negro man, of more than average intelligence.


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.

And 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.

Saturday, 7 Jun 1879:
The Glass murder trial is fixed for today; Judge Harker feels that he must leave this evening, the case will probably be postponed. P. S.—Judge Dougherty will resume his seat.

The finding against Thomas Ross was for murder. Although an interval of seventeen years seems interminable, the prisoner can greatly shorten it by good behavior. If Ross strictly observes prison discipline and is tractable and willing, his seventeen years will be reduced to eleven. After an imprisonment of five years, every six months counts as a year—a fact that is not generally known. Had the jury aimed at Ross’ imprisonment for a term of seventeen years, the verdict would have declared for twenty-four years.

Circuit court adjourned yesterday afternoon at 3 o’clock, to convene this morning at 8—Judge Dougherty resuming the bench. The Glass murder case will be called the first thing. Rather than receive a sentence of life, which the court promised in case should he plead, and be proven guilty, Glass preferred a trial “by the county” at whose hands he expects a greater leniency.


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.

The 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.
H. H. Candee, Sr. Warden, Chairman
Miles Fred’k Gilbert, Clerk of Vestry.

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:

The 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.
J. D. Easter, Rector of Trinity Church, Jacksonville
Albert E. Wells, Rector of St. Mark’s, Chester
Joseph E. Martin, Rector of Trinity Church, Lincoln
William M. Steel, Missionary at Centralia and Carlyle
R. P. Johnston, Springfield
H. W. Hubbard, Centralia
Cairo, Ill., June 3, A. D., 1879.

Sunday, 8 Jun 1879:

Quite 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 made.
Clear Creek, June 4th, 1879

Judge Dougherty appeared in his seat yesterday morning, but only to adjourn court sine die. His presence is required in Jonesboro Monday, and as he foresaw that the Glass murder case could not be disposed of in a single day, he refused to call it up; it, therefore, goes over until next term, which will probably be held in July.

Tuesday, 10 Jun 1879:
Mrs. E. A. Conley died yesterday, at her home, corner Twenty-second and Poplar streets, from the effects of an abscess in her side. Because of this affliction Mrs. C. had been confined to her bed continuously for a period of eleven months. She was 57 years of age, and leaves two sons, John and Thomas, industrious and respectable citizens.

In concluding her reference to the killing of Shufflebarger, at Wahoo, in this county, on the 4th instant, our Clear Creek correspondent remarks that the “fatal blow was given by Thomas Jackson—No arrest made.” Unless Jackson desires an inquiry in the matter for his own vindication, no arrest ought to be made. Shufflebarger came into the village intoxicated; avowed a purpose to kill somebody; with a revolver in hand drove a citizen out of his own saloon; took deliberate aim, fired and wounded a second citizen; assaulted inoffending females and in divers other ways showed that he intended to make good his threat. When knocked on the head he was in a struggle with a citizen, and it may well be argued that the struggle would have resulted fatally to the citizen, had the desperado had time to use his revolver. In season to prevent such a bloody crime, the man who had been driven from his own house, brained the ruffian with a stick of cordwood. Instead of arresting Jackson for such a deed, he should receive a vote of thanks; be elected marshal of Wahoo, and be made the recipient of a handsome medal for ridding the community of the presence of an incarnate scourge.

            (His name is given as William Jackson in the 8 Jun 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 15 Jun 1879:
Old Aunt Mary, a colored woman who lived in the family of Dr. Wood for a period of fifteen years, died Friday of dropsy, and was buried yesterday.

(“Aunt 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)

Central City near Centralia is convulsed. A quite, well-meaning citizen, named Brown, and his captious brother-in-law quarreled last Friday about the division of some money. Brown, who had a shotgun on his shoulder, tried to avoid a fight, but the brother-in-law insisted upon “having it out.” He was most insultingly persistent, and finally bearing his breast, he taunted Brown with cowardice because he didn’t shoot. From this point the story goes on to say that in less than two seconds there was a hole in the brother-in-law’s breast large enough to admit the passage of the clenched fist to the cavity of the body.

Wednesday, 18 Jun 1879:

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.
Fannie B. Holliday, President
F. W. Burton, Secretary
Carlinville, Ills., June 12, 1879

When on Saturday last, we spoke of the successful removal of the ovarian tumor from Mrs. A. Lohr, and the hopes entertained of her final recovery, we indicated doubts as to the realization of the hopes. Like nine out of every ten women who subject themselves to the operation, Mr. Lohr was unable to rally and on Monday evening last, despite the most skillful medical attention Chicago could furnish, she died. While her death will be deeply and sincerely mourned, it is true nevertheless, that her affliction was one for which there is no known cure. It was her special desire, we understand, to undergo the operation. Without it her existence would have been prolonged but a few months. The operation could do nothing more than hasten the inevitable, and it offered the only known way to reach a cure. The body, in charge of the bereaved husband, will be brought to Cairo today, at 2 o’clock p.m. Funeral notice tomorrow.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Catherine Maria frau von Andreas Lohr Sept. 28, 1836-June 16, 1879.—Darrel Dexter)

Joe Brown, the wretched half-cared for consumptive, was removed yesterday from his poor quarters in the building on the east side of Commercial just above Twelfth to St. Mary’s Hospital. If the poor boy had any friends, they were evidently unable to bestow upon him the required attention.

Lum Shufflebarger, the ruffian recently knocked in the head, in the village of Wahoo, in this county, is known to be the same man who, a number of years ago, knocked a man in the head with a stone, near Dongola, and then placed the body on the railroad track. He was arrested, and for a while confined in the Alexander County jail. Whether he was acquitted of the charge or served out his term in the penitentiary, we can’t say, but persons in Cairo know him as the man who was tried for the murder. And thus, after a time, he died by much the same means he adopted to kill another.

Thursday, 19 Jun 1879:
Died.—At Santa Fe, Ills., June 16th, after a brief illness, Mrs. Mattie Story.

It is 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.”

A sad accident occurred at Craig’s Head, Mo., on Saturday, the 14th inst. One of the hands in the employment of the government at that place fell from a height of about fifty feet and was almost instantly killed. He leaves a large family who depended upon his labors for support.

The funeral notice of Mrs. A. Lohr appears in another column. The procession will move from Mr. Lohr’s residence, on Eighth Street, at 1 o’clock p.m., and move to the Lutheran church on Thirteenth Street, from whence, after service, the remains will be escorted to the train, which will be in waiting at the foot of Twelfth Street, to convey them to Villa Ridge.

FUNERAL of Mrs. Andrew Lohr will leave residence at one o’clock sharp, and go to the German Lutheran Church, on Thirteenth Street. Train will leave Twelfth Street for Villa Ridge at 2:30 p.m.

Friday, 20 Jun 1879:
The funeral procession that escorted the remains of Mrs. A. Lohr from the church to the train and attended them to the grave was one of the largest that has been seen in the city for several years.  The five coaches in waiting to carry the friends to Villa Ridge were filled to repletion.  The general and genuine sympathy thus manifested must have been gratefully received by the bereaved husband and other members of deceased’s family.
From one of our citizens who visited Ullin, Wednesday, we learn that the town is in an uproar of excitement.  The body of a young infant had just been fished from a well, where, judging from appearances, it had lain several weeks.  The body was wrapped in a quilt that was recognized as belonging to the family of Mr. Gunter, and, in the tumult of the time, this fact was construed as evidence of Mr. G.’s connection with or knowledge of the infanticide.  He was accordingly arrested, and it is said that a preliminary examination was held, yesterday.  We sincerely hope that Mr. G. will be able to relieve himself of all suspicion the ugly affair.  In our opinion, if the quilt tells any story at all, it testifies to Mr. Gunter’s innocence.  He is an intelligent man, and the idea that he would wrap the body of a child he intended to murder, in bed clothing that would point directly to his own guilt, is not to be entertained for a moment.  It would not be the act of a sane man.  Until further facts are disclosed, it is but just to Mr. G. for his friends to delay judgment.
The large attendance at the funeral services of Mrs. A. Lohr, deceased, held in the Lutheran church, yesterday, furnished a gratifying proof of the high esteem in which deceased was held by those who knew her.  But while she is thus deeply lamented, it is scarcely probable that she would, were it a matter of will with her, return to the life of suffering from which death has freed her.  All that money and medical skill could do for her relief was freely done, but without avail.  We are told that a number of years ago, she addressed an eminent German surgeon, in the old country, intending to make the trip across the ocean to undergo the operation that recently resulted in her death, if the answer gave her any encouragement.  The surgeon replied that the chances against her recovery from so fearful an ordeal were not less than 59 out of 60.  Hence, when she left Cairo for Chicago, she well knew that the probabilities were quite all against her return alive.  She must have felt that she was going out to her death.  But the meager hope of escaping the life that was no longer tolerable, encouraged her to assume the risk,

Saturday, 21 Jun 1879:
The information given by us yesterday morning concerning the Ullin sensation was furnished by a citizen of Cairo who had returned from that village only the day before.  It seems, however, that if the assurances we received yesterday be true, the information was, in some particulars, faulty.  We now have it that the dead child was fished from the well by a young man named Al Brown, that it was a fully developed infant, and had been in the water only a few days.  Mr. Gunter was not arrested, but had confessed that the quilt that covered the body, had been in use in his family.  The coroner’s jury had failed to arrive at any definite conclusion, other than that the infant had been intentionally drowned.  As we remarked yesterday, the finding of Mr. G.’s quilt about the body is a circumstance that goes far to relieve Mr. G. of any suspicion of complicity with the affair.  The sane man who commits such a crime tries to hide his guilt.  To say that Mr. G. had any hand in this ugly affair is equivalent to saying that he was destitute of ordinary sense and discretion, or that he was indifferent to exposure.  Nobody will assume either the one or the other.

Sunday, 22 Jun 1879:
Aida Elizabeth, infant daughter of Joseph and Bridget Brankle, died on Friday evening at 7 o’clock.  We did not learn the nature of the ailment.

Tuesday, 24 Jun 1879:
The report that a colored man had been murdered a short distance above Mound City, Saturday evening, is confirmed.  The incoming passenger train ran over the body, which had evidently been dead several hours, as it was cool, and the blood in the veins so thoroughly coagulated that the severing the head from the trunk caused no flow.  The murdered man had been seen in Mound City Saturday forenoon, and it is believed that he was murdered for the few dollars he had received for his week’s labor.  This, by the way, is a mere conjecture.
Up to the conclusion of his harvest work Joe Dupoyster, at the mouth of Mayfield Creek, had in his employment, a man named Sam Kilgour and his son.  Having no further use for the pair he paid them off and they left the neighborhood.  A few days afterwards a couple of officers visited Mayfield in search of the Kilgours.  They were wanted in one of the counties of the “Purchase” to answer the charge of murder.  One of them was captured in south Ballard, but the other succeeded in making his escape, and is said to have passed through Cairo yesterday.  The details of the charge against them is that during the harvest of 1878, they had some words with a farmer, for whom they were working, and announcing their determination to quit, demanded their money.  The farmer, also high tempered, perhaps, refused to respond to the demand, whereupon the Kilgours set upon him with their knives, left him horribly mutilated and dead in his own field, and then fled the country.  Much excitement prevailed in the neighborhood, but all search for the fugitives failed to disclose their hiding places.  Finally $1,200 reward was offered for their capture, it is said, and this offer begat the vigilance that resulted in the arrest of one of the murderers, as above stated.  The one still at large will probably seek employment in southern Illinois.  He is described as over six feet in height, has light hair and whiskers, the eye of a rogue, and broad shouldered, though rather slim.  Further details might be obtained by addressing Mr. Dupoyster.  All the facts that were given into our possession are detailed above.

            (The name is spelled Kilgore in the 26 Jun 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 25 Jun 1879:
Mike Higgins, a man about forty-five years of age, died in this city, about 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon, of hemorrhage of the lungs.  He leaves a wife and three children, but all the children are grown.
Justice Cunningham informed us yesterday, that the coroner’s jury that sat over the beheaded body of the negro man, found on the C. and V. railroad track above Mound City, came to the conclusion that deceased came to his death by being run over by the cars.  Conjectures that the negro had been murdered several hours before, and that the body had been placed on the track are not supported either by the appearance of the body or the facts drawn out during the inquest.  Justice says the body was not cold, as alleged, and that there were not wounds upon it that might not have been inflicted by the cars.  We had written thus far, when a pestiferous visitor, who had been following our pencil, blurted in our ears:  “I’ll bet you the bananas that Justus never heard a word about the affair outside of what The Bulletin published this morning!”  We made no reply, but left the pest to the tortures of his conscience the same as we leave the intelligent reader to place his own estimate upon the value of Justus’ information.
MRS. A. LOHR—Resolutions of Respect.

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.

Thursday, 26 Jun 1879:
Mrs. Mattie Story, of Santa Fe Precinct, in this county, died last Wednesday in childbed.  Mrs. Story was, we believe, a daughter of the late Green Massey.
Minnie Glover, the frail creature whose name became conspicuous in connection with an attempt to enforce quarantine, last summer, died, on Tuesday last, in the city of St. Louis.
We referred in Monday’s issue, to the arrest of a man named Kilgore, who had been working for Joe Dupoyster, and gave, as we received them, the details of the murder in which Kilgore was particeps crimes.  We have since learned Wilford Kilgore, a man 63 years old and his two sons were all concerned in the perpetration of the crime, that the old man and his son William were arrested, but that the other son effected his escape.  The murder was committed in Webster County, Kentucky, about three years ago, the Kilgores being tenants of the murdered man, whose name was T. B. Randolph.  The Kilgores refused to pay a balance of $50 due on rent, and Randolph levied upon their tobacco.  This angered the Kilgores and William arming himself with a rifle repaired to the field where Randolph was engaged, and shot him dead.  They then fled the country, and have been living together in Ballard County ever since.  It is believed that the fugitive was in Cairo at the time the Webster County officers arrived with his father and brother under arrest.  From here it is conjectured that he made his way up the line of the Illinois Central, and that he is now employed on some farm not a hundred miles from this city.

            (The name is spelled Kilgour in the 24 Jun 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 27 Jun 1879:
The remains of Mr. Michael Higgins, who died Tuesday evening, will be taken from his residence on Twenty-seventh Street today at 1 o’clock to St. Patrick’s Church, and thence conveyed to Villa Ridge by special train, which will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 3 o’clock. Friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.
The Union County News says that Dr. Holden continues to be a severe sufferer from his cancer.  John Moyer, a nephew of Dr. Arter, also at Jonesboro, has been at the point of death from the same terrible affliction for several years.  His face presents a most revolting spectacle, and the poor fellow is said to be suffering the tortures of the damned.
The Macomb Eagle learned but recently of the death of Col. Watkins.  It speaks of the Colonel as “one of the ablest and most useful members of the Thirteenth General Assembly, as a pure patriot and unflinching Democrat and an honest man, whose death will be deeply lamented by hosts of friends in all parts of Illinois.”  This tribute comes a little late, but it is deserved, every word of it.
The lamented Joe Cormick served the corporation of Centralia two terms as mayor.  The council with which Joe served, failing to allow him his second years’ salary, all subsequent councils refused to allow it because of the failure.  Joe made no fuss about it, although hard run, at times, and much in need of the money.  Now that he is dead, the Centralia authorities feel that they dealt illiberally with the old fellow, and have made all the reparation they can make, by allowing the widow $200—the amount of salary Joe would have received had it been paid when earned.  The council should not, however, have coupled the allowance with the suggestion that the money be used in the erection of a monument to deceased.  Mrs. Cormick may and no doubt will need the money for her own maintenance, but whether she does or does not, the matter of building a monument, at her own expense, over the body of her dead husband, should have been left wholly to her own determination.

Saturday, 28 Jun 1879:
A child of Mr. and Mrs. William Broeke will be buried this afternoon, in the Seven-Mile graveyard.  This child is the fourth that these sadly afflicted parents have been called upon to bury in the “City of the Dead,” within a comparatively short space of time.
By a postal card from Mr. L. F. Crain, we are informed that funeral services will be held over the remains of Judge Brown, in the family residence near Villa Ridge, at 2 o’clock this afternoon.  We are not informed whether the body will be buried in the Villa Ridge Cemetery or be conveyed to deceased’s former home, in Paris, Ky.—we presume, however, it will be interred temporarily at least, at Villa Ridge.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Alex M. Brown 1818-1879, Merry G. Maxwell Brown, His Wife, 1821-1898.—Darrel Dexter)
Our readers will receive the announcement of Judge A. M. Brown’s death alike with feelings of surprise and sorrow.  A telegram to Judge Yocum, yesterday, brought the intelligence that Judge Brown died at his home in Villa Ridge at half past 3 o’clock, yesterday morning, but added no particulars.  The judge located at Villa Ridge in the year 1859, and resided there uninterruptedly to the time of his death.  He was a gentleman of fine intellectual culture, a reputable lawyer and before locating in Pulaski County, was an editor of influence and of widely recognized ability.  At the time of his death he was county judge of his county—a position he filled ably and to the entire satisfaction of the people.  In every position and relation of life he was a gentleman, as guiltless of mean and belittling instincts and impulses as any man we ever knew.  He left a wife and grown daughter, and a comfortable home for their enjoyment, but little beyond that, unless he carried an insurance upon his life. Concerning the disposition of his body we will probably be advised today.

Sunday, 29 Jun 1879:
Bob Reynolds, living in the Mississippi Bottom, near the old Hamburgh Landing, on last Tuesday, shot the old man Frazier through the heart, killing him instantly. We are not in possession of the particulars in the case, but the difficulty came up on account of Reynolds’ hogs getting in Frazier’s wheat.  At this writing Reynolds is in the Jonesboro jail.
Full Details of the Bloody Occurrence from a Correspondent Living in the Neighborhood.

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.

The 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.
Ne Plus Ultra
Clear Creek, June 26th

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.

