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The Cairo Daily Bulletin

 3 Jan 1882 - 31 Dec 1882


The Weekly Cairo Bulletin

 17 Apr 1882


Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois

Transcribed and annotated by Darrel Dexter

Tuesday, 3 Jan 1882:

Died, at 10 o’clock last night, at his residence on south side of Eleventh Street, between Walnut and Cedar streets, Anthony Smith.  Funeral starts at 2 p.m. today from residence for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held.  Funeral train leaves foot of Eighth Street at 2:30 o’clock for Villa Ridge.  Mr. Smith leaves a family of wife and five children to mourn his death. 
Friday, 6 Jan 1882:
The remains of Mr. Charles M. Thompson, who died of typhoid pneumonia at his home at the corner of Twenty-ninth Street Wednesday, were taken to Beech Grove for burial yesterday. 
Sunday, 8 Jan 1882:
The son of Mr. John Wilmot, of Mounds Junction, who was shot in the knee some days ago by Mr. Jasper Wilgus, the station agent, was reported yesterday in a letter to G. G. Parker, who amputated the young man’s leg, to be getting along better than was expected.  There are now some hopes of his recovery.
Martin Kankowsky, a Jersey murderer, took an extremely philosophical and religious view of his approaching end, for he was sentenced to die upon the gallows upon a certain day.  “My Heavenly Father,” he ejaculates piously, “how I thank Thee for letting me know the hour of my death, so that I can prepare for it, while others are not accorded this great privilege.”  Among the others not thus favored, Mr. Kankowsky probably includes his victim.  How much kinder providence would seem to be to the murderer.  His death will be ignominious, but he goes forth—he will be “plunged into eternity” as the reports will say,—with the calm assurance that he is going straight to a heavenly rest.

Copenhaffer, One of the Johnson County Prisoners, Attempted to Saw His Way Out of the County Jail.

Friday night, about ten o’clock, Mr. Michael Fitzgerald, and his brother, John, sons of County Jailer Richard Fitzgerald, after having made a round of the jail to see that all was well with the prisoners and the premises, retired to their room for the night.  They had lain in bed about an hour and Michael, the oldest, was just dozing off in a gentle slumber, when a slight rasping noise fell upon his ear.  Having had some years of experience in the care of prisoners in the county jail, he is quick to detect any unusual noises and always alert and ready for action when any such occur.  He aroused himself and brother immediately, and telling his brother to follow, made for the cells from one of which the sound came.  He opened the hall door gently and listened a moment until he had located the sound, and then, sneaking up to the door of the cell from whence it came, he suddenly thrust a revolver through the grating and commanded the would-be fugitive from justice to move not a muscle, or he would be hurled into eternity by means of powder and ball.  The prisoner obeyed the order promptly and explicitly, he stood perfectly quiet until Michael had opened the cell door and took from him one hand a file about twelve inches long and from the other a little double-toothed saw, made out of a common steel table knife, several inches of the point broken off, leaving a stout stub of about four inches in length to the handle.  Into either dredge of this short, stout blade tiny teeth had been filed with one corner of the large file, which were yet quite sharp when the same was taken possession of by Mr. Fitzgerald.  The saw was also very bright from recent use.

Upon examination of the bars in the door, which are about half an inch thick and two inches wide, it was found that one of them had been sawed nearly half way through, and it would have taken but a few hours of diligent work with the splendid tools in use to have cut three or four of the bars in two.
Besides Copenhoffer, who was brought here by the sheriff of Johnson County for safekeeping until he shall be tried upon the charge of murder, there were two other prisoners in the cell—two cattle thieves.  Their scheme was nicely failed and their ardent hopes of escape rudely blasted by the vigilance of young Michael Fitzgerald.

(Copenhoffer was charged with the murder of William R. Hodge.—Darrel Dexter
Thursday, 12 Jan 1882:

A colored boy, about twenty years of age, was accidentally drowned just outside of the Illinois Central railroad company’s wharf boat yesterday afternoon, about 1:30 o’clock.

The boy in company with a friend, entered a skiff with the intention of crossing the river for East Cairo to collect some money due him there.  They entered the skiff below the wharfboat and started to pull up stream to a point above the wharfboat in order not to be carried too far down in crossing.  But neither of the boys had much experience in the art of rowing a skiff, and when they had reached to about the center of the wharfboat, they found it impossible to make any headway against the current.  They therefore drew in their oars, stood up in the bottom of the skiff, and proceeded to draw themselves up stream by means of the guard of the wharfboat.  Young Roberson was in the bow of the skiff and was pulling with more energy than caution.  The current was very strong and at a moment when Roberson had taken new hold of the guard, swept the skiff away from under him, leaving him to hang on the ends of his fingers with his feet dangling in the water.  The other negro, who had managed to remain in the skiff, made frantic endeavors to push the skiff back to his partner, but without success.  Roberson was compelled to let go his hold before any assistance could reach him, and he went under the water never to rise again alive and leaving only his hat behind, which was picked up by the man in the skiff.

Young Roberson had been employed at East Cairo on one of the railroads, and it was money due him from one of these which it is said he intended to get.  Recently he has been employed in different ways at The Halliday.  His body had not been discovered late last night.

Friday, 13 Jan 1882:
A widow woman named Mrs. Payne, living with her three or four children on Thirty-fourth Street, near Commercial Avenue, suddenly fell down and died, yesterday afternoon.  She was in moderate circumstances and her children will feel her loss severely.  Medical attendance was called in immediately after the occurrence, but nothing could be done for the woman; she was dead.  Her remains will probably be buried today.
There have been now seven cases of small pox and varioloid in this city; one of them proved fatal, the others have either entirely recovered or are recovering.
In the circuit court yesterday the argument in the case of Jones vs. Illinois Central railroad company was concluded, and the case given to the jury about four o’clock this afternoon.  About nine o’clock last night the jury had not yet found a verdict, and so far as could be learned, was badly hung and the prospect of its finding a verdict at all were not very flattering.  This case gotten out of court for the time being, another case, that of Mrs. Jane Lindsey vs. Illinois Central railroad company, was taken up.  Mrs. Lindsey is administratrix of the estate of her husband, who was killed some time ago near the junction while in the employ of the company.  In this case a jury had been empanelled and the case opened before court adjourned to convene again this morning.

(Jacob Lindsey died 10 Sep 1879, from injuries received on the Illinois Central.—Darrel Dexter)

In reply to the statement made in the Massac Journal, of Metropolis, that small pox had reached Paducah, the Enterprise of the latter city says:

“We only have one case of small pox among us, a colored man, who contracted the loathsome disease in Cairo.  He was immediately cared for by our authorities, sent to the pest house and no new cases have developed.  The scare in Paducah has entirely subsided.”

Some time ago a white man named Black came to the marine hospital station in this city and applied for admission, saying that he had fallen into the river and was sick.  He had come here direct from Paducah on the steamer Gus Fowler, and had gone straight from the boat to the hospital.  He was admitted to the hospital by the kind Sisters, and Dr. C. R. Carter, the marine physician, was notified.  The doctor came and saw and discovered that the man Black was afflicted with the loathsome disease called small pox.  The doctor told the man Black that his ailment was small pox and the man Black replied that he knew it.  He knew it when he started from Paducah for Cairo; he had told the authorities of Paducah, or the men who acted as such, that he had the small pox, expecting that they would care for him.  But instead of doing this, the authorities of Paducah, or the men who acted as such, spurred him, compelled him to go aboard of the steamer Gus Fowler, and to leave the city, no matter where or how, dead or alive—no matter if he carried disease and death into other communities—no matter if he reached with pesticial hand the hearth stones of neighboring cities, or if he transformed a popular public conveyance into a floating pesthouse.  Just so he left Paducah, just so Paducah would not be troubled with the care of this one poor sufferer.  Thus reasoned the authorities of Paducah, or those who acted as such in this matter; and men, with souls and brains more infinitesimal in dimensions that these persons seem to possess, it would be impossible to find.  But Black thought to profit by this brutal treatment of himself directly and of this part of the country and the traveling public in general, indirectly—he did Cairo the injustice to believe that her authorities would also refuse to care for him and send him away if he told the truth concerning the character of his ailment, therefore, he did not tell the truth, but pretended to have fallen into the river, and thus caught a severe cold.