From 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.
Mr. Reynolds, confined in the county jail for murder of his tenant, Mr. Frazier, is a little, mild visaged old man, who looks incapable of inflicting harm upon anything.  He will not weigh to exceed 110 pounds, probably, and is 60 or 65 years of age.  The man he killed was a large man, of great physical strength and about 60 or 65 years old, also.
Mr. Reynolds, charged with the murder of Mr. W. H. Frazier, is now in our county jail, having been brought from the jail of Union County, Friday evening, on a writ of habeas corpus sued out before Judge Baker.  Should the witnesses and attorneys all be on hand the case will be heard by Judge Baker tomorrow, and the question decided whether the accused to be admitted to bail, else, we might have excluded it until after the hearing; although the statements made have already, in different form, been widely published. We have not desire to “warp” the ends of justice in the interest or to the injury of either the living or dead.  P.S.—After writing the above, the attorneys and a part of the witnesses arrived, and about 7 o’clock p.m., the court commenced examining the witnesses.
Mr. Gunter’s Vindication

Some 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:
Editor Bulletin:

The local items in your paper, touching the “Ullin Sensation” demand some explanation.
The facts as gathered from parties on the spot, are as follows:

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
yours, etc.
M. D. Gunter
Pulaski, June 26, 1879.
H. L. Nickens, Esq.

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.
Yours truly, etc.
M. D. Gunter
Ullin, Ills., June 28, 1879
Mr. M. D. Gunter:

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.
H. L. Nickens
Foreman of the Jury

Tuesday, 1 Jul 1879:
Joe Lee, a poor man, who is in the last stages of consumption, realized from his mocking bird, which was disposed of by raffle, the sum of $13.50—a sum that will certainly be very acceptable to him in his present straightened circumstances.
Mr. Reynolds, in custody for the killing of his tenant, Frazier, declines to be interviewed respecting the bloody affair to which he was a party.  He no doubt realizes the full extent of the responsibility attaching to him, and is unwilling that any fact connected with the murder shall stand as confessed.  It is said that in early life he fitted himself for the law, but his inclination not running in that direction he adopted the pursuit of farming, at which he has made a considerable fortune.  The magnitude of his operations can be inferred when we remark that Frazier had leased four hundred acres of ground from him, yet Frazier was only one of many tenants.  He is said to be worth less than $50,000. But of course, that fact will not shield him from the vengeance of the law, if he is really guilty.  How can it?
After a patient hearing of the pros and cons of the Reynolds-Frazier murder case, Judge Baker, yesterday, decided to admit the prisoner to bail, fixing his bond at ten thousand dollars.  The prisoner did not have to leave the courthouse to find his sureties, as Capt. Os. Greenley and Hon. Jesse Ware, either of whom is worth more than twice the amount of the bond, stepped forward and offered themselves as the accused’s bondsmen.  While the affirmative evidence was very strong against Mr. Reynolds, it was in proof, nevertheless, that Frazier was a powerful man, physically, while Reynolds is quite frail.  It was further urged, by physicians, who were put upon the stand, that continued imprisonment would greatly imperil the prisoner’s life.  In view of all these facts, the Judge concluded to admit him to bail, fixing his bond at a sum that would insure his appearance when wanted.
St. Louis is enjoying the excitement consequent upon a counterpart of the Hull murder case.  On Saturday morning last, Mrs. Dieckman, a farmer’s wife, living with her husband, twenty miles from the city, was found lying across her bed, with three bullet holes though her head. Her dress was torn to shreds, her wrists and throat bore marks that testified to rough handling and a terrible struggle. About 4 o’clock the same morning the husband left home with a load of marketing for St. Louis.  When he was two or three hundred yards on his way, he looked back, saw his hired man, Joseph Stoeckli, enter the back door of the house.  At six o’clock the woman’s dead body was discovered.  It is known that she was alive when the husband left.  It is known that the husband and wife lived together most happily, and it is further known that the wife had an instinctive dread of Stoeckli.  In these facts there was something upon which to build a theory, and the St. Louis police force in attendance, with a sagacity equal to that shown by the New York Police in the Hull case, concluded that the husband was the guilty party!  He was overtaken on his way home.  He had heard of the murder, and was utterly heart broken, betraying all the signs of grief that indicate genuine sorrow and bereavement, yet he was seized by the police and locked up as the murderer of his wife, to whom, it is alleged, he was most devotedly attached, and who, but a few weeks before had borne until him his first child.  Of course it was idle for him to protest his innocence, to express his horrors of the suspicion against him or to offer to satisfy the bull-headed police that he could not have committed the crime, however, much he might have felt inclined to do so.  They heeded his request, however, to take Stoeckli under arrest, and in so doing, betrayed the only symptom of sanity that has, thus far, characterized their conduct.

Wednesday, 2 Jul 1879:
Mrs. Mary Hegler, wife of the esteemed commander of this steamer (Golden City), who has suffered for many months, died in Cincinnati on Sunday.
The family of Mr. Corliss was called to Metropolis Monday, to attend the funeral of Mr. Corliss’ brother’s child.
Thursday, 3 Jul 1879:
A colored man named Dick Smith died of consumption, in the barracks, about one o’clock yesterday morning.
Tuesday, 8 Jul 1879:
Beauman, the man who killed lawyer Williamson, in Cape Girardeau, about three years ago, and furnished bail for his appearance to answer, in the sum of $10,000, was in the city yesterday.  He certainly doesn’t look like a man upon whose conscience rests the consciousness of a murder.

Wednesday, 9 Jul 1879:
A colored man named Kimbro, who left Cairo a few weeks ago to go to Chicot, Arkansas, died at that place last Friday.
The infant daughter and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Gilhoffer, died in this city yesterday afternoon.  They command the hearty sympathy of their friends and of the public generally.  See funeral notice elsewhere.
Mrs. Rose Dunlevy died at her home in Pittsburg on Sunday last.  Mrs. Dunlevy, formerly Miss Rose Carter, was well known to Cairo young people and to many of them she was endeared by ties of no common friendship.

(Rose M. Carter married Paul Donlevid on 29 Oct 1874, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
DIED, in this city at the hour of 2:15 p.m., July 8th, Laura Rosa, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Gilhoffer, aged 15 months and 28 days.  The remains with the friends in attendance will leave the residence on Washington Avenue, one door south of Ninth Street, for St. Patrick’s Church, at 1 o’clock p.m.  At half past 2 o’clock the remains will be moved from the church to the special train in waiting to convey them to Villa Ridge for burial.  Friends are respectfully invited.

(A 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)

Thursday, 10 Jul 1879: 
A colored woman named Harriet Wright came in from Horse Shoe mills yesterday, bringing her two children with her.  Finding the police headquarters, she made a stump speech, demanding, in a loud voice to know then and there what provision the city intended to make for her.  She had tried to make a living for herself, and failed, and she now notified the city, that she and her children must be provided for.  Her troubles were enough, without being compelled to hunt around for bread to stave off starvation. Her husband had been killed at the East Cairo incline on the 18th of last April, and ever since then she had known nothing “but trouble and satisfaction.”  Sorry was she to see the day that parted her from her old master, and all she now asked was to be sent back to him in Union City. Once there she would be taken care of.  What disposition was finally made of Mrs. Wright we did not learn.  Her husband, as stated by her, met a frightful death at the East Cairo incline, last April.
Sunday, 13 Jul 1879:

With Headquarters Near Cave-in-Rock, Exact Damning Scenes of Murder, Assassination and Bloodshed—The Law-Abiding People Terrorized, and the Law Impotent—An Appalling Chapter of Horrors—The Conjectured Outcome, Etc.

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.

On the 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.

To say, 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.

It was 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:
LICKPORT HEADQUARTERS:—To Jack Oldham and the balance of the damned Oldhams:  You have two weeks to clear out or hell will be your doom.

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:

This is 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 through you.
W.C. and gess the rest God damn you.

He 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.

There 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.

This 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.
The funeral train that went out on the Illinois Central, yesterday, conveyed to Villa Ridge the remains of a child of Mr. and Mrs. Luther Ghilchrist.

Tuesday, 15 Jul 1879:
Our fellow citizen Mr. Moses Foss, has an undue share of domestic afflictions.  Within a comparatively brief space of time he has been called upon to mourn the death of his wife, then his youngest child, and a day or two ago he received intelligence of the death of his son Lewis, an exceptionally bright boy, who died in Gayoso, Mo., on the last day of June, from an attack of brain fever.  Several weeks before Lewy had received a severe blow on the head, and to that cause his sickness and death are ascribed.
It is stated that the 25th day of July being the centennial anniversary of the garrisoning of Fort Jefferson will be duly celebrated by the residents of the locality, who prospect to invite the people of Cairo and surrounding country to unite with them.  About twenty years ago, we collected from ReynoldsLife and Times and other sources an interesting history of the old fort, which we will reproduce in The Bulletin, if we can find it.  The wife of Capt. Piggot died while the Indians were besieging the fort, and her body was buried in the enclosure. For that reason, and the further fact that ordinance was never removed, much interest would be given to the proposed demonstration, if the exact location of the fort could be determined.
Judge Ray, of the Memphis criminal court, one of the six yellow fever cases, that developed themselves in that city, died at 9 o’clock Sunday morning. Before the breath had left his body, his grave had been dug, and two hours after death his body was buried.  Joe was buried by the Masons.  His son, at last accounts, was not expected to live, and two of the cases that were reported as intermittent fever, have since had a fatal termination.  This is the dark side of the picture.  The bright side is that, notwithstanding the intensity of the weather, no new cases have been reported since last Thursday evening, many of the refugees have returned, and the excitement has entirely subsided.

Wednesday, 16 Jul 1879:
The “Bad Belts” Come to the Front—Much Denial and Numerous Countercharges—A Terrible State of Affairs Disclosed—The Darkest Spot, for the Time Being, in the State of Illinois

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.”

The 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
Truth crushed to earth will rise again
The eternal years of God are hers;
But error, wounded, writhes in pain,
And lies amid her worshippers.
I feel sure, and I know that the sober judgment of the people will not be swerved from right, truth and justice, by the wicked venom of the anonymous slanderer, but they will judge of me and my action as all men should be judged:  by the irrefragable truth as it will be developed from the mouths of the witnesses on the trial of my cause.  No honorable man should ask for more; no honorable man should be content with less.
Logan Belt
Judge Green leaves the city this morning for Shawneetown, where he will conduct the defense in the case of The People vs. Logan Belt, under an indictment for murder.  What manner of man Belt is, and what sort of scenes have been enacted in Hardin County of late years, are indicated in the Belt communication to be found on our editorial page.
The outgoing passenger train Sunday evening with Dad Leavitt in charge of the engine, ran over a negro woman at Villa Ridge and tore her all to pieces.  The woman was seen on the track and was duly notified of the coming of the train by all the usual signals, but seemed to be rooted to the spot in which she stood, making no discernable effort to save herself.  The engine was promptly reversed and the brakes whistled down, but it was impossible to check up in time to avoid the catastrophe.  The woman was knocked down, horribly mangled and killed outright.  The train stopped, and remained on the ground for some time.  The woman was a resident of the locality, but our informant had forgotten her by name.

Thursday, 17 Jul 1879:
The Thomas McAuliff murder case has been set for trial in our circuit court on Thursday next week.
A negro man named Sam Talfay, who is well known in Cairo, was shot and killed, not far from Tanner’s store in Missouri, about six o’clock Tuesday evening, by a colored Baptist preacher named Stephen Lee. About half past four, Sam was at the landing, where Mr. Clarke was loading some produce, for Cairo.  Sam had evidently been drinking.  Approaching Mr. Clarke, he remarked that he had had a fuss with Lee, and was going to kill him. “Shake hands with me Mr. Clarke, for I’ll never see you again.”  Clarke observing that the man had been drinking, paid but little attention to the threats against Lee’s life, although the fellow seemed to be terribly in earnest.  A few minutes afterwards Sam shouldered his gun and left the river bank.  He had been gone less than ten minutes when the report of firearms was heard—four shots in rapid succession. Parties present hurried to the spot from whence the reports seemed to come, and found Sam’s dead body lying in the road.  It appears that he met Lee, who was also armed with a gun, and opened fire on him, discharging both barrels without effect. Lee returned the fire with the result stated, one charge taking effect in Sam’s breast and the other striking him in the abdomen.  The coroner’s jury that was immediately called to inquire into the manner of Talfay’s death decided that Lee had killed him in defense of his own life. Talfay formerly did service in the Greenfield skiff ferry.  Although not a bad man, he occasionally yielded to the seductions of the whisky jug. Lee is said to be a quiet, inoffensive black man.

Died at 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:
Mr. Van Cleve, assistant of Mr. George E. O’Hara, of the Phoenix Drug Store, received a telegram, yesterday, informing him of the dangerous illness of his mother, and asking him to come home immediately. Mr. V. left by the first conveyance.
The colored man Charley Glass will be put upon trial for the murder, on Monday next.  As the Bulletin published full details of the affair the day after the crime was committed, it will be a difficult matter to obtain a jury, as quite everybody in the county has, for the reason stated, been familiarized with the details.  Mr. Leek will conduct the defense.

Saturday, 19 Jul 1879:
Robert Reynolds, the old man who recently shot and killed one of his tenants and was admitted to bail in the sum of ten thousand dollars, was in the city, yesterday.  We have heard it intimated that his case will be brought from Union to Alexander County for trial, by change of venue.  Our Clear Creek correspondent intimated the prevalence of a hostile feeling among Mr. R.’s neighbors—a fact that would seem to warrant the proposed change.

Sunday, 20 Jul 1879:
DIED.—On July 10th, Oscar Russell, died at his residence, four miles above this place (Thebes).  Mr. Russell has been a citizen of this community about twelve years, and was a kind-hearted, hard-working man.  His illness was only of about three days’ duration.  Mr. R. leaves a wife and ten children.
DIED—Mrs. Eliza Cotner, at her residence on July 12. Mrs. Cotner was the wife of one of the landholders here (Thebes) and was well thought of by all who knew her.  Mrs. Cotner has been lingering with consumption for about fifteen months, during which time no money has been spared to procure medical aid, but all in vain.  On the evening of the 11th she seemed better than usual, but in the night she grew worse and died before morning.

(Eliza Wright married John Cotner on 23 Jul 1846, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Mrs. Norman’s child and Mrs. Kiggins’ grandchild died in the upper part of the city Friday, of cholera infantum, superinduced by teething.
Three days ago Rev. Fred L. Thomson, formerly pastor of the M. E. church of this city, was lying at his home in Alton, seriously ill.  It was apprehended that he could not recover.  Father O’Haloran, of the same place, died on the 15th. Whether or not this is the same Father O’Haloran that at one time had charge of St. Patrick’s Church, in this city, we are unable to say.  We are inclined to the belief, however, that it is another O’Haloran.  Mr. Thomson’s many Cairo friends will regret most sincerely to hear of his serious illness

Tuesday, 22 Jul 1879:
Out of a regular panel of twenty-four men, only two jurors for the Glass case were obtained, yesterday forenoon, and just before adjournment for dinner the Court directed the sheriff to call in fifty talismen. 
The case of the People vs. Glass for the murder of Carter Newman in the Hole-in-the Wall last spring, was called yesterday morning.  The panel of twenty-four regular jurors was exhausted early in the day, only two of the number, Capt. George Hill and Thomas Sullivan, being accepted.  The sheriff was then directed to summon fifty talismen.  While the sheriff was thus engaged the two jurors chosen were committed to the care of Deputy Schutter.

Wednesday, 23 Jul 1879:
The Facts Involved in the Terrible Tragedy, As Stated by the State’s Attorney—What the Defense Relies Upon, Etc.—A Deeply Interesting Case.

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.

The 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.
We have surrendered considerable space to the state’s attorney’s statement of facts, because it harmonizes with the evidence drawn out before the coroner’s jury, and relieves us of the necessity of indulging in tedious literation.  Wherein the evidence for the People adds to or takes from the statement, shall be duly noted.  The evidence for the defense will be given more in detail.
Thursday, 24 Jul 1879:
George W. Fay, of Waukegan, shot himself on Monday.  He was formerly connected with the Fidelity Savings Bank of Chicago, the State Savings and other banking institutions of that city.  While in Chicago, a physician prescribed whiskey for dyspepsia with which Fay was suffering and he grew too fond of the bottle.  He leaves a wife, a grown up daughter, and a large circle of friends both in Waukegan and in Chicago to mourn his loss.
Peter Neff is dead—the pioneer hardware importer west of the Allegany’s.  He died at his home in Cincinnati Monday morning.
To hang Glass will be the most disagreeable duty Hodges has ever been called upon to perform; but, being a duty, he’ll not shrink from its performance.
When Charley Glass, the murderer of Carter Newman, was on the witness stand testifying in his own behalf, he evidently suffered great mental torture, especially when detailing how he dealt the blows that crushed Carter Newman’s skull.  At this time he became deeply agitated, and clapped his hands together continually, the noise probably diverting his mind somewhat from the bloody subject about which he was testifying.  His whole appearance was that of a man who saw, in all its horrid actuality, the bloody ghost of his victim, and the damning perfidy of his murderous deed.  The ghost of Newman would not down, neither would the damned spot of his life’s blood “out” for Glass’ bidding. There was something in the man’s apparent horror of himself and of the crime he had committed to excite pity, but not that pity that would step in to shield him from the penalty his heinous crime has invited.
The testimony for the defense, including so much of the defendant’s evidence as is corroborated, puts quite a different face upon the crime of which Glass is confessedly guilty.  There can be no doubt that the wretched man was in constant dread of Newman.  The beatings he had received, and threats of violence, the domineering disposition and air of insolence maintained by deceased, coupled with the physical ability to carry the threats into execution, all conspired to keep Glass in a constant state of fear, and of serious apprehension of bodily harm.  Newman had been ordered to leave the house, but, if Glass is to be believed, he not only refused to go, but defiantly told Glass that he intended to convert the place into a brothel and drive him off.  Glass felt himself powerless and calling the beatings he had received to mind, he had cause for continued exasperation, as well as for fear of violence.  Of course, it never occurred to him that the law was equal to the righting of this wrongs.  He took the only course that seemed open to him to rid himself of the constant menace and standing insult and terror he found in the person of Carter Newman.  He struck a blow that had all the energy that hate, fear and a desire for revenge could give, and knowing that the blow that freed him from the grip of terror, we can well imagine how a man of his instincts and grade of intelligence could express gratification that the blow had been given.
The Evidence on Both Sides—A Better Showing for the Accused, Who Recites a Story of Long Suffering and Patient Forbearance—Verdict of the Jury, Death.

The 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.
Quite a number of witnesses were examined for the People, and their evidence was carefully taken down with a view to its publication in The Bulletin; but as it is very voluminous, and is only confirmatory of the opening statement of the state’s attorney, as published by us yesterday, it would be but the repetition, in tedious detail of a thrice-told story, should we give it place.  We shall content ourself, therefore, by presenting a brief resume of Ruth Brown’s evidence, which is, except in a few immaterial particulars, equivalent to an aggregation of all the testimony presented for the People.
Ruth Brown being sworn, testified that last spring she lived in the Auger-Hole, the building in which the murder was committed.  She worked for Charley Glass, and was not acquainted with Newman until Glass brought him there.  Newman came one Saturday evening but went away on the river, returning the next week.  The second time he came he was there a whole week.  The witness then described the house as the state’s attorney described it.  On Tuesday night after Newman retuned Glass and witness had trouble, Newman came out of his room about daybreak and asked Glass to quit beating me, asking him if he intended to murder me.  When the door was opened witness ran out, and Newman and Glass were left alone.  From that time forth witness ran out, and Newman and Glass were left alone.  From that time forth witness refused to have anything to do with Glass and Mrs. McKerney cooked for them.  On the following Sunday witness was in the room of Mrs. McKerney.  Mrs. McK., Ellen McK., and Newman were also there.  Glass came in and bid Mrs. McK. good morning.  Newman desired to know why Glass didn’t speak to him—what he had against him.  Glass replied “Nothing.”  There was no further conversation between them.  The witness then detailed the preparation to go to the picture gallery.  She left Newman in the room.  When returning for the gallery an hour and a half later, met Glass in the street.  He took Ellen McK. and witness by the hand and bidding them good-bye, kept on up the street.  Both women returned to “Auger-Hole” Ellen went upstairs to make a fire and then rushed down screaming that somebody had killed Newman.

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.

The 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.”

And so, 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.

Friday, 25 Jul 1879:
A correspondent of the Chicago Times describes the murder of Carter Newman at the hands of Charley Glass as follows:  “A few steps brought him to Newman’s bedside, and in a few seconds more the poll of the axe crushed through the sleeping man’s skull, and buried itself midway between the eyes in his brain.”  What’s to be done now, with all those fellows who swore that the axe was buried in the back of the victim’s head?
Cairo, July 24th, 1879
To the Editor of the Bulletin:

I was 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 JUSTICE.
How He Feels and Acts—Thinks He Did Right, but Ought to Have Had Two Years for It—He Eats Heartily and Sleeps Well, and Is Unusually Animated—Doesn’t Want Religion “Stuffed at Him through the Gratings” and Holds a Man as a “Poor Stick” Who “Goes Back” on His Victuals

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:
Special to the Republican.

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.

The 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.
Tuesday, 29 Jul 1879:
A negro woman named Emma Gregory, living on Fifteenth Street, called on the overseer of the poor Sunday, for a pauper coffin for the body of her dead child.  The child, about eighteen months old, died Saturday morning, after an illness of a month or more.  After obtaining the coffin, another trouble presented itself.  She had no money with which to pay for the child’s burial, and her colored friends refused to respond to her appeals.  After lapse of two or three days parties enlisted for the labor, and put the body under the ground.
Wednesday, 30 Jul 1879:
Capt. Belt who is the recognized leader of the Hardin County Ku Klux was put upon trial in Shawneetown, last week, for the murder of a man named Oldham.  On Saturday the jury returned a verdict of “guilty of manslaughter,” and fixed the punishment at 15 years imprisonment in the penitentiary.  The Shawneetown Herald says:  “The verdict of the jury cannot be considered as a triumph of the Oldhams over the Belts, however, for the people were more favorably impressed by the appearance and conduct of the latter (both on and off the witness stand) than by the former—it is practical and forcible protest of the law-abiding people against appeal to arms to settle private difficulties.  It was a question as to which was most to blame, but Oldham had paid the penalty with his life and Belt was not to escape all penalty.  It is a warning to the revolver carrying people of Hardin, no matter to what gang they belong, that though “the mills of the Gods grind slow, they grind exceeding fine.”  If, as is asserted by many, Capt. Belt’s punishment is excessive, it will be easy for he and his friends to lessen it—he by good conduct in prison, and they by good conduct at home.  As matters now stand, the sympathies of the people are largely with the Belts.”
Mrs. Sullivan’s case is considered hopeless. Yesterday evening it was not believed that she would survive the night.

Thursday, 31 Jul 1879:
Mrs. Sullivan died yesterday morning at 9 o’clock.  The poor woman’s sufferings were protracted over a period of five or six weeks and during the past four or five days were most intense and excruciating.
Charles D. Arter Assassinated by John Hogan

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.

Friday, 1 Aug 1879:
The body of Mrs. Sullivan was conveyed to Villa Ridge Cemetery for burial via Illinois Central Wednesday afternoon.
As under the new law, a justice of peace cannot act as ex-officio coroner, if the coroner himself be in the county, it was thought advisable yesterday morning, to hold another inquest over the body of Charley Arter.  Accordingly, after summoning a jury, Coroner Fitzgerald and the jury repaired to Arter’s home, examined the body, and returned to the courthouse, where several witnesses were examined touching the cause of deceased’s death.  The evidence was almost identical with that drawn out before Squire Comings during the original inquiry.  Coroner Fitzgerald (after the jury had agreed upon a verdict) issued his mittimus, committing Mr. Hogan to the county jail, without bail.  It is perhaps due to Squire Comings to say that before responding to the request he told the first inquiry, he gave it as his opinion that the proceeding would have no legal effect, as the coroner had not gone beyond the limits of the county.  The friends of the deceased being anxious, however, that the body should be examined before removal, rather insisted upon the inquest being held, holding that defects could be cured by further action, and with that understanding the Squire proceeded to the inquiry.
Carmi has a sensation.  On Tuesday last a man named Brown armed with a shotgun, entered a field wherein an old negro man named Grant was at work.  Brown accused Grant of circulating ugly stories about his wife.  Grant denied it, and resuming his work, told Brown to go about his business.  Unseen by Grant, Brown approached to within a few feet, leveled his gun, and poured its contents into the old man’s body.  The wounded man ran a few steps, fell to the ground and died in three or four minutes.
On Wednesday evening last, Miss Hogan was standing in or near Mr. Haythorn’s store, and saw her brother fire the murderous shot that took Charley Arter’s life.  The shock to her nervous system was so great that she fell in a swoon.
The sad intelligence of his son’s violent death has not been communicated to Dr. Arter as yet, and as the information would give him a great shock and possibly hasten the end, which is not distant, at best, it is thought advisable to withhold the terrible story as long as possible.  Friends who may call upon him will please bear this fact in mind.
Charley Arter who came to such a tragic end Wednesday evening, held a life policy for five thousand dollars, in one of the solvent companies represented by Mr. Wells.  The money will be paid to the family as soon as the proper proofs are made.  This was certainly an exercise of prudent forethought, neglected by too many of us.
The funeral services over the remains of C. D. Arter will be conducted by the Rev. B. Y. George, at deceased’s residence, at half past 1 o’clock p.m.  The special train will leave the foot of Twentieth Street at half past 2, for the cemetery at Villa Ridge, where the body will be buried according to the forms of the Masonic fraternity.  Friends of the family are respectfully invited to be present.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Charles D. Arter Born Sept. 13, 1829, Died July 30, 1879.—Darrel Dexter)
We have been repeatedly importuned to denounce the killing of Charles D. Arter as the atrocious crime that the law and public opinion held it to be.  Were our whole mind and soul given up to feelings of hate and a desire for vengeance, we could scarcely wish to add a word to the testimony already before the public.  It tells in plain and unmistakenable terms that Hogan was not smarting under the sense of any fresh wrong.  Had this been so, he would have killed his victim, when on entering the saloon he met him face to face.  It further tells that he had deliberately determined to give Arter no chance for explanation, no chance to defend himself, no chance for his life.  To carry out this purpose, the evidence shows that he waited in the saloon until the only man who was likely to stay his arm, had passed to the street, that then he quietly approached Arter from behind, and sped the deadly missile upon its murderous work before his victim even became conscious of his presence.  That cowardice suggested assassination as the means of ridding the world of Charley Arter is not true.  The imputation of cowardice will not lie against John Hogan.  He has shown coolness and courage in too many desperate straits to be subjected to the accusation of cowardice now.  He had simply predetermined to take Arter’s life, to give him no chance for escape or defense.  How faithfully that determination was carried out the public has been informed.
Theron Gilson Tumbles Headlong into His Own Well and Drowns—Grave, but Unsupported Suspicions of Foul Play.

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.

(Theron 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)

Saturday, 2 Aug 1879:
Christ. Kelly, one of the steamboat carpenters that make their home in Cairo, is dangerously sick.  He is in one of the houses on 20th, between Commercial and Ohio Levee.
The services over the remains of C. D. Arter, deceased, at the residence were conducted by the Rev. B. Y. George, the house being inadequate to the accommodation of the large number present.  The body was buried according to the beautiful and impressive forms of the A. F. A. Masonic fraternity.
The family of Charley Arter desires us to extend an expression of their thanks for the evidence of sympathy and good will shown on the occasion of the funeral and burial services, yesterday afternoon.  That so large a number should take such a long walk or drive in oppressive heat of a noon day sun, and a scarcely less fatiguing railroad ride of thirty miles to the cemetery and return, is certainly indicative of a kindly sympathy and friendship that can be but illy repaid by a tender of thanks.  It was especially gratifying to the bereaved family and will be held by them in grateful remembrance.
The motion for a new trial in the Glass murder case was argued before Judge Harker, yesterday.  The motion was grounded on the affidavit of Glass that he had never been arraigned, and the absence of any record of the arraignment gave the affidavit the air of plausibility, at least.  But, on the other hand, Judge Dougherty, Prosecutor Mulkey, Bailiffs Olmsted, Redden and others, swore unequivocally that Glass was arraigned.  With such testimony before it the court could do nothing less than decide that that arraignment had been made.  The overruling of the motion for a new trial followed, and Glass was called to the bar to receive his sentence of death.  The judge decanted upon the enormity of the crime which accused stood convicted, spoke of the ability and diligence of the attorney who defended him, and then proceeded to the sentence, substantially as follows:  “It is therefore the sentence of this court, Charles Glass, that you be removed from hence to the jail of the county, where you shall be retained until the 21st day of August next, and then be removed from thence to an enclosure on the courthouse premises, to be prepared for the purpose, and therein, between the hours of 1 and 4 o’clock p.m. of said day, be hanged by the neck until you are dead! Dead! Dead; and may God Almighty have mercy on your soul.”  The Judge and many of the audience were deeply affected, but Glass was as stolid and indifferent as he could have been, had he been in no manner concerned in the ceremony.  We do not exaggerate when we say that, to all appearances, he was the least affected man in the courtroom.

Sunday, 3 Aug 1879:
The simple announcement in The Bulletin yesterday, that Chris Kelley, a steamboat carpenter, was lying at his boarding house on Twentieth Street seriously sick, begat a suspicion in many minds that Mr. Kelley, being a steamboat man, was sick of yellow fever.  There is certainly no foundation for such a suspicion.  Mr. Kelley has been in the city 15 or 20 days, and is suffering from a very serious attack of bloody flux.

Tuesday, 5 Aug 1879:
Sam Fisher, who has been reported dead, two or three times, was alive yesterday, but very sick.
Mr. Lum Stites’ little two-year-old child died, yesterday, of cholera infantum.  The season seems to be a peculiarly severe one on little children.
Mrs. C. D. Arter is anxious to recover her husband’s glasses.  As he was reading a newspaper at the time or immediately before he was shot, it is likely that the glasses were dropped by him on the sidewalk, while he was seeking the shelter of the neighboring entrance.
Thursday, 7 Aug 1879:
The remains of Doctor Arter will be buried with Masonic forms and ceremonies.  He had been connected with the order about thirty-five years and left a written request that his body be put away to its last resting place by his brethren of the mystic tie.
At a late hour yesterday evening, Christ Kelly was believed to be at the very point of death.  His attending physician, Dr. Sullivan, thought it quite impossible that the patient would survive the night.  Kelly had many friends in the city and on the river who will be greatly saddened by the intelligence of his death.
One of the deaths at Memphis Monday was that of Rev. Father Doyle, a Catholic clergyman who through all the terrors of the plague had stood sturdily at his post, nursing the sick consoling the dying and ministering indefatigable to the distressed of the stricken city.  At last, overcome by his noble labors, he fell a victim to the epidemic, and Monday his martyr soul went to its reward, and his worn out body was consigned to its last resting place.  The self-abnegation, the devotion, the fidelity and the calm heroism that we see in the life and death of such a man speak more for the hallowing influence of the Christian faith than all the preachings and teachings of ages.—[Ex.

The funeral train that is to convey the remains of Doctor Arter to Villa Ridge for burial, will leave the foot of Tenth Street at half past two o’clock this afternoon, the funeral procession leaving the home of deceased on Tenth Street, a few minutes before that time.  Services at the house at 2 p.m.  The friends of the family are invited to attend.

            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.

Friday, 8 Aug 1879:
The funeral ceremonies over the remains of Dr. Arter, yesterday, called out an unusually large number of citizens, including the members of the Masonic lodge of which he had long been a member.  The services at the house consisted of appropriate reading by Dr. C. W. Dunning, from the “Truth Seeker’s Collections,” and the singing, in quartette of that most beautiful of hymns, “Nearer My God to Thee,” by Mrs. Capt. W. P. Halliday, Miss Annie Pitcher, Mrs. Van Dorn, and Col. Wood, with organ accompaniment by Miss Ida Harrell.  Four compactly filled coaches of friends and relatives accompanied the body to the grave and were joined there by a large number of persons who had come from Caledonia and other points, ten or twelve miles distant.  The body was committed to the grave at the base of the double shaft monument (erected some years ago under deceased’s individual supervision) by his brother Masons, the ceremonies being conducted by Mr. John McEwen.  The crowd then retired, leaving the practical Masons to encase the casket in brick and cement, in accordance with deceased’s directions.
For many years Dr. Arter has had all his personal affairs “well in hand,” leaving none of the details in doubt and uncertainty.  Full directions were left by him as to the disposition of his body, his monument having been erected several years ago under his own personal supervision.  In some things he was peculiar, perhaps, as for instance in leaving directions that the casket containing his body should be imbedded in cement.  While this is sometimes down elsewhere, it is an unusual thing in Southern Illinois.  His directions, in this particular, were strictly followed.

Saturday, 9 Aug 1879:
Eleven members of the different branches of Dr. Arter’s family, all of whom died within the eight years last past, lie buried almost within the shadow of the monument under which his own body was put away last Thursday,
Dr. Arter, by his will, read yesterday, bequeaths all his property, real and personal, to his widow, to be used and enjoyed by her during her lifetime.  It was a most just and thoughtful provision for her comfort, cheerfully acquiesced in by all his surviving children.
While the funeral train was ascending the deep cut on its return from Villa Ridge, Thursday, a hat was seen to go overboard.  Instantly a boy about twelve years of age plunged after it.  As soon as possible the train was brought to a halt, everybody expecting to see the lad brought aboard seriously injured, if not dead.  Instead of that, however, those who looked out the window down the track saw the urchin, with an extra hat in his hand, chasing the train at the top of his speed, and apparently as sound as a dollar.

Sunday, 10 Aug 1879:

The 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.
The Mt. Carmel Register, of Friday last, makes the following references to the sudden, even instantaneous death of Mrs. Leary, the aged mother-in-law of our fellow citizen, Mr. John Taber, of Taber Bros.:  “Mrs. Leary, of Cairo, a widow lady, aged 64 years, the mother-in-law of Mr. John Taber, the Cairo jeweler, died very suddenly at the residence of Mr. J. J. Thomas, in this city, Sunday night.  Mrs. L. came here on a visit Sunday, July 27th, one week prior to her death.  She had been afflicted with rheumatism for several months, suffering at times intensely.  Since her arrival here she was supposed to be improving rapidly, and was at no time considered seriously ill.  During the evening she was in unusual good spirits, but was all at once observed to gasp, and in a moment fell dead.  Dr. Rigg was at once summoned, but saw at a glance that his services were useless.  He pronounced the disease rheumatism of the heart.  The lady was a devout Catholic, and her body was interred in the Catholic cemetery on Monday afternoon.”

Tuesday, 12 Aug 1879:
We regret to learn that Mrs. Pink suffered a relapse, on Sunday, that rendered her condition exceedingly critical.  Yesterday she was very ill, but not so low as to be considered in immediate danger.
The Murderer Glass Charges His Fate to Strong Drink and Bad Women.

Charley 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:
Cairo, Ill., Aug. 9, 1879.
My Dear Son Charley:

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.

Now, my 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
Your Devoted Father,
Charles Glass.
P.S.—Please hand this to Mr. Ike Smith, and ask him to read it at church in the presence of my friends.
Your Father

Wednesday, 13 Aug 1879:
About one o’clock yesterday morning, Charles Schmidt, a Norwegian, about twenty-three years of age, and a laborer, fell from a barge in tow of the tug Cache, while lying at wharfboat No. 2, and drowned.  Mr. Schmidt is said to have been a man of very fair education.  Although he had been in the city some time, he had but very few intimate acquaintances.
Jimmy Stockton, for several years the publisher of the Grand Tower Item, passed through Cairo, yesterday, en route for Hot Springs, where he goes in the hope of finding a cure for the attack rheumatism from which he has been a long, but most patient sufferer.  His mother died of a like ailment, suffering indescribable pain for many years.  We hope and have reason for hoping that Jimmy will return a sound man.  Otherwise his case will be among the first that the waters failed to master.