This is the story, which Black told when he was lying upon what he had reason to believe would prove to be his deathbed, and we have as yet not seen any contradiction of it in the Paducah press.  We have excellent ground, therefore, to believe the story true.  From Black’s arrival here may be dated the advent of small pox here.  For Black the city board of health had its first meeting, for Black’s reception the city pest house was repaired and furnished; Black was its first inmate; since Black’s arrival there have been four more cases, all developed in the same ward of the marine hospital where he was temporarily cared for; and Black, the cause of all this, was foisted upon Cairo by the heartless authorities or the miserable persons who acted as such, of the town, where is published the paper from which is taken the above extract, charging upon Cairo the fault of the existence of small pox in Paducah!  We protest, Mr. Gaines, of the Enterprise; we protested when your authorities or persons who acted as such, committed a great wrong against Cairo, and we protest again now, when you add insult to that great wrong.

Saturday, 14 Jan 1882:
The trial of the Ashland murderers is in progress.
Great excitement in Mayfield, Ky., because of the death from small pox of young Charles McElrath.  Telegrams for vaccine virus were coming to Paducah all day Thursday, while many parties not caring to risk delay, came on the train after the matter.  So many called to see the sick man before it was known that he had the small pox, that other cases are almost certain to break out, and the excitement and fear is but natural.  A gentleman of the place, who was in Paducah Thursday said that nothing occurring in the place for years has raised such a decided sensation.
Paducah Enterprise:  “Mayfield, Ky., January 11.—Charles McElrath, son of Mr. John McElrath, died here this evening.  The doctors say he had a well-developed case of small pox, and as many have been to see him and the family been out considerable, more cases are feared.  The deceased had but recently returned form Cincinnati, where it is supposed he contracted the disease.  He was taken sick last Friday.  He was twenty-one years of age.  His father is now in New Orleans.  Considerable excitement exists over the case.”

The jury in the case of the family of Edward Jones vs. the Illinois Central railroad company, to which, as stated in yesterday’s Bulletin, the case was submitted at 4 o’clock Thursday afternoon, did not find a verdict until 2 o’clock yesterday morning, having been confined in the jury room without food for ten hours.  At this time a verdict in favor of the plaintiff was agreed upon, the amount of damages being placed at three thousand dollars.  The cause of the delay in arriving at a verdict was that two of the jurymen wanted to place the amount at three thousand one hundred and fifty dollars, to which the others firmly objected.

In the case of Jane Lindsey vs. the Illinois Central railroad company, in which the former sued the latter for five thousand dollars, as damages for the death of her husband, for which the company is alleged to have been responsible, the plaintiff took a nonsuit yesterday for reasons satisfactory to her attorneys.  The amount of damages sued for was five thousand dollars. 

Sunday, 15 Jan 1882:

Yesterday morning at the residence of her brother-in-law, G. F. Ort, in this city, Mrs. Minnie DeGelder, aged 29 years.  Funeral services at the Presbyterian church at 1 o’clock.  Special train will leave foot of 8th Street at 2 o’clock.

(George F. Ort married Helena Ellen DeGelder on 4 Nov 1874, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
News from the bedside of Rev. Whitaker received in this city yesterday, is discouraging.  He is reported as gradually sinking.
Mrs. R. Hebsacker left Tuesday for Wheeling, West Virginia, called there by a telegram announcing the serious illness of her aunt, Mrs. Sachse.  A dispatch received by Mr. Hebsacker yesterday announced the safe arrival of Mrs. Hebsacker at the bedside of her aunt.  Mrs. Sache will be remembered by a number of our German citizens as being a songstress of considerable talent.  She was here on a short visit last summer and honored a few select friends with a specimen of her vocal abilities in a private concert.  She is now fifty-one years of age; her ailment is heart disease.