Thursday, 14 Aug 1879:
The body of Charles Schmidt, the Norwegian who was drowned from a barge near the wharfboat No. 2, Monday night, came to the surface about 11 o’clock, yesterday, forenoon, at a point not very far from where the unfortunate fellow was drowned.  The negro who first discovered the body, brought it ashore, and thinking there was a reward somewhat for all body finders, made application for his reward to lawyer Wheeler.  Because he didn’t secure it, he is satisfied that things are out of joint, sadly.  Coroner Fitzgerald held an inquest over the body—the jury returning a verdict of accidental drowning.  The body was turned over to undertaker Feith who gave it sepulture.
Charley Glass, who is to be hanged in this city, on the 16th of September, professes to have undergone a complete change of heart, and devotes much of his time to meditation and prayer.  People of his color, men and women, are with him every day, all urging him to prepare for the fearful end that awaits him.  Our reporter was among the number who called yesterday afternoon, and recognized, the doomed man, desired it be proclaimed to the world that men might rend and break his old body, but God would save his soul. 

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.”

And 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.”
Sunday, 17 Aug 1879:
McAuliff, in our county jail, awaiting trial for the killing of John Campbell, was born in Ireland, but emigrated to this country when a mere lad.  He is now 33 or 34 years of age, about thirty years of which time he lived in the neighboring sections of Illinois, Kentucky, and Missouri,
The funeral services over the body of little Frankie Rendell, will be held at the residence of the parents, two doors above The Bulletin office, at half past 3 o’clock, this afternoon, the Rev. W. F. Whitaker, officiating.  The friends of the family are invited to be present.
Little Frankie, son of Mr. and Mrs. I. J. Rendell, died yesterday, after a painful illness of about two weeks duration.  The body will be taken to Petersburg, Va., for burial.  Little Frankie was an especially bright and loveable little boy.  He was about three years of age.
Charley Glass continues his devotions almost unceasingly, when he is not asleep or interrupted by visitors.  We saw him, yesterday, and he stopped singing long enough to assure us that he felt all right, was perfectly happy, and took victuals with as good an appetite as he ever enjoyed in his life.  “The man that would go back on his eatin’” he said, “cause of the happenin’ of a little trouble like mine, is ‘tirely too chicken-hearted.  If the vittles is clean, as they allers are here, bring ‘em on, they’ll allers find me a watin’.” 

But 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.
There are, at this time, three persons confined in our county jail for murder—two awaiting trial.  Of the crime of which Thomas McAuliff, who is one of the two awaiting trial, stands accused, the public knows no more than the fact that on last Christmas Eve he engaged in a fight with one John Campbell, near Horse Shoe mills, and cut Campbell so severely that he shortly after died of his wounds.  We conversed, yesterday, with a man who knows more about the facts than any other person living, and as he had not previously communicated them to anyone, of course, they have never been made public.  At the time of the killing of Campbell, McAuliff lived with his family near the Horse Shoe mills, and but a short distance from the _____ communicating therewith.  On the evening of the tragedy Campbell was in his house, McAluliff and Campbell agreed to go to a ball in the neighborhood, and the former not feeling inclined to leave his wife and children alone, left his house and went to Mrs. Bly’s to get her to stay with them.  Mac had been gone but a short time when Campbell went out of the house and returning immediately told Mrs. Mac that her husband Tom was up the railroad in a fight with a lot of negroes.  Mrs. Mac hastened up the road, accompanied by Campbell.  They had proceeded but a short distance when Campbell proposed that they run away from Tom and live as man and wife.  She replied indignantly, and then suspecting Campbell’s purpose, started back home.  Campbell pursued and caught her, knocked her down, kicked and struck her, the woman during the struggle rolling from the railroad into the muddy ditch at its side.  By this means she got out of Campbell’s clutches and hurried homeward.  He again overtook her at the gate and resumed his attack as furiously as before, but soon desisted through fear of McAuliff’s return, and concealed himself behind a fence.  A few minutes later McAuliff entered his house and was horror stricken at the appearance of his wife.  She was literally covered with mud, her face was scratched and bruised and her whole appearance that of a woman who had been most brutally assaulted.  Learning the facts, he started in pursuit of Campbell and found him behind the fence.  Demanding to know what he meant by his conduct, Campbell replied, “I’ve done dirt and you can’t help yourself.”  The men at once attacked each other with their pocketknives and after considerable sparring McAuliff planted a blow in Campbell’s breast, then closing upon him, stabbed him several times.  McAuliff then left the state.  He remained awhile in St. Louis, came to Cairo and on two or three occasion visited his family, and it was on one of these occasions that Constable Hogan arrested him and committed him to jail.  Campbell survived his injuries only two or three days.

Wednesday, 20 Aug 1879:
Robert Ashby shot and killed John McC. Smith near Frankfort, in Franklin County, about two weeks ago, and fled that country.  The murderer is about 19 years old, 5 feet 5 or 6 inches high, cross-eyed, somewhat tongue-tied, and weighs about 120 pounds.  James G. L. Smith and Susan Smith, of Benton, will pay $200 for the capture and return of Ashby, and as it is believed that he is still in Southern Illinois, it might pay our policemen and detectives to keep a lookout for him.
Glass has wonderful experiences to relate, just now, and takes delight in recounting them.  Monday night two angels were in the cell with him all night.  The feathers in their wings shone like polished silver and gold, and the air was full of delightful odors.  He had wings himself while the angels stayed, but was told that he couldn’t use them until he’d passed to the other world.  Every night, he says, he goes off to a great celestial city in the sky, and sitting on the curb stones, he sees great multitudes of poor wretched men and women on black horses riding toward distant darkness, out of which comes loud thunder and fierce lightning.  Riding the other way toward beautiful sunshine and green pastures and running waters are a few glad-faced people on white horses, and these are all the time begging and beckoning the people on the black horses to turn and ride with them, but the black horses go ahead and finally dash into darkness and gloom and are seen no more.  Among the white horses he saw one with an empty saddle, and with a cry of joy he sprang forward to mount into the saddle, but an angel gently shoved him back, saying, “No, no, Glass, not yet.  Bide your time,” and then “quick as a flash,” he finds himself in his cell stretched upon his bunk, nobody but Charley Glass the murderer.  Some of the poor fellow’s dreamings, as for instance, the black and white horses, are ingenious and quite suggestive.

Thursday, 21 Aug 1879:
Mrs. Casper Yost, left the city yesterday evening, for Ashley, whither she was called by a telegram bearing the sad news intelligence that her mother, Mrs. P. Barrett, was lying at the point of death.  Mrs. B. is in the 78th years of her age and is one of the oldest residents of Southern Illinois.  She is a direct descendant of revolutionary stock, her grandfathers, on both the maternal and paternal side, having rendered heroic service during the whole of that trying period.  Mrs. B. was taken sick on Sunday last.

(The 26 Aug 1879, issue records her name as Priscilla Barrett.  Caspar Yost married Mary E. Barrett on 18 Sep 1862, in Jefferson Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Sunday, 24 Aug 1879:
Samuel Fisher, who lives on Jefferson Avenue between Eighth and Ninth, is lying quite low with “pulmonary consumption.”  A pair of his brother Odd Fellows now watch by his bedside every night.
Yesterday afternoon Mr. Glass expressed a desire for preaching in the jail every Sunday until the day of his execution.  It would give him great comfort, he says, if he could hear a sermon every day, but he fears that a protracted meeting within ten feet of the sheriff’s door might prove objectionable to that officer, whose good opinion he is quite anxious to retain.  Glass, himself, is much given to psalm singing, praying and sleeping.  His appetite, he says, is as sharp as ever.
Sixteen years ago John H. Gunn, an officer in the Union army, returned to his home in the neighboring town of Richview, to learn that a mere boy, scarcely fifteen years of age, “had been there while he’d been gone.”  Instead of placing the responsibility upon his wife, where it justly belonged, Gunn searched out the boy and shot him dead in his tracks.  The murderer then fled the country and became a wanderer, dissipated vagabond.  Quite recently he made his appearance in Kinmundy, Marion County.  A capias was issued for his body, and on Tuesday last he was arrested and thrown in jail.  It was a most damnable murder, but as most of the witnesses are dead and scattered, and as the boy’s relations are poor, it is scarcely possible that poor Jim’s death will be avenged.

(John 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)

Tuesday, 26 Aug 1879:
Michael Lynch died at his home near Unity, on Sunday last.  He was an old resident of the county, a plain, hardworking, honest man, and a good neighbor
We received by Saturday’s mail, but mislaid for the time, the funeral notice of Mrs. Priscilla Barrett, the mother of Mrs. Casper Yost.  The notice announces that Mrs. B. died at Ashley, on the 20th instant, 77 years of age, “60 years a Christian and forever more a Saint.”  To secure the presence of absent children the funeral services were delayed until Sunday, the 24th.  Services conducted by the Rev. J. S. Vancleve, were held in the M. E. church at Ashley at 8 o’clock Sunday morning.  The body was interred in the Salem Cemetery, two and a half miles west of Mt. Vernon, at 1 o’clock p.m.—a large concourse of friends and relatives testifying their sorrow and sympathy, by their presence, alike at the grave and at the services at the church.

Wednesday, 27 Aug 1879:
A laboring man whose employment has been of a character that required his presence, the greater part of the time, about the Illinois Central depot, round house and wharfboat, feels quite well assured that Annie Mehan, who, while disguised in men’s clothing, came to a violent death in Vincennes, last week, was in Cairo during an interval of two or three days, early in the present month.  She was appareled as a tramp, in dark, ill-fitting clothing, but her features and voice were so much out of harmony with the role she was playing that her real sex was not only suspected by the laborer in question, but by several others whose attention was directed or attracted to her.  She slept two nights in succession in or about the round house, and as she was much given to going barefooted and carrying her shoes in her hands, our informant took notice that the big toe on the right foot was missing—had been taken off close to the foot.  She left Cairo, when or how, we could not learn. 

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.” 

What 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.

Thursday, 28 Aug 1879:
Young Snow’s body was buried at the Seven Mile graveyard, yesterday morning.  The funeral train consisted of five well-filled wagons and coaches.

Friday, 29 Aug 1879:
Old Mrs. Reno, an old settler of Alexander County, died at her home, near Cache, on Tuesday last.
With their friends in Cairo and elsewhere, we heartily sympathize with Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Harman, of Mt. Vernon, in the great domestic affliction to which they have been subjected.  A telegram from Mr. Harman, received yesterday afternoon, tells the sad story in the following words:  “My son, Rob-Roy, died this morning, after an illness of only two days.”  What ailment brought death into the family so quickly is not intimated.  He was a strong, vigorous young man, of good morals and correct habits and much attached to home and his home surroundings.  The Bulletin tenders to the family the assurance of its warmest sympathy. 

Saturday, 30 Aug 1879:
We heard of a petition among the colored people yesterday, asking Governor Cullom to commute Glass’ punishment to imprisonment for life.  Glass is not at all displeased at the effort, although he has repeatedly wished that his last hour were at hand.

Sunday, 31 Aug 1879:
(A poem, “In Memory of Rob-Roy Harman” was published on the front page.—Darrel Dexter)
Roberts was circulating a petition yesterday in behalf of Glass.  He informed us that he had secured the names of all the jurors, and would, when he secured the judge’s signature, go to Springfield in person.  He appears to be earnestly interested.
On last Saturday night, William Penrod, a farmer living near Dongola, and Mike Rich, of Cobden, got into an altercation over a game of cards in a saloon in Dongola and came to blows, Penrod using a knife.  As the parties were alone, it is not known what Rich used, but judging from Penrod’s smashed up phiz, one would judge that Rich used brass knuckles.  Rich got a cut in the hand, while Penrod got his face badly bruised, and cut.  Mr. Penrod is now under indictment for the murder of John Bradshaw.  That he killed Bradshaw none deny, and it only remains to be tried in the circuit court, as to whether it was murder in the first degree or not.  It does seem that one under so grave a charge should be very careful about getting into fights and using weapons.

            (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)

Tuesday, 2 Sep 1879:
Clay McClure, son of Capt. Tom McClure, of Clear Creek Landing, came to an untimely end, on Sunday, under the following circumstances.  Desiring to visit the farm and mill on Devil’s Island, which is separated from the main shore by a narrow schute, Clay mounted his horse, and rode into the water with a view of swimming across, as he had done, perhaps hundreds of times.  He had proceeded but a short distance, however, until he discovered that his horse was unable to carry him, and being an expert swimmer himself, abandoned the animal and was drowned.  Clay was one of the most promising young men in Alexander County.  He had received a good education, was a fine person, and as his father had but recently deeded him the island farm and mill, worth many thousand dollars, his prospects of a prosperous and happy life were promising indeed.  He was about 22 years of age.

(The 6 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)
Mr. William Naughton, of whose protracted sickness we have often spoken, and for whose benefit a ball was to have been held soon in the Mystic Hall, died on Sunday last at quarter past 11.  He had many friends in the city, and as he was the victim of a lingering attack of consumption, those friends were furnished a number of opportunities to manifest the sincerity and genuiness of their friendship.  His watch was raffled off the second time, Saturday evening—forty-four points, thrown by a boy for Mr. M. McGrath, winning it.  The money derived came in due season to meet the expense of burial.

Wednesday, 3 Sep 1879:
Jurors Who Plead for the Undoing of Their Own Work, Etc.

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.


Thursday, 4 Sep 1879:
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph M. Velle lost their little thirteen-month-old girl, yesterday, under circumstances at once distressing and shocking.  The little one had but recently commenced walking, and when unobserved by anyone secured a cup of concentrated lye, in liquid form, and taking a small quantity of the liquid in her mouth, swallowed it.  This happened about 11 o’clock and at about 3 o’clock the little girl was a corpse.  The funeral notice may be found in another column.

Died, 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.
Editor Cairo Bulletin:

Dear 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.

Friday, 5 Sep 1879:
We learned yesterday from Judge Baker, that ex-Gov. Dougherty is so very ill that but little hope is entertained of his recovery.  The Judge called to see the sick man, but found that the physician had left orders to deny visitors admission.  The old gentleman has been slowly failing, mentally as well as physically, for several years; but as he was yet in the sunny side of three score and ten, he seemed to have promise of several years of life.  He has always shown himself a kind-hearted, genial gentleman, ever ready and willing to extend a helping hand to the deserving, and twenty years ago, he took rank among the most eloquent and effective public speakers in Illinois.  But his work here is nearly at its end, and that end may be reached before the eye of the distant reader is permitted to scan this paragraph, announcing his dangerous illness.
Miss Bridget Healy, sister of Mr. Francis Healy, the druggist, died at 10:30 yesterday morning, of bronchitis.  The young lady suffered long and severely (about six weeks) from the attack; but passed away without much apparent suffering.  Very few families of the city have felt the rod of domestic affliction more heavily, during the year past, than that of Mr. Healy.  The survivors have the heartiest sympathies of our citizens, and more especially of those who are cognizant of their many bereavements.  Deceased was about twenty years of age.  See funeral notice elsewhere.
As was announced, several days ago, Rob Harman died at the end of two days’ sickness.  On Monday he and his father, discovering a lot of pigs in the garden, chased them out.  In doing this, Rob received a fall, but as he complained of no injury, the circumstance was laughed at and soon forgotten.  The following evening he complained of pains in the stomach.  They were regarded as of a colicky nature and treated as such.  Tuesday morning he became sick and feverish, and took to bed.  During the day a physician was called, and learning the nature and seat of the complaint, inquired if the patient had recently received a fall.  Receiving an affirmative reply, the physician at once decided that he had a serious case to deal with.  The bowels utterly refused to respond to enema or purgatives and the fever increased.  But to the last Rob was very strong, and insisted he was not much sick.  On Wednesday morning he was permitted to leave his bed and sit in a chair.  He had been sitting but a few moments when he called to his mother that he was losing his sight—that everything was growing dark.  A moment later he had passed into a swoon, and soon afterwards died.  As no post mortem examination was made, the exact nature of his injury is not known, but the conclusion is that his fall produced a rupture in the small intestines, or an equally fatal displacement.  The death was a great shock to the family and won for them expressions of condolence and sympathy form the entire community.
FUNERAL NOTICE.—Funeral services will be held over the body of the late Miss Bridget Healy, in St. Patrick’s Church, this afternoon, the remains, with the attending friends of the family leaving the family residence on Thirteenth Street, for the church, at half past one o’clock.  The special train for Villa Ridge will leave the foot of Eighth Street, at half past two.  The friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.

Saturday, 6 Sep 1879:
We are sorry to learn that Mr. Sam Fisher is so very low that his dissolution may take place at any time.  He has suffered long and patiently.
The funeral yesterday over the remains of Miss Bridget Healy were largely attended, and quite a large number of friends followed the body to the grave.

Sunday, 7 Sep 1879:
Our reporter called on Charley Glass, yesterday, and found him in his accustomed mood, though a little less garrulous than formerly.  He says he hopes to keep his courage up until the day comes around, and believes that he will do so.  He continues to feel embittered against the negro women who “swore the halter around his neck,” “but for their swearing I would not be here, and if I’d had money I wouldn’t be here anyhow.  They never hang men who can raise $500.”  He followed up these remarks with avowals of his readiness to go, rather inconsistently declaring that he held no malice and had forgiven everybody, even “those who would burn for swearing his life away.”
We have heard, in our time, of but few accidents or mishaps that involved the life of but a single person, that were more horrible or sickening in their details, than was that of yesterday morning, that resulted in the death of Charley Bullock.  Mr. Bullock was a boilermaker by trade and worked in the shops at Centralia, but by business becoming sick, a year or two ago, he adopted the calling of railroad brakeman, and took a position on the Illinois Central.  At Ashley, yesterday morning he was in the act of adding a car or two to his train, and being on the left hand side of the train he concluded that he had time to cross over to the other side, and acting upon the idea he started across the track.  When he gained a point midway between the rails the link in the bumper of approaching car struck him in the stomach, and shoving him back against the bumper behind him, crushed its way entirely through his body—almost impaling him on the ring and two bumpers!  Of course the poor fellow lived but a few minutes.  It was a most shocking affair, the mere description of it being sickening.  The body of the poor fellow was tenderly cared for, and conveyed to Centralia, where it will be buried.  Deceased was nephew, we understood, of Capt. John C. White, of Cairo, and an industrious, circumspect young man, who enjoyed the respect and confidence of all who knew him.


Tuesday, 9 Sep 1879:
The Reynolds murder case will be tried in Alexander County during the next term of court.  A change of venue was secured by the accused on Saturday last.
Mr. Roberts is leading the effort to secure a commutation of Glass’ sentence, with much vigor.  A messenger will be dispatched to Springfield tomorrow or next day.
The death of ex-Governor Dougherty, although not unexpected, will cause a feeling of genuine sorrow wherever the old gentleman was known.  He was a good man, and has always held a conspicuous rank among the lawyers and orators of Illinois.  Of a commanding personel, graceful gestures, an excellent command of language and a voice that added fire and pathos to his utterances, the time was when Col. Dougherty’s oratory was considered as a power with which but the fewest men were then blessed.  With a heart as tender and sympathetic as that of a child, he was good and kind and charitable in his dealings and intercourse with everybody, and few there are who knew him, that are not ready to mourn his death and bless his memory.  For material for an obituary, however, we must wait the receipt of his home papers.
The colored church deacon and widely known white-washer, Henry Britton, is dead.  The funeral services were held in the colored M. E. church in the commons yesterday and was attended by the largest congregation of colored people ever called out in Cairo, on a like occasion.  The procession, composed of wagons, carriages, and people on foot, was fully a half-mile long.  Britton was held, among his kind, as a man of good judgment, and, although unlearned, he maintained a conspicuous position among his people.
The impunity that has hitherto attended the taking of human life, the sympathy manifested for murderers and assassins when a probability exists that they will be held accountable for their atrocities, the success that has attended the plea that “I shot him or stabbed him because I didn’t know what I was doing, or because I heard he had threatened me, or because I was afraid of him”—all these things have brought upon us an epidemic of murder and assassination, well calculated to spread general alarm among all of our well disposed and law-abiding people.  We scarcely recover from the shock of one assassination, wherein the victim was given no earthily chance to save his life, until we are appalled by another, equally shocking and atrocious.

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.

(James M. Meechum married Esther A. Maddroy on 20 Aug 1862, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Work upon the enclosure in which Glass is to be hanged, next Tuesday, will be commenced tomorrow or next day.  The sheriff determined, and very sensibly we think, to use the old platform and drop.  He is sure of his rope, and a fall of four or five feet is more likely to dislocate the neck, than a falling weight would be, although Sheriff Irvin used the falling weight with entire success in the execution of the negro who killed the steamboat mate.  It is perhaps well enough to state in advance, that the execution will take place in a high enclosure, and that not more than a dozen persons, besides the sheriff’s deputies, will be allowed inside.  This is not an arbitrary rule established by the sheriff, but a provision of the law.  Parties drawn to the spot in the hope of seeing or hearing something to gratify their appetite for the horrible, will not only not be allowed to approach the enclosure, but will be rigorously excluded from the courthouse yard.  A hundred or more men, armed with muskets and shotguns, will form a close cordon about the courthouse grounds, and will allow no one to pass or repass who is not able to exhibit the permit of the sheriff.  We refer to this matter now that persons living abroad, may not incur the expense of a needless trip to Cairo.  It is a case in which the sheriff has no discretion.  The law provides that two surgeons and two ministers of the gospel shall be allowed to enter the enclosure, and it is quite probable that the parents or brothers or sisters of the doomed man, and representatives of the Cairo press, will complete the privileged dozen.  Let no one feel chagrined or disappointed, therefore, if he takes his place among the many who are not allowed to “see the hanging.”

Wednesday, 10 Sep 1879:
It may be assumed that the report of the pistol that signaled the death of Jim Mecham, awakened all the sleepers in the house.  That none of these heard the ferocious watchdog bark, is convincing evidence to us that the murderer did not run away from the building immediately after firing the shot.  This very fact furnishes a clue which the officers would not overlook.  That the wife, awakened by the report, did not see anybody or hear any retreating footsteps, is another fact of no little consequence to those who may undertake the working up of the case.  Wherever the officers can lodge a motive for putting the old man out of the way, there will be a good place to look for the murderer.
The petition circulated in Glass’ behalf sets forth that an important witness (one who saw Carter thresh Glass, about the woman) was not present at the trial, and it further says that, because of Glass’ poverty, he was unable to secure able and experienced counsel.  The friends of the doomed man ought to make a better showing than that.  The character of the attorneys will have but little weight.  The governor will consider the facts that went to the jury, and if any factors favorable to Glass have been discovered since the trial, affidavits setting them forth, should be obtained and placed in the governor’s hands.  Under the impression that there was “plenty of time” the parties interested in the procurement of a commutation, deferred action until the interval for work had been narrowed down to a few days.  There is no time now to devote to the taking of the affidavits, even if the whereabouts of the witnesses were known, and the alleged facts could be proven.  The governor will require more than the mere statement that certain facts favorable to the prisoner, were not given to the jury. He must know what these facts are, and must further know that they are true.  It is one of those cases wherein gushes of sympathy and superficial generalities will cut no figure whatever.  Nothing but stern, naked facts, tried by the measure of the law, will determine the matter for Glass or against him.

Thursday, 11 Sep 1879:
We learned that the authorities of Pulaski County have placed Mrs. Mecham and the hired man who was in the house at the time of the assassination, in the county jail, and will hold them to answer for the murder.  If the reports that have reached us concerning the intimacy that prevailed, at one time, between Mrs. Mecham and another hired man, named Jim Young, are true, it might serve a good purpose to look after Mr. Young.  He was seen in the vicinity a few hours after the murder, and the fact that the ferocious dog knew him many explain the animal’s silence.  Mecham was maintaining an insurance of $1,500 on his life, and had been heard to boast that when Dr. Arter’s will was read, that it would be found that the old Doctor had made him a present of the farm upon which he (Mecham) was living.  If this be true, and if it be a fact that Mrs. M. has confessed that she promised Young if he would come back at a certain time, they’d enjoy the home together (not intimating how they would dispose of Mecham) the several facts taken together, furnish a clue that should be carefully followed.
The fiend in human shape who turned the switch, Tuesday night, and connected the quarantine switch with the main track of the Illinois Central, had wholesale murder in his heart, and should suffer the severest penalty the law imposes in the event of his capture.  Standing on the switch were a number of box cars, and to Jacob Lindsey, who had long and faithfully served the Illinois Central, was assigned the duty of watching them.  The night, as our readers will recollect, was dark and stormy, wet to the skin, and cold.  About 3 o’clock, yesterday morning, Mr. Lindsey crawled under one of the cars, and stretching himself in a reclining position on the dry dirt between the rails he found grateful shelter.  Shortly after 3 o’clock, he heard the north-bound passenger train coming, heard it halt at the Vincennes crossing, and then start again; but believing that everything was right, he supposed the train would pass harmlessly by as had been its custom.  But instead of passing by, the train dashed upon the switch and collided with great force with the cars thereon, under one of which, as we have stated, the unfortunate Lindsey had secured shelter.  The cars, of course, were driven forward and the brake beam catching Mr. Lindsey on the breast, carried him forward over the rough ground until it crushed him down so that it could pass over him.  This it did by breaking three of his ribs. Driving the ragged end of them into his lungs by fracturing both of his shoulder blades, breaking both collar bones and by inflicting internal injures, the exact nature of which had not, at the time our reporter visited the suffering man, being fully determined.  Only one brake beam passed over his body.  He crawled from his perilous position without assistance, and reaching the passenger grain was brought down to Twentieth Street, from which point he walked to his home on Twenty-first Street between Poplar and Commercial.  Mr. Lindsey is, as this achievement indicates, a man of great physical strength and vigor, but the two physicians who examined his condition give it as their opinion that his recovery is not among the possibilities.  He is a married man—has a wife and four children living, and as he has always been dependent upon the labor of his hands for his support he has nothing ahead with which to provide necessities for his family or to pay for the required attention for himself.  Of course, however, the railroad company and his associates will see to it that all these needs are supplied, for the time being, at all events.  And now, whatever the motive of the scoundrel who turned the switch, what does he think of the result?  Possibly he expected to see a train dashed to pieces so that he could pray upon the baggage and the wounded and dead passengers.  But he sees, instead, a poor laboring men, the father of a dependent family, crushed and bruised and mangled to the very point of death.  That the villain did not see the wrecked train and with a score or more of dead and dying among its debris, is because the train was halted at the crossing and had not recovered its speed at the time of the collision.
The death of Lieutenant Gov. John Dougherty, has already been announced in these columns.  He died at his home in Jonesboro, at 11 o’clock a.m., Sunday, Sept. 7th, 1879, and was buried by the members of the Masonic order, with which order he had long maintained a connection.  As Governor Dougherty was no common man, we need not apologize for the space we occupy in recounting such scraps of his history as have been placed in our hands.  Ex-governor Palmer, a lifelong friend of deceased, speaks of him as follows:  “Col. Dougherty was born at Duck Creek, near Marietta, Ohio, on May 6th, 1806.  His father was an Irishman, who had been educated for the Catholic priesthood, but who never took orders.  He moved to this country, and in 1808 took his family to Cape Girardeau, Missouri, and died there after a few months.  His widow resided there until 1812, when she left, and with her children, moved to Union County, in this state.  Here John got the rudiments of a very fair education, and for many years of his life spoke of his schoolmaster with respect and admiration.  He studied law at Jonesboro with Hon. A. P. Field, once secretary of state of Illinois, and afterwards attorney general of Louisiana, and was admitted to the bar in 1831.  He began almost immediately his political career, and in 1832 was elected to the lower branch of the legislature as a Democrat.  He was re-elected in 1834, 1836, and 1840.  In 1834 he was one of the strongest and most persistent advocates of that free school system, which has been for years the pride and glory of the state.  In 1842, he was elected to the state senate, and was re-elected in 1846, so that he served eight years in the house and eight years in the senate.  From 1850 to 1860 he practiced law and took an active part in the national campaign of the latter year, supporting the Breckinridge ticket, but afterwards he affiliated with the Republican Party.  In 1864 he was one of the electors of this State on the Republican national ticket, and in 1868 was elected lieutenant governor.  In 1872 he was again a Republican elector, and in 1873 was elected circuit judge, his term expiring last June.  He leaves a widow, three sons and two daughters.  He commanded during all the active years of his life prolonged beyond the “three score and ten years,” the respect and confidence of his neighbors as is shown by his repeated election to office and the people of the state deemed him worthy to occupy the second place in the state government.

Friday, 12 Sep 1879:
The height of the enclosure in which Glass is to be hanged was no sooner indicated than the displeasure of the colored population and now and then a white person became manifest.  Forgetting or not knowing that the sheriff is following the requirement of the law, some folks berate him soundly for making a private affair of the hanging.  If the hanging is for an example, to terrify wickedly inclined people, what good can it do, if none of ‘em are allowed to see and so on.
While the inclemency of Tuesday night drove poor Jake Lindsey to the shelter of the cars on the quarantine switch, and, consequently, to his death, the same cause intervened to save little Caleb Lindsey’s life.  The little boy had accompanied his father to the ground and remained with him every night, except the night in question.  Had the threatening weather outlook been disregarded, the little boy would have been with his father under the car, and, most likely, would have shared his fate.
About 4 o’clock Wednesday afternoon, our reporter called upon the wounded man Lindsey and found him resting comparatively easy.  He talked rationally and without any apparent effort.  It was not supposed that the poor fellow would survive this injuries but his death was not held as a probable occurrence of the day.  Shortly after our reporter retired, the wounded man was talking to his brother-in-law about the crops, when the blood in great volume poured from his mouth and finished the poor fellow’s existence in a few minutes.  He died at about half past 4 o’clock.  That he had no admonitory symptoms of such a fearful turn in his case, is plainly indicated by the fact that at the time of its occurrence, he was speaking of the abundance of the present year’s crops.
Mecham’s wife is permitted to remain with her child, but she is kept constantly under the eyes of a couple of faithful guards.  She came to this section of country about twenty-three years ago.  If we recollect aright, the family came out of the Tennessee River in a little coop of a family boat, and reaching Norfolk, Mo., in midwinter, took shelter in one of the old abandoned tenements there, entirely destitute and all of them sick.  During the winter the father and mother died, and this woman, then 18 or 20 years of age, found her way to Mound City, where she earned a living by kitchen work.  She was an ill-favored looking creature, and very quick tempered, but nobody ever dreamed that she was capable of the horrible crime in which she is now believed to be an accessory.
Governor Montgomery Allen, the negro who is said to have belabored a roustabout to death on the steamer Fawn, sometime ago, was arrested in St. Louis on Wednesday last.  He doesn’t deny the charge, but urges justification and self-defense.  He says that while the Fawn was lying at  Cairo, the captain appointed him captain of the watch.  He called up the twelve roustabouts at the first wood yard, and instead of going for the woodpile they “went for” the Governor, and gave him a tremendous thumping.  Nothing daunted, however, he continued on duty, and was instructed by the captain to pay the roustabouts back in kind, if they attacked him again.  The second attack was made during the night. How it terminated we will permit the negro to describe, as he described it to the St. Louis reporter.  “Dar lay twelve roosters, six on dis side and six on dat.  I sung out ‘Pile out, niggahs, de landin’s heach.’ Den one great big black man got up and said, ‘We’ll kill you dis time shuah if you don’t leave.’  I got mad den and said de killin’ dis time won’t be on dis niggah’s side!  Den six surrounded me on dis side and six on dat.  De big black man picked up a board and lammed me good.  I picked up a plank and lammed him.  I think I got the bes’ ob de lammin’.  Dey was in de majhawity, an I slew one of de majawity.”

“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.”


Mr. 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.
Glass Hears the Sounds of Preparation for His Execution with Apparent Unconcern—He Feels Sure that if the Public Knew All, He Would not Hang, and Then Recounts that “All”—He Would Escape if He Could; But Expects to Hang.

            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.

Saturday, 13 Sep 1879:
The railroad watchman, Jacob Lindsey, who lost his life by the sad mishap of Tuesday morning, was not asleep, under the cars, as some people have been inclined to believe.  He was known as a most faithful and reliable watchman and was driven to the shelter of the car by the rain.  His recumbent position was the suggestion of comfort—was the only position, in fact, he could with any degree of comport, maintain.
Governor Cullom has offered a reward of $200 for the capture of the villain or villains who assassinated Jim Mecham.  This action upon the part of the governor is most commendable, but we do not understand why the offer is made through the columns of papers published at a point nearly 400 miles distant from the scene of the murder.  The publication is probably made in perfect harmony with the law, but “blame such a law.”  It seems to us the publication should be made in papers published in the vicinity of the scene of the crime, unless there are special reasons for doing otherwise.

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.
Judge Dougherty received a fair English education at a private school near Jonesboro, and subsequently became a fair Greek and Latin scholar.  After leaving school he worked a year in the lead mines of Washington County, Mo., and taught school for two and a half years at Fredericktown, Mo.  He then studied law with Col. A. P. Field, was admitted to the bar in 1821, and began to practice at Jonesboro, becoming recognized in time as one of the best criminal lawyers in Southern Illinois. 

Constable Sheehan has heard in an indirect way, that his brother Mike was drowned at New Orleans during the recent storm that prevailed there.  He was in the act of stepping from a barge to a steamboat or a vice versa, and missing his footing fell between and passed under the surface.
It is with sincere sorrow that we learn of the death of Jimmy Stocketon.  He died at Hot Springs, the Argus tells us, on the 5th instant.  A better-hearted, more jovial-minded, or whole-souled young man we never knew.  He learned the printing business in the office of the Mound City Emporium, during our connection with that paper, and we learned to love the boy almost as a son.  He saw much of sorrow, poor fellow, and had sore personal afflictions, but bore them all heroically, and always with a cheerful good nature.  His death will cause a feeling of profound sorrow among all who knew him.
Mecham’s son, George, was in the city yesterday, and is under the impression that if his stepmother’s children were not restrained by fear, they could disclose what might serve as a clue, at least to the facts involved in the shocking murder of his father.  A young colored man, named Lusk, a resident of the neighborhood, and Morris, a young white man, who worked on the farm are both in jail.  Mrs. Mecham is under arrest, but, as before stated, sits home under guard.  George says that the children have said, but were bulldozed out of it, that instantly after firing somebody ran upstairs, that shortly afterwards Mr. M. followed, coming down in a few minutes with somebody in company with her.  The woman’s statement that a light was left burning is disproved by the evidence of parties who passed the house at different hours of the night, and saw no sign of a light.  The statement is further disproved by the fact the whoever did the shooting, burned matches to produce a light—the burned stubs of the matches being found scattered about the floor.  Mrs. Mecham gives no sign of grief or heart-felt sorrow concerning the terrible occurrence.  On the contrary, she maintains a moody, sullen silence, refusing to talk about the matter to anybody.  The silence, however, may have been enjoyed by her lawyer.
Glass Maintains a Happy Frame of Mind in View of His Execution—Enjoys a Joke and Occasionally Perpetrates One—A Talk with Him Yesterday

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.

On 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.
A Protest Against Legalized Homicides—The Proposed Execution of Glass Causes the Writer to Shudder with Horror

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,


Tuesday, 16 Sep 1879:
There was an almost unbroken stream of people pouring in and out of the courthouse basement, yesterday, taking final leave of Charley Glass.  The colored women were very fervid, and, no doubt, honest in their expressions of sympathy.
Glass must hang.  In a dispatch to Surveyor Fisher, Governor Cullom says that in view of the frequency and atrocity of the murders and assassinations in Southern Illinois, of late, he cannot interpose his clemency in the Glass case.  And so, between the hours of 1 and 4 today, the wretched man must die.
Reynolds, who was recently indicted in the Union County circuit court for murder, was committed, by Judge Harker, without bail.  As we before stated, he obtained a change of venue to Alexander County, and will probably be tried during the present term of our circuit court.  He was transferred to our jail on Sunday evening.
Another Assassination—John Burns Shot and Killed While Sitting at His Own Table, And His Head Is Beaten in to a Pulp by Blows from the Gunstock!—A Pertinent Inquiry.

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!

The Doomed Man Details the Facts That Led Up to the Murder of Carter Newman—Closing With an Outburst of Resentment Against the Prosecuting Attorney and the People’s Witnesses—Which We Exclude

(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.


Wednesday, 17 Sep 1879:
McAuliff, who is confined in the county jail, under a charge of having stabbed a man to death who insulted and afterwards beat and maimed his (McAuliff’s) wife, informed us yesterday that he was the father of a “new, nine-pound ox driver” (meaning a baby boy) and that he was so anxious to see the youngster, that he gives no thought to his condition, prospect or surroundings.
Charles Glass Dies on the Gallows—A Dense Throng of People—A Successful and Painless Execution—A Disagreeable Duty Well Performed—Full Particulars.

            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.

Thursday, 18 Sep 1879:
The funeral services of Willie Kluge, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. William Kluge, will be held at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, in this city, this afternoon, at 1:30 o’clock.  Remains will leave residence on Seventh Street, at 1 o’clock.  Train will leave foot of Fourteenth Street at 3 o’clock.  Friends are respectfully invited to attend.
Mr. Jacob Lindsey, who was killed while on duty, as watchman of a grain train on the so-called quarantine switch, died as we are told, in a penniless condition.  Under the circumstances we cannot conceive that any legal responsibility attaches to the railroad company, but if as is alleged, he had been a faithful servant of the company, up to the time of his death, we are persuaded that the company will not remain wholly unmindful of the widow and four children he has left in destitute circumstances.  The average wages of laboring men, however, economically expended, furnish nothing beyond a decent support of a family of a half dozen members, and it is no evidence of indolence or improvidence therefore, that he had nothing ahead.  To extend help in this case, therefore, would be magnanimous act upon the part of the company, and in keeping with its generosity in kindred cases.
The execution of a human being is a task from which Sheriff Hodges’ feelings and instincts naturally recoil with horror, yet, controlled by the stronger sense of duty, he approached and finished his work of Tuesday, with a firmness and decision that seemed to rob the occasion of much of its terror.  He humanly kept the exact hour of execution from the knowledge of the doomed man until he called him to the scaffold.  Then there was no tedious waiting, except such as the ministers occasioned.  There was a light tremor in his voice while reading the death warrant, but dealing directly with the prisoner, he displayed a resoluteness of purpose that had an assuring effect upon everybody present—the prisoner not excepted.  His arrangements were all complete—the rope purchased in St. Louis for the purpose was one upon which he could rely to sustain the terrible strain to which it was to be subjected, and the all was mercifully arranged so as to insure a broken neck.  And in no particular did the result disappoint expectation.  Had Glass been a cold corpse when the rope was put around his neck he could not have exhibited less evidence of pain and suffering than he did after the trap was sprung.  There was not a movement of limb or muscle, nor even the semblance of a gasp.  Had a cannon ball taken the wretched man’s head from his shoulders he could not have died quicker or with less pain.  This was intended—the length of the fall—over six feet, and the strength of the rope, were expected to accomplish precisely what they did accomplish; and, although no man can think of the infliction of the death penalty without an involuntary shudder, we can but congratulate the sheriff upon the entire success of all his plans.  We dare say that a more successful execution—one so nearly divested of the horrors that usually attend or are associated with such occasions—was never effected in the state of Illinois.
A Dream from which Charley Glass Drew Assurance That He Would Triumph Over the Seductions of the Devil.

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.”

The 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.

Friday, 19 Sep 1879:
Mr. Halley’s little boy, Bonnie, was very low of an attack of diphtheria, yesterday evening.  The chances were greatly against the little creature’s recovery.  Two other cases, all in the lower part of the city, were reported yesterday evening.
The funeral services over the remains of Mr. and Mrs. William Kluge’s little boy was largely attended by friends who sincerely sympathized with the family in the great grief that has overtaken it.  Willie was an especially bright and loveable little child.
Not a few of the colored females of the city are given to the belief that Charley Glass was not hanged—that the law was cheated of its victim.  They’d seen circus men swung by the neck without hurting them, and as they heard no screaming or groaning come out of the enclosure, they refuse to believe that Glass was killed.  He was simply put in that box, hauled outside the Mississippi levee and told to “git.”  According to one old crone, Glass was in town 10 o’clock Tuesday night, inquiring for Ruth Brown and Ellen McKerney.
R. O. Bean, deputy U. S. marshal, assisted by Constable John Sheehan, arrested in East Cairo, yesterday, a man named Alfred Walker, alias Zach Edwards, alias Alf Jones, who answers the description of a man who recently committed a murder near Aberdeen, Mississippi on the plantation of Mr. W. W. Troupe.  The fellow was espied on a platform car, but thinking, perhaps, that somebody might want him, he sought the cover of a boxcar, where the officers found him.  The prisoner’s picture was taken and mailed to Aberdeen for identification and the prisoner, himself, committed to the county jail to await the answer.
Although Charley Glass denied the imputation, it is more than probable that he intended to cheat the gallows of a victim.  He insisted that a barber should be permitted to bring his traps in the cell and shave him, just before he was to be led out to execution.  As he had never shaved in his life we asked him why he wanted his whiskers off only an hour before his execution?  He hesitated and finally replied that, as his whiskers were his own, he guessed he could do as he pleased with them.  The sheriff, not fancying the idea of putting a razor within reach of a man who had only an hour between himself and the gallows, nipped the little game in the bud.


Having 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 lumber.
John Hogan was arraigned in the circuit court, yesterday, under the indictment preferred against him for the murder of Charles D. Arter.  He plead not guilty to the charge, and his trial has been fixed for next Tuesday.  The trial will consume several days.  A large number of witnesses will be examined on both sides, and as six or eight lawyers will take part in the argument, it will not surprise us if Saturday night still finds the case undetermined.
The case of the People vs. McAuliff for the murder of John Campbell was called yesterday afternoon.  Much difficulty was encountered in selecting a jury.  The regular panel was soon exhausted and 50 or 60 talismen examined, and out of them only 6 jurors were secured.  The court ordered the sheriff to have 24 more talismen in attendance at half past 8 this morning.
Thomas McAuliff on Trial for the Murder of John Campbell.

            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.

Saturday, 20 Sep 1879:
The train that conveyed the remains of Asa Hodge to Beech Grove Cemetery, consisted of two coaches, both of them being filled by friends of the family.
Len Faxon, of the Paducah News, has been presented with a shred of the rope that surrounded Glass’ neck.  Full of ugly, horrible suggestions as it must be to Len, it is rather queer that he keeps the deuced things bout him.
The report reached us yesterday, that one of Mecham’s married sons and the son’s wife had been taken under arrest, as accessories before the fact to the old man’s murder.  We can scarcely credit the report.
P.S.—We have since learned that there is no foundation for it whatever.
Mr. and Mrs. A. Halley have the hearty sympathies of their friends in the grief they feel over the loss of a household pet, their little boy Bonnie, who fell a victim of that most mysterious and merciless of all diseases that effect our little ones, the diphtheria.  Notice of funeral and burial services is given in another column.
The death of Mr. Asa A. Hodge, was caused by inflammation of the bowels.  The poor fellow suffered long and patiently, the many changes in his condition alternately inspiring hopes of his early recovery and fears of a speedy dissolution.  The services over the remains, at deceased’s residence on Seventeenth Street, were well attended, alike by members of the Delta City Fire Company and the Cairo Reform Club, of which organizations he was an honored member and by many friends and neighbors.  The body was taken in charge by the fire company and conveyed to Beech Grove Cemetery for burial, a large number of friends of the family accompanying it to the grave.
Thomas McAuliff on Trial for the Murder of John Campbell, Dec. 24, 1878

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.

Died, 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.

Sunday, 21 Sep 1879:
(A Poem, “In Memory of Georgie Davidson,” nephew of Mrs. Lizzie Trigg, inscribed to the bereaved mother, was published on the first page.—Darrel Dexter)
Mrs. Meachem, under arrest as an accomplice in the murder of her husband, has put her case in the hands of Joseph P. Robarts, Esq., late of Murphysboro, but now, we believe, a resident of Mound City.
Little Bonnie Halley’s remains, with the family and attending friends, were conveyed to Beech Grove Cemetery, yesterday in carriages, the funeral cortege leaving the family residence, about 10:30 a.m.  As nearly every man in Cairo, both black and white, and at least three-fourths of the population of the country portion of the county, have discussed and passed opinions upon all the known details of the Hogan-Arter murder case, it will prove a matter of almost endless effort to secure a jury, on next Tuesday, to try the case.  The lawyers and all concerned have occasion to look forward to the work with an unwholesome dread.

Tuesday, 23 Sep 1879:
About 5 o’clock yesterday evening, Mr. W. F. Picher received a dispatch from B. J. Milam, coroner, of Macon, Mo., of the following import:  “Michael Rands and wife both killed themselves here this morning.  Inform relatives.  There are money and property.”  Nothing further is known.  Rands is well known in Cairo, having working in Gamble’s wagon factory here several years.  Mrs. Rands was the sister of Mrs. B. J. Thistlewood.  The particulars, when received, will be given to our readers.

(The name is recorded as Rans in the 25 Sep 1879, issue.—Darrel Dexter)
The case of the People vs. John Hogan, for the murder of Charley Arter, will be called this morning.  It sill be a hotly contested case on both sides.  The state’s attorney, W. C. Mulkey, Esq., will be assisted in the prosecution by Judge W. J. Allen and G. W. Hendricks, Esq., while the defense will be engineered by Messrs. Green and Gilbert, Wheeler, Lansden, Albright and Leek.  As the defendant and deceased were known to everybody in Cairo, and as the killing formed a topic of discussion in every household in the city, the great labor of the trial will consist in the selection of a jury.  To the fact that quite everybody in Cairo is apprised of all the published details of the affair, we need but add the general aversion to serving on a jury where a human life in involved, to form a correct conclusion as to the difficulties to be encountered at the outset.  It will prove exhausting and almost interminable.

Wednesday, 24 Sep 1879:
Chicago, Sept. 22—The C. W. Parker while towing the schooner S. A. Wood to Evanston, burst her boiler at 9 o’clock this morning off Lincoln Park.  The following were killed:  Robert Leahy, captain; John Callahan, engineer; Peter Rogers, fireman; and William Burton, cook.,  The only man on the tug who survived was William McGuire, deckhand, and he was badly injured.
When Zachariah Edwards, the colored man with several aliases, was arrested by Sheehan and a deputy U.S. marshal then here, on suspicion that he was the principal in the murder committed on W. W. Troup’s plantation, near Aberdeen, Miss., some time ago, he was marched to the photographist, where he was photographed.  The picture was forward to the Aberdeen authorities and yesterday word came back that Edwards is the man that is wanted.  As soon, therefore, as a requisition can be obtained, the prisoner will be removed to Mississippi for trial.  We saw the fellow, yesterday, and found him quite unconcerned respecting his future.  He is quite an ignorant negro, and apparently, of very debased and groveling instinct.  Like Glass he claimed that he is visited by ghosts.  He has been haunted by them all his life and he’s much astonished that, while he is literally surrounded by ‘em, nobody else can either see or hear them.  Questioning him as to the character of these spookish visitors, he says they are not like a dove, nor a cow; they bear no resemblance to a goat nor a canary bird.  As near as he can fix it up in his mind, they are white, and in shape and size not unlike a goose!  They have “no gold on their wings,” he says, nor brass nor silver, bronze—but are, as nearly as he can make out, just so many ghostly geese!  Respecting the crime with which he stands charged he says nothing, because, as he alleges, he knows nothing about it.
Case of the People Vs. John Hogan, for the Murder of C. D. Arter—The Trial in Progress—Eight Jurors Obtained Out of Eighty—One Talisman Examined—One Hundred and Fifty More Summonsed to Be on Hand This Morning.

            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.
Thursday, 25 Sep 1879:
A full and complete report of all the evidence in the Hogan murder case now on trial will be given in The Bulletin, each paper containing all the evidence of the previous day.  Parties who are not regular subscribers can obtain copies of the paper at the office or the bookstores.
The revolver with which Jim Mecham was assassinated has been found.  It was sold, probably to the party who used it, by Mr. Townes at Dan Hartman’s.  Only one chamber was emptied.  Mr. Townes recollects loading it for the man who purchased it, and remembers answering questions, too, in reference to the power of the weapon as a man killer.  This is a fair starting point, and may lead to the arrest of the bloody villain who committed the most shocking and damnable deed.
Continued Effort to Secure a Jury in the Hogan Murder Case—Ten Jurors Obtained—A Hundred Talismen from the Country to Report This Morning.

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.

We give 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 Branch.
Michael Rans, Late of Cairo, Murders His Wife, Who, in Her Death Throes Smothers Her Babe—Rans Then Blows Out His Own Brains.

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,


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.


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


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.


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.

            THE AFFAIR

has 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:
Case of The People Vs. John Hogan, for the Murder of Charles D. Arter—The Eleven Jurors Re-Examined by the Court Touching Their Qualifications—Motion for a Preemptory Challenge Over-Ruled—Effort to Complete the Panel Resumed, Etc.

Shortly 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.
1.  Has anybody advised or suggested that you should get upon the jury in this case?

2.         Have you visited the prisoner and talked with him about the homicide?
3.  Are you prejudiced for or against the prisoner, Mr. Hogan?
4.  Can you give him a fair and impartial trial according to the evidence, and the instructions the court may give you?

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.

Four 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, can tell.

Sunday, 28 Sep 1879:
Col. R. R. Townes, one of the attorneys in the case of the People vs. Robinson, who is indicted for murder, was in the city, yesterday.  He came down under the expectation of being able to fix upon a day for the argument of a motion to admit the accused to bail.  Such a motion will be submitted, the latter part of the present week, probably.
It was suggested shortly after Dr. Waldo’s death, that the respect and gratitude of our Cairo people should manifest themselves in an effort to make the good man’s resting place with a suitable monument.  But now all his moral heroism and self-sacrificing responses to what he conceived to be the calls of humanity, are quite forgotten, and Dr. Waldo sleeps on, his grave unmarked, and his noble deeds are no longer the theme of either tongue or pen.
The Panel Full—A Juror Expurgated—The Opening Speeches Made—The Defense Alleges the Seductions and Debauchery of Accused’s Wife—And “Emotional Insanity.”

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.

At 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.
At about half past 4 o’clock the court charged the jury against holding communication with anybody touching the case in hand; charged the bailiffs in charge to permit no one to approach or communicate with the jurymen under any pretext or in any manner also to avoid crowds in going to and from the court and to report with the jury, at 9 o’clock, Monday morning.  Court was then adjourned until that time.

Tuesday, 30 Sep 1879:
We regret to learn that Grandma Redman is quite ill.  Being quite an aged lady, her recuperative powers are well nigh spent.
The Hogan Murder Trial at Last Fully Underway—The Story of the Killing Detailed with Great Particularity.

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.

testified that he is a practicing physician; located in Cairo during prevalence of yellow fever in 1878.  Was called to examine the body of C. D. Arter the morning after the killing, by the county coroner.  Found that pistol or gun ball entered deceased’s body under the right shoulder blade, and came out under the breast bone; probed to determine the direction of the ball.  Know little of caliber of balls, but think it was, probably, about 32.  Body was at deceased’s residence, and was dressed for burial.

testified that he is a citizen of Cairo; lived here about 23 years; am a saloonkeeper, on Commercial between Sixth and Seventh.  Have known prisoner seventeen or eighteen years; knew Arter 22 or 23 years.  About quarter to 6 o’clock July 30th last, was standing at Gates’ saloon door, leaning against north side; Arter was sitting on south side, facing east, with newspaper in hand, saw Hogan and Mahoney at hitching pole ten or 15 feet away talking, 5 or 10 minutes; they came into saloon and Mr. Hogan called for cigars; Mr. Mahoney passed out; Mr. Hogan went back to billiard tables; I came ‘round from behind counter and stood at west end until Hogan turned around and walked toward door, when Hogan got within step or two of Arter he whipped out pistol from under his coat and placing it within few inches of Arter’s back, fired.  Arter plunged or ran forward.  Arter was sitting with face east and Hogan approached him from the west.  Hogan and Mahoney were in full view of Arter, and on entering saloon passed between me and ArterMahoney retired after getting cigar.  Hogan fired immediately on reaching the screen, without saying any words to anybody.  Nobody but me and Hogan in the saloon, proper, at the time of shooting.  Hogan paid for cigars.  After Hogan fired, Mr. Arter darted forward, and Hogan ran after him.  Know that Hogan pulled pistol from under his coat.  Don’t know how he held hand as he approached Arter.  Saw Arter, after I ran upstairs and looked down stairway.  Col. McKeaig hollowed out that better get help—thought Arter was dying.  Saw his dead body 8 or 10 minutes afterwards.  Saw Hogan and Mahoney standing near line between our saloon and white & Greer’s store, talking.  They went into saloon about ten minutes afterwards.  Mr. Arter was then sitting where he sat when shot.  He had a newspaper.  Workingmen were putting down flagstone, and Arter was looking at them.  Hogan and Mahoney were in plain view of Arter, 8 or 10 minutes.  They came directly to saloon, and passed between Arter and me, the opening being only about 3 feet.  Arter was in his shirtsleeves, think a white shirt.  Witness identified the bloody shirt exhibited to him as the one worn by deceased.  Was present at first coroner’s inquest, saw body examined; no weapon was found on body.  Arter was 48 or 50 years old, weighed probably 135 or 140.  After Hogan fired first shot, and tried to cock pistol second time, I ran upstairs to quiet womenfolks.  Mr. Arter had been sitting there but a short time before Hogan and Mahoney came up to edge of sidewalk, 10 or 15 feet away.  Nothing unusual in Hogan’s manner, when he came to bar; looked as he always did; known him well for 17 or 18 years and saw him every day.  He didn’t appear excited or agitated, but looked and acted about as usual.  Hogan could not have seen Arter from where he stood at counter; don’t think he could have seen him from back part of saloon where he went when he left counter; when in a few feet of screen; stepped out step or two; whipped out pistol from under coat, and fired.  Have always been on friendly terms with Hogan.

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.

            ALBERT WINTER

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.

            WILLIAM KLUGE

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 ArterArter 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.

testified that he had lived in Cairo about 14 years.  Had known prisoner and deceased ever since his arrival in Cairo.  On the evening of July 30th last, between the hours of 5 and 6 o’clock, while on his way home, he stopped in front of Gates’ saloon to watch the process of laying down flagstones for a sidewalk.  While passing around the workmen to gain a point below, saw Charley Arter sitting in the recess of the saloon door, reading a newspaper.  He sat facing the east with his back toward the west.  I took my stand below the door leaning against the show window fenders, and out of sight of Arter.  I was 5, 6, probably 10 feet below, and near the entrance that leads upstairs.  I heard the report of a pistol and thinking there was a shooting scrape going on in the barroom, it instantly occurred to me it would be prudent to get out of harm’s way.  Accordingly I hastened to the stairway hall, when Charley Arter with arms somewhat extended, as I thought, ran against me, the impetus precipitating both of us into the hallway.  I then discovered a bloody spot on the back of Charley’s vest and at once concluded that he was the wounded man.  It was the work of a second or so to get his legs out of the way so we could close the door.  Charley then struggled to his feet.  I asked him what was the matter.  He replied that Hogan had shot him.  I then asked him if he was hurt much.  Charley replied, “Yes. He’s killed me.”  He fell down second time, and recovered his feet a second time and commenced feeling of the door fastener, as if he distrusted his security.  Thinking that he might not be hurt as badly as he supposed, I again inquired if he was badly hurt.  He replied again that he was killed; and falling down the third time, I saw from the pallor in his face that he was dying.  He died within five or six minutes, I should think, after the pistol was fired, giving his last gasp as his body was being removed from the hallway into the saloon.  Arter used no other language in my hearing, other than that I have detailed.  I appeared as a witness before the coroner’s inquiry that was made the same evening in the rear of the saloon; saw the body searched.  No weapons of any kind were found.  The shot was fired, probably fifteen or twenty minutes after I got there.  Didn’t see Hogan.  I may know Mahoney; but don’t recollect seeing him there.  Deceased got upon his feet and fell down three times before he died.  He died in the stairway; or at least, seemed to give out a gasp or two while the body was undergoing removal from the stairway to the rear of the saloon.


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.

Court then addressed a few words of caution to the jury, and ordered an adjournment until 1 o’clock p.m.
Court re-convened promptly at 1 o’clock.

was recalled by the prosecution.  He was not certain whether he had used the expression that Hogan looked wild.  “I think I did not.  I want the jury to understand that I meant that Hogan looked angry and excited.”

was called to the stand.  Had lived in Cairo over eight years.  Knew Arter seven years, Hogan six or seven years.  Was at police headquarters in Arab engine house when he heard pistol report in Gates’ saloon.  Ran over fast as possible.  Saw Hogan trying to get in entrance to stairway.  Seemed to be somebody inside.  Hogan had his pistol in his right hand.  Saup had hold of him.  Hogan surrendered to me without resistance and we left the crowd and repaired to Squire Robinson’s office where he gave me his pistol (exhibits pistol).  The pistol is just as it was when I got it.  Once chamber is empty.  It is an old-fashioned Colt’s pistol, and shoots caps and balls.  I kept prisoner at Robinson’s office probably ten minutes, and then conveyed him to the county jail.  Left Hogan in Robinson’s while I went back to learn the situation of things.  Arter was not quite dead.

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. ArterHogan 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 30thArter 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.

About 4 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 noon.

Wednesday, 1 Oct 1879:
MT. VERNON, Ill., Sept. 29.—During the trial of Robert Wilson and Ann Slaughter on a charge of adultery, in Justice Baugh’s court today, Wilson was testifying and had just denied the allegation, when John Slaughter, the husband and prosecutor presented a small pistol at the prisoner’s head and fired.  Wilson dodged and the ball entered his neck.  Dr. Green was called and probed the wound, but did not find the ball.  The wound is a dangerous one, and the probabilities are the man will die.  Slaughter was promptly arrested and locked up.  All the parties are colored.

            (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.

            JAMES DRAKE

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.


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. ArterHogan 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.

            JOHN McNULTY

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.


A few 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 died.

Thursday, 2 Oct 1879:
Young Charles F. Arter feels signally outraged by the statement made in the opening speech in the Hogan trial and repeated in the alleged confession of Mrs. Hogan.  Young Arter desired the opportunity to prove its utter falsity, but as the only evidence offered in support of it, was ruled out as irrelevant to the matter in issue, the opportunity was not presented.  Now that the evidence is all in, we say this at his insistence.
The Evidence for the Defense Commenced and Concluded—The Testimony In—Rebuttal All In—The State Will Open the Argument this Morning.

            On the reassembling of the court, yesterday morning, the examination of witnesses for the defense was at once resumed.

            JOHN SHEEHAN

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.

            JOHN HOGAN,

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.

            PAUL CRAWLEY

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.”

            GRUNDY BRYANT

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.

            JAMES BIGGS

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.

            IKE WILSON,

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.”

            JENNY BRACKEN,

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.


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.

            JOHN OATES

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.

            PETER SAUP

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.

            AUGUSTUS BOTTO

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.

            CHARLES FRANK

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.

            WILLIAM KLUGE

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.

            HENRY WINTER

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.


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.

            NICK WILLIAMS

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.

            LEM HANNEY

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.

Friday, 3 Oct 1879:
News was received at Metropolis from Hot Springs the other day the W. J. Yost, Esq., who had gone thither in the hope of bettering his health, was dying.  Straightway Mrs. Yost put out the insignia of sorrow and started, as she supposed, after the dead body of her husband.  Before starting or shortly afterwards she received the gratifying intelligence that Mr. Yost was not only not dead, but that his condition had been considerably improved.  The invalid and his faithful wife are again in Metropolis.  Had he spent two months time at Crittenden Sulphur Springs, a day’s travel from Metropolis, he would now be a sound man.  He is suffering from that most loathsome and terrible of all diseases, the dropsy.

(William J. Yost married Maria Louisa Smith on 23 Feb 1869, in Massac Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
As soon as court convened, yesterday morning, State’s Attorney W. C. Mulkey commenced the argument for the prosecution in the case of the People vs. Hogan.  His speech was a systematic, methodical effort—one that placed the people’s view of the case before the jury, plainly and strongly.  It was of three and a half hours duration, was listened to attentively, and won for the speaker many honestly expressed encomiums.  Mr. Mulkey was followed after dinner, by Mr. S. P. Wheeler, who, although but little given to criminal practice, of late, made a powerful argument.  He used the material in hand skillfully and to the best possible advantage.  It is possible that Judge Allen will take the floor this afternoon, but not probable.  In the meantime, Messrs. Green and Albright will probably be heard.  We are not fully informed as to the arrangement.  We may safely assume that all the attorneys will “give us the best they have in the shop,” and as all of them are men of learning and reputation, it is altogether likely that a large crowd of citizens will be present as listeners.  It is our purpose to give a summary of two speeches, one on either side, and with that, have done with the case, as we hope, forever.

Saturday, 4 Oct 1879:
The trial of John Hogan for the murder of C. D. Arter, has excited an interest among all classes of people—every scrap of testimony, every new fact disclosed forming a topic of discussion in every household in the city.  Arter is dead, and the thought that the hanging or imprisonment of Hogan would serve no good purpose, in so far as he is concerned, has served to paralyze efforts looking to Hogan’s punishment, and to correspondingly stimulate effort in behalf of Hogan.  Friends have worked for him in season and out of season, and whatever the result may be, the debt of gratitude he will owe his friends can never be paid.  The state’s attorney and Judge Allen have fought the battle of the People faithfully and well, and let the verdict of the jury be what it may, no one cay say that they have done less than their whole duty.  Less certainly cannot be said of the attorneys for the defense.  Had each been working for the rescue of a brother he couldn’t have been more active in his client’s cause.

Sunday, 5 Oct 1879:
The case of the People vs. Reynolds will probably come on for trial in November.  The prosecutor will be assisted by an attorney from Cape Girardeau.  The defense will be represented by Allen, Crawford Linegar, Ware and Townes.
The Argus of yesterday evening says:  “About one o’clock p.m., yesterday, the dead body of a large white boy was found by a colored man, lying in the pit of a cattle guard, at a crossing on the Illinois Central railroad near Beech Grove Cemetery.  It was terribly mangled, one foot being cut off, the head cut in two pieces and the limbs and body generally badly cut up.  To all appearances the boy had been run over by a train of cars and forced down into the cattle guard as he lay.  Perhaps he fell from a train, dropping between the cars.  At the time our reporter left the locality, the remains had not been removed.  Word was sent to Coroner Drake that an inquest might be held.  The body had not been identified.”

            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.           

Tuesday, 7 Oct 1879:
Mr. William Kendall, Senior, was found to be too weak to be subjected to a removal to Hot Springs.  As the hope of his recovery seemed to depend upon his ability to stand the hazards of the journey, a few days more will probably terminate the old gentleman’s earthly career, altogether.  All his life he has been a hardworking, laboring man.  During the past twelve years he accumulated money rapidly, and might, had his inclinations run in that way, enjoyed all the luxuries and pleasures that money can command.  He’s had money, but little, very little, of money’s worth.

Wednesday, 8 Oct 1879:
The train that is to convey the remains of the late William Kendall to Villa Ridge, will leave the foot of Tenth Street, at three o’clock this afternoon
Mr. William Kendall, Sr., is dead.  He died yesterday, a short time before daylight.  His illness was a long and painful one, and resisted all the skill the medical profession could bring to bear upon it.  The old gentleman left considerable money, it is thought, and is said to hold the title papers to large bodies of land in Kansas.  His son Frank is the reported devisee of the great bulk of the property.

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.

Thursday, 9 Oct 1879:
A colored man named Plummer, who is well known in the Fourth Ward, and another colored man named Kinney, also known in Cairo, left the city about a week ago, for Osceola, Arkansas, where they expected to find work picking cotton.  Yesterday intelligence reached the city that Plummer and Kinney engaged in a fight, on Monday last, which resulted in Kinney’s death.  We were unable to gain any particulars.
The apparent death and subsequent recovery of W. J. Yost, Esq., certainly formed a most remarkable occurrence.  Vague intimations of something of the kind were given several days ago; but by the return of Mrs. Yost from Hot Springs, where her husband is sojourning, full particulars were obtained.  To all appearances Mr. Yost died, and his body was prepared for burial.  The continued warmth of the body excited attention, however, and a council of physicians was held.  The majority decided that death had done its work, and that Yost was a dead man.  But one of the minority was very persistent in a contrary view of the case, and it was decided to try the effect of electricity.  The poles of a battery were applied, and in a short time the subject was restored to consciousness.  The prospects now are that he will entirely recover, and as a sound man, meet his friends and family again.

Tuesday, 14 Oct 1879:
Mary, daughter of county commissioner Martin V. Brown, died at her home in Thebes, on Friday last, of typhoid malarial fever.  We are in possession of no further particulars. 
Thursday, 16 Oct 1879:
St. Louis Republican:  Mr. Edward Metcalf, one of the best upper Mississippi pilots and a most worthy and exemplary man, died recently at Keokuk without one token of respect, not one banner was unfurled to his memory within this harbor, to which he has brought thousands upon thousands of the human family in safety.  This is really a “cold vain world of ours.”
Frank Dresser and his brother who were mercilessly massacred by the Ute Indians when they sacked the White River agency and murdered old father Meeker, are said to have been late residents of the neighboring town of Anna.  Frank’s body was found in a coal cave, where the poor fellow had crawled to die, after he received his death wound.  The others were found lying on the commons, stark naked, and horribly mutilated by the red devils, who had dispatched them.

(The 11 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., Ohio.—Darrel Dexter)
The case of The People vs. Mrs. Mecham and Morris Howard, for the murder of James Mecham, was called during the present term of the Pulaski Circuit Court, but was laid over by agreement until the February term.  Both the accused are in jail, and no attempt was made by their attorneys to effect their release on bail.  We doubt if they could furnish the bail, if their case were a bailable one.  The murder was a blood-thirsty, shocking affair in the extreme.

Friday, 17 Oct 1879:
A negro man named Henry White was shot and killed at Caledonia on Monday last, by Constable Tom Echols, under the following circumstances:  Echols had a warrant for the arrest of White, to answer to a charge of larceny, preferred by Mr. Baglby.  He found White in Caledonia, at the residence of Mrs. Hiram Boren, at work.  He told him he had a warrant for him and must take him along.  White replied, “All right, but by --- I want my hat,” and avowedly to get his hat he started back through the hall of the building, the constable following him.  Reaching the back yard White broke into a run.  Echols called on him to stop, and thinking to scare him, fired off his revolver.  White continued to run, making directly for the woods.  Echols fired at him a second and third time, and then seeing that the fugitive was likely to reach the woods, and escape, returned to the starting point for his horse, leaving an assistant in pursuit of the fugitive.  When he returned he found that White had fallen, within a hundred yards or so of the point where he was last fired upon.  The last ball fired took effect, striking him in the small of the back two or three inches to the left of the spinal column, and ranging upward lodged under the left nipple.  He died the next evening.  White was a muscular, powerful man, and something of a desperado.  Echols at once surrendered himself and was exonerated from all blame.  The coroner’s inquest was held Wednesday, but with what result we did not learn.
There are a thousand and one stories afloat in Pulaski County in connection with the Mecham assassination.  One of the latest is that Mrs. Mecham held the candle while Howard blew her husband’s brains out.  We have never entertained an exalted opinion of the woman, but of such bloodthirsty fiendishness as that we certainly feel inclined to acquit her.
Died—Sept. 26th, 1879, Callie, only child of Mrs. Annie Fullerton.  The family solicited Elder Reeve to attend the funeral services.  He did so, not, as he said, to help the dead, but to comfort the living.  We never heard a funeral discourse so affecting, and yet so comforting, as the one he delivered on that occasion.  The members of the Sabbath school to which she belonged, with many other friends, followed the remains to the landing, where they were placed on board the Ste. Genevieve, to be taken to Gray’s Point for interment.  Her death has caused a void in her mother’s heart that nothing on earth can fill.  We all feel her loss sadly, but that mother! No tongue can tell her suffering.

Saturday, 18 Oct 1879:

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:

“While 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. Meeker.”
Rose Meeker, the eldest daughter of the Indian agent who was murdered by the Utes, writes a very passionate letter concerning the tragedy.  She says that if the government had acted as promptly before the massacre as it did after, not only would her father’s life have been saved, but also the lives of many others who were slaughtered.  It seems that the agent called for assistance as far back as the tenth of September, but no attention appears to have been given to his request for aid.  Miss Meeker is irreconcilably embittered against the savages.  She has lived among them and knows them well.  She says that rather than permit the slaughter of one decent white man, the government should destroy every Indian on the American continent.  Low, treacherous, heartless devils, they should be swept from the face of the earth without mercy.  Miss Meeker certainly has cause for her bitterness, and while the massacre of Meeker and his assistants calls for terrible vengeance upon the guilty Utes, a terrible responsibility attaches tot eh Department of the Interior.
White, the negro killed by constable Echols, in Caledonia, the other day, had but recently been punished for petty larceny, and was then reminded by Judge Baker that a second offense would send him to the penitentiary.  It was a knowledge of this fact that stimulated the effort to escape.  It was the fourth ball fired that hit him—the first three balls fired and the frequent calls upon him to halt, seemed to have no other effect than to accelerate his speed.  As between the chances of being killed in an attempt to escape, and of going to the penitentiary in the event of capture, he manifestly had fully determined to accept the former.  The colored men of the neighborhood foolishly talked of vengeance, for awhile, but the white residents of the locality, knowing the killing to be excusable, manifested a purpose to protect the constable, and the talk of vengeance ended in talk.

Sunday, 19 Oct 1879:
The little girl, to whose death allusion is made elsewhere, was a daughter of Mrs. Annie Fullerton, of Thebes, and a pupil of Miss Jennie Warwick’s school.
To the Memory of Little Callie Fullerton, Who Died in Thebes, Illinois, on the 26th Day of September 1879.

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.
Lillie Lightner
Minnie Culley
Henry Rolwing
Frank Planert
Thebes, Ills., Oct. 14th, 1879

Wednesday, 22 Oct 1879:
Constable Tom Echols, of Caledonia, was subjected to a second preliminary examination, yesterday, for shooting the negro White, who being charged with the commission of a felony, was trying to make his escape.  We did not learn the result of the inquiry, but if the version of the affair we published, was the correct one, the examination could result in no other way than in a discharge.  The negroes in the vicinity of Caledonia are considerably excited over the matter and for a time talked of summary vengeance, but better counsels prevailed, and the affair will be adjusted according to the demands of an angry mob.

Thursday, 23 Oct 1879:
An exchange says that Mr. Robert Milby, an old and well-known steamboat engineer, for many years a resident of Allegheny City, but for some years past of New Cumberland, West Virginia, was run over on the C. and P. railroad last Tuesday by a train of cars and almost instantly killed.  Deceased was in the 57th year of his age, and leaves a wife and six children, four sons and two daughters, the latter mostly grown up.
The second examination of Constable Tom Echols for the killing of the negro White, instituted before Squire Spence, Monday last, resulted in a second acquittal—a complete exoneration from blame.  During sixteen years service as constable and deputy sheriff, Echols never before had occasion to fire upon anybody, and, although he feels that the law fully excuses him in this case, he says he’d feel immensely more comfortable if the ugly affair had never occurred.

Friday, 24 Oct 1879:
Died, Thursday, at 4 p.m., of brain fever, little Charlie, only child of Mr. Lew Catlett, aged 14 months.  The remains were taken to Beech Grove Cemetery for interment yesterday afternoon.

We 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.
Mrs. H. C. Thielecke
E. W. Thielecke
E. H. Thielecke

Saturday, 25 Oct 1879:
October 20th, Mrs. Belle Gray, after a long and painful illness, was released from her suffering, by death.  In this case, recovery was not expected, and yet we are never ready, never willing to give up a true and faithful friend.  To say that she will be missed, will but poorly express our loss.  She always had a pleasant word for everyone, was cheerful, faithful, hopeful, charitable.  Parson Ritter attended the funeral services.
Tuesday, 28 Oct 1879:
A dispatch dated the 26th says that Charles Huggins (colored), pantryman on the steamer Gen. Rucker, fell from the boiler to the main deck, rolled into the river and was drowned in front of the city tonight.  The Rucker came for lumber to be used in raising the sunken steamer Katie P. Kountz.

Wednesday, 29 Oct 1879:
Helena (Ark.) World:  The body of William Hall, the engineer of the steamer Rapid Transit, who was drowned a few days ago, after lying upon the sand bar, upon the Mississippi side for some time exposed to the weather, was buried yesterday by the authorities of the other wise.  We are informed that the acting coroner endeavored to collect $25 from Capt. Ashford for performing his duty at the inquest, but as Capt. A. understood the laws he did not pay.

Friday, 31 Oct 1879:
The young man Pillow, who was raised in the vicinity of Goose Island, has (if all report be true) developed into one of the worst desperadoes with which the people of that, or any other portion of the county has ever had to deal.  Three or four years ago, and before this young man was of age, his mother, being a widow, married a young man named Ice.  The son, indignant at the match, secured a shotgun and ran Ice off the premises.  At a later date he shot a young man of the neighborhood, and his broils and difficulties since then have been of frequent occurrence.  On Thursday night last, there was a ball in the vicinity of the island, and Pillow was one of the participants.  Heated from his night’s debauch, he repaired to the house of old Mr. Hicks.  Friday morning and, drawing his revolver, opened fire upon the old man and his son, without waiting for a fresh provocation or the arrangement of any preliminaries.  The old gentleman was shot through the fleshy part of his thigh, while the son received two balls through his ankle.  Strangely enough, both balls struck the same spot and passing though the force of the balls was too nearly spent to perforate the boot leg on the opposite side and remained inside the boot, where they were subsequently found.  The Hickses fired upon Pillow, in return, but missed him.  Shortly after this assault, Pillow set out for Missouri, where, most likely, he still remains.  Some time ago, as the story goes, Hicks’ daughter ran off with Pillow, but being subjected to great hardships, she soon returned to her father.  Pillow has repeatedly tried to obtain possession of the girl since then, but failing he ascribed his failure to the influence of the father and brother.  To this fact is ascribed the shooting scrape, of Friday.  It is only fair to say, perhaps that this is the version of the affair from the Hicks point of view.  Pillow’s story we have not heard, and as he will have all he can do to keep out of the clutches of the officers, we are not likely to hear it.

Saturday, 1 Nov 1879:
John M. Moyer, of Jonesboro, died on Wednesday last, and was buried by the Odd Fellows, of which order he had long been an honored member.  Moyer had been afflicted about ten years with a cancer that had finally eaten away the side of his face and far into his throat, rendering him an object that was horrible to look upon.  He was a son of John D. Moyer, of Texas, who was a brother of Mrs. Dr. Arter, of Cairo.  With John M. perished the last of seven members of that branch of the Moyer family.  He was about fifty years of age, and leaves six children.

(The 1 Nov 1879, Jonesboro Gazette reported that John Moyer’s cancer first appeared while serving in the Union Army.—Darrel Dexter)
 Tuesday, 4 Nov 1879:
The funeral notice of Willie Tessier will be found in another column of this morning’s Bulletin.
Julian Pillow, who killed his man last year in this county and was acquitted, and who filled two men with turkey shot last week, fired six shots at the constable who attempted to arrest him, and is denouncing himself as a bad shot because he missed his mark every time.
A woman whose name we could not learn had her teeth extracted by a dentist in Mound City, immediately before the great fire that destroyed most of the city commenced.  The shock of the operation, combined with the alarm created by the conflagration, threw her into a nervous fever of which she died yesterday forenoon.
Mr. David Pitman, a colored patriot, fled from the South a few months ago—exuded, so to speak—because of the intolerance of the white people of his neighborhood.  They oppressed him—would not allow him to vote as he pleased, talk as he pleased or steal as he pleased.  For a time he worked for Capt. Clark, of Mississippi County, Missouri, and then located in Cairo.  On Sunday he was one of the crowd that went to the great Mound City fire.  While the conflagration was raging, Pitman became drunk, and at the time the Cairo people were waiting for the train to return home, he opened fire upon them with a revolver.  John Bambrick managed to get the revolver away from him, when Pitman drew either a pocketknife or a razor and began a general attack on everybody who could not or did not run faster than he could.  Unfortunately, Willie Tessier, an excellent boy, of fifteen years, came within reach of Pitman’s murderous weapon and was mortally wounded.  He was cut in the right side and disemboweled.  He died yesterday morning, lamented by everybody who knew him.  After he had disposed of the boy, Pitman attacked a man—a cooper—who came within reach of his arm and cut him in the side, inflicting what is believed to be a mortal injury.  The injured man is now lying in a precarious condition at the Sisters’ hospital in this city.  Unable to restrain the maniac in any other way, Mr. Jack Lally shot him in the leg, and some other person hit him in the head with a coupling pin.  Unfortunately he was not killed and is now a prisoner in our county jail.

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.

John Major, M. F. Wooten, C. B. Newland, M. J. Burkley, J. Summerwell—jurors; Herman Sanders, foreman.

Wednesday, 5 Nov 1879:
Zachariah Chandler is dead.  He was a man of strong political prejudices, who listed his enemies with a vim not at all commendable.  He was more of a politician than statesman, and had, as such men always have, many warm friends and bitter enemies.
The Argus says:  “The woman The Bulletin reports as having died at Mound City forenoon, of nervous fever, still lives, and is in a fair way to recover.”  The Argus’ woman may recover, but we stick to it, that The Bulletin’s woman is dead.  She was obliged to die.  The Bulletin said she was dead, and therefore she had to die.  We don’t know who she was, or where she came from, but we announced her death on the authority of a man who sometimes exaggerates, but never or hardly ever, lies.
Gupton, the man who killed Eschbach, the barber, several years ago, and who served a term in the Illinois penitentiary for this crime, was in the city yesterday.  He is still a desperate man, and continues to indulge in intoxicating liquors, under the influence of which he is a bloodthirsty maniac.
Tuesday, 11 Nov 1879:
We regret to hear of the serious illness of Mrs. Bambrick.  The cause of her sickness we did not learn.  She is not expected to live.
We, some days ago, noticed the fact that Mr. George Dunn had been called home at Smithland, Ky., by the sickness of his father.  After an absence of several days he returned, leaving his father still sick, but hopeful of his ultimate recovery.  These hopes were not, however, realized.  He died last Thursday in his 65th year.

Wednesday, 12 Nov 1879:
The funeral services over the remains of Thomas Conners will be read in St. Joseph’s Catholic Church this afternoon.  The funeral cortege will leave the residence, corner Nineteenth and Poplar, at 1:30 p.m.

Thursday, 13 Nov 1879:
Mr. Thomas Conners, who died day before yesterday and was buried yesterday, was a man of family.  he leaves a wife and child to mourn his sudden and untimely taking off.

After a 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.
All who know the family warmly sympathize with them in their irreparable loss.—Sun.

Friday, 14 Nov 1879:
The friends and acquaintances of the late John Holmes, present at his funeral yesterday afternoon, at the Presbyterian church, completely filled that large edifice.  The services were solemn and impressive.  The procession from the church was headed by a band playing the funeral dirge.  Following the band came the Knights of the Mystic Krew, the members of the Delta City Fire Company, and the friends and acquaintances of the family of the deceased.  The procession numbered not less than four hundred persons, nearly all of whom attended the remains to their last resting place in Beech Grove Cemetery.

Saturday, 15 Nov 1879:
The Terrific Storm Yesterday—One Life Lost—Considerable Damage in Different Parts of the City

Among 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.
Tuesday, 18 Nov 1879:
We mentioned in our report of the storm the other day the fact that a little eight-year-old girl, named Alice Morris, had come to her death in the old hub factory building by the wind shoving a heavy door against her and knocking her out of the building—causing her to fall a distance of thirty feet.  Mr. Jacob Hoeur, a cooper, assisted by ‘Squire Osborne and others Friday, by subscription raised a sum on money sufficient to bury the remains in a becoming manner.  A little over thirty-five dollars were collected, eleven dollars of which were paid for a coffin, and twenty-five for a special car and engine.  The funeral took place on Saturday and was largely attended, Rev. Whittaker officiating.  The remains were taken to Villa Ridge.  We may say, in this connection that we have in Cairo an unusually large number of kind, Christian ladies and gentlemen who, apparently, never tire of giving to the needy and deserving.  “Do good” seems to be their watchword.
Many of our readers doubtless remember Archie Dugan.  Archie was a “bad egg” in his own way, and when “boozy,” generally felt like a “gay girl in a calico dress,” and acted accordingly.  But this is to no point.  The story comes up from Island No. 40 that Archie is no longer among the living; that he has, in short, gone where all good darkies go.  It appears that he left this city on the Belle St. Louis; that he, on the way down the river, relieved one of the passengers on the boat of a pocket book well ornamented with fresh greenbacks; officers soon had an eye on him, and when the boat sank at Island 40, he thought his opportunity to escape has come and attempted it by jumping into a yaw and rowing for dear life.  The officers immediately set after him in another yawl and overtaking him, ran up against him in a manner to tip him into the river.  This was the last seen of him, and if he is yet in the land of the living, it will be a surprise to all who witnessed the dreadful plunge.

A young 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 County Press

Wednesday, 19 Nov 1879:
The sudden death of Mr. Dan Sullivan, of Sandusky, which was announced here yesterday, was quite a surprise to his many friends and acquaintances in this city.  Mr. Sullivan had a habit of visiting this city very often and with much regularity, and this acquired a popularity with our people—many of whom much regret to lose his genial companionship.  His friends were in the city yesterday making preparations for the burial of his remains.  We were told that Mr. Dan Sullivan was a relative of our Dr. Sullivan, but for the truth of this we cannot vouch.
We learn that Dr. Speed Slaughter, of Milburn, Ballard County, Ky., a highly respected and esteemed physician of that city, died of congestion of the brain last Friday.  He was a prominent and influential Republican of Ballard, and at the time of his death was postmaster at Milburn.

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.


A Runaway from Mt. Vernon, Ills., Dies in St. Mary’s Hospital of Pneumonia.

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.

Mr. 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.
Friday, 21 Nov 1879:

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 city papers.
G. A. Saup
T. M. Lovett, Com.

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.
I. B. Ostrander,
George E. O’Hara,
S. J. Humm, Com.
Sunday, 23 Nov 1879:
Van Cleve.—
In Centralia, Ills., Friday, November 14, 1879, Harriet, wife of Dr. W. S. Van Cleve, aged 58 years and 9 months.

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)

Tuesday, 25 Nov 1879:
About a week ago, Mr. Dan Sullivan, living in Thebes, was suddenly taken sick, and after a short prostration died.  Immediately after that the rest of the family was also taken down with the same disease.

 Sunday, 30 Nov 1879:

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 a sensation.

Resolutions of Respect.

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.
Benjamin Y. George
W. F. Whitaker
G. M. Alden

Tuesday, 2 Dec 1879:
We learn that William C. Mulkey, our state’s attorney, has been engaged in the defense of Mrs. Meachan, of Pulaski County, charged with murder.  An attempt will shortly be made to secure her release on a writ of habeas corpus.

Wednesday, 3 Dec 1879:
Boy Instantly Killed by a Keg of Nails

Special Correspondence Daily Bulletin
ANNA, Ill., Dec. 2d, 1879.

James 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 industrious fellow.

Thursday, 4 Dec 1879:
We stated some time ago that if all reports were true, the young man Pillow, who was raised in Goose Island, had developed into one of the worst desperadoes with which the people of that or any other portion of the country had had to deal.  Three or four years ago and before this young man was of age, his mother, being a widow, married a young man named Ice.  The son, indignant at the match, secured a shotgun and ran Ice off the premises.  At a later date he shot a young man of the neighborhood, and his broils and difficulties since then have been of frequent occurrence.  On a Thursday in October (we have forgotten the date) there was a ball in the vicinity of the Island and Pillow was one of the participants.  Heated from his night’s debauch, he repaired to the house of old Mr. Hicks and, drawing his revolver, opened fire upon the old man and his son.  The old man was shot through the fleshy part of his thigh, while the son received two balls through his ankles.  The Hickses fired upon Pillow in return, but missed him.  Shortly after this assault, Pillow set out for Missouri where he remained quite a while.  Sheriff Holmes and his deputies have, ever since this last scrape of Pillow’s kept a sharp look out for him and Saturday their efforts to capture him were crowned with success and he was brought to Cairo and lodged in the county jail.  Subpoenas to compel the presence of those who witnessed the shooting and know the character of Pillow were at once obtained and men bearing them were sent out in the country, some going as far as sixteen miles therewith.  The witnesses are expected in today and the hearing is set at 3 o’clock this afternoon.  Squire Osborn will hear the case.

Friday, 5 Dec 1879:
Mr. George Wichert Reported to Have Shot Himself in Vincennes, Ind.

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.

For the 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.

            CICERO 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.

            HENRY PILLOW,

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.

            JULIAN PILLOW,

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.

Sunday, 7 Dec 1879:
Death of Alderman William O’Callahan.

It is 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, at the time of his death, was aged 48 years.  He was born in Waterford, Ireland, and came to this country in 1854, and settled in Des Moines, Iowa.  He engaged in farming there until 1865, when he came to Cairo.  While here he met with considerable misfortune, among which was the burning to the ground of his residence and business house on the site, where now stands his brick building, on the corner of Fourth and Commercial Avenue.

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.

The 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 afternoon.

Tuesday, 9 Dec 1879:
The funeral of Alderman William O’Callahan was largely attended—four coaches of friends accompanying the remains to its last resting place in Villa Ridge.  Our alderman, to a man, we believe, also did honor to his remains by attending.
The funeral train which took to Villa Ridge, Sunday, the remains of Alderman O’Callahan, while returning in the evening and while near the cross levee, ran into the back of a Cairo and Vincennes freight train, causing quite a shock to the passengers in the coaches.  The cowcatcher of the engine was badly demolished, but she was not thrown from the track.

Thursday, 11 Dec 1879:

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. & V. railroad.

Friday, 12 Dec 1879:
Died.—Abigail H. Wood, daughter of Dr. W. Wood, nearly seven years of age, December 11th, of rheumatism of the heart.  Funeral services at the residence at 1 o’clock p.m.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Abigail H. Wood 1873-1879.—Darrel Dexter)
Wash Weims and Halliday Bros. Span of Mules Lose Their Lives in the Mississippi.

Wash 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 ferryboat.
Weims is a colored man of family, and lives, we believe, on Twentieth Street between the avenues.  We are informed by a man who saw him twenty minutes before the accident, and who had a conversation with him, that Weims was under the influence of liquor at the time of the accident.
The two mules were large and powerful animals and it is hardly probable that they were unable to hold the wagon while going down the levee.  The more reasonable supposition is that they were urged on by the man who was under the influence of liquor, who did not realize the danger to which he was exposing himself.

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.

(The 13 Dec 1879, issue stated the man’s name was Meims.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 13 Dec 1879:
It is with sincere sorrow, and with deep sympathy for the bereaved parents that we record the death of Eliza Ann, daughter of Samuel and Caroline Clutts, of the Palmer School District, who died December 7th, of spinal meningitis, aged 13 years, 2 months, and 13 days.  She has gone to a better land.  May the aged and bereaved parents find comfort in Him who said:  “Come unto me you that are heavy laden, and I will comfort you.”

 The colored man who was drowned with Halliday Brothers’ span of mules, the other day, was a man of family, composed of his wife and four or five children.  His name is not Weims, as we announced, but Meims.  The remains have not yet been recovered.
Judge Browning Held Her to Bail in the Sum of Two Thousand Dollars, News Received at a Late Hour Last Night.

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.

Our 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.
Much interest has been felt as to the outcome of this case, both by our people and the people of Pulaski County.

Sunday, 14 Dec 1879:
Mrs. Elizabeth Baker, aged 70, and Mrs. Sarah Platt, aged 74, both of Bloomington, are dead.  The latter was the mother of Gov. Routt’s first wife and settled in Bloomington in 1837.
Thursday, 18 Dec 1879:
A Negro Child Nearly Burned to Death Yesterday.

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.

The mother’s name is Mary Gillen; the child’s Charley Gillen.

Friday, 19 Dec 1879:
The little colored boy, Charley Gillen, whose severe burning we announced yesterday morning, died from the effects thereof.
Wednesday, 24 Dec 1879:

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.
Thursday, 25 Dec 1879:
Mrs. Quigley, stepsister of Mr. Richard Fitzgerald, died at her residence uptown yesterday of typhoid pneumonia.

Friday, 26 Dec 1879:

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.

GALENA, 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 intelligence.
Mr. Wallace Nall, of the Lincoln Times, has lost his youngest brother, Vivian Nall, a youth of 14.

Saturday, 27 Dec 1879:
A sad accident occurred yesterday (Dec. 22) evening near Mr. T. J. McClure’s mill.  A man by the name of Watson, while assisting in putting on a wagon tire had his revolver to drop from his pocket and falling on the hammer, the pistol fired, the charge entering Watson’s breast, killing him almost instantly. In this age and country, one would suppose that people would have better sense than to make a portable arsenal of themselves, while at their daily avocation; doesn’t speak very highly of our civilization at any rate.
The burial of Mr. Richard Fitzgerald’s sister took place on Christmas Day and was quite largely attended.  The remains were interred at the Seven Mile graveyard.

(The 25 Dec 1879, issue, identifies her as his stepsister named Mrs. Quigley.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 28 Dec 1879:

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. 
Wednesday, 31 Dec 1879:

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:

Ex-Gov. Dougherty 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.
The Pistol and Shot Gun in Pulaski County.

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.

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