Tuesday, 17 Jan 1882:
The funeral of Mrs. Minnie DeGelder took place yesterday afternoon at 1:30 o’clock.  Services were held in the Presbyterian church by Rev. B. Y. George.  The remains were taken to Villa Ridge for interment, followed by a number of the friends of the family.

(Minnie B. Zonne married George F. DeGelder on 22 Apr 1880, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery reads:  Minnie Wife of G. F. DeGelder Died Jan. 14, 1882, Aged 29 Yrs. 6 Mos.—Darrel Dexter)
The Jackson County Era, of Murphysboro, gives the following particulars of a fatal accident in its Friday’s issue:  “As the south bound freight was doing some switching at the Lewis switch, at 4:30 yesterday morning, Mr. Silas Matthew, of Percy, aged about twenty-three years, brakeman on the train, jumped off the rear end of the flat car that was backing up, in an instant, cries were heard and on stopping the engine, he was found to be under the tender; he was at once taken from the track, and died in about five minutes, he was perfectly conscious all the time and told his comrades that he jumped off to make the coupling and got caught; although none of the wheels passed over him, he was mashed to nearly jelly, and it is surprising he lived a moment.  Coroner Randolph held an inquest, and a verdict of accidental death returned.  The remains were forwarded to his home by train yesterday afternoon.”

Wednesday, 18 Jan 1882:
Paducah News:  “Five of the prisoners in the Covington (Ky.) jail were attacked by small pox.  Four of them were sent to the pesthouse, but the other was a condemned murderer and could not be removed.  The disease will probably ‘remove’ him.”
The negro, Filmore Wade, who has been confined in the pesthouse for a week or ten days with typhoid fever and varioloid, died yesterday evening about 4:45 o’clock.  Dr. Carter was in attendance when he died and made him as comfortable as possible.  He will probably be buried today, or was last night.  Wade was about twenty-seven years of age; he is a native of Tennessee, where it is believed he has relations living.  He came here about a month ago as a river man and gained admission to the marine hospital by reason of being afflicted with typhoid fever.  When the negro Black was sent to Cairo from Paducah because he had the small pox, and was taken into the marine ward of the hospital here and cared for until the pesthouse could be gotten ready, Wade, who was just recovering from a hard but successful fight with typhoid fever, took small pox from Black, and soon followed him to the pest house, where he breathed his last yesterday.  Thus it appears that the Paducah gentlemen, who sent Black to Cairo, knowing that he was afflicted with the small pox, have already the blood of one human being upon their hands.  How many more will follow this, time will soon tell.  The other four patients now in the pest house are doing very well indeed, and there is ground to hope that all will speedily recover.  There have been no further development of the disease in the hospital, but there is one patient under isolation, in anticipation that he will show signs of varioloid either today or tomorrow.  He has been exposed to the disease, and will very likely take it sooner or later.

Saturday, 21 Jan 1882:
The Bulletin is in receipt of a letter from one J. E. Bish, a colored man, of Chicago, asking for information concerning his brother, Frank.  He says Frank was drowned, or thinks he was, on the steamer Grand Tower, recently and describes him as being of a light brown complexion, small moustache, black hair, about thirty years of age, and medium height.  He was a deck hand on the Grand Tower, says out correspondent, and he leaves a family and a number of relatives in Chicago.  Any information concerning deceased sent to J. E. Bish, 191 Third Street, Chicago, Ill., will be received by the family and relatives.

Sunday, 22 Jan 1882:
The estimable wife of Mr. Jeffrey, express agent at Ullin station, died there a few days ago.

Tuesday, 24 Jan 1882:
Rev. W. H. Whitaker is still in a precarious condition and those attending him entertain no hope of his recovery.

Wednesday, 25 Jan 1882:

A dispatch was received yesterday by Mr. A. Frasier, in this city, telling him that his brother-in-law, Mr. James B. Fulton, who has for years been chief engineer at the Anna insane asylum, had fallen through a hatchway at 2:10 o’clock yesterday afternoon and was killed, and asking Mrs. Frazier to come up.

The news spread very rapidly through the city and the expressions of regret at the terrible accident were general, for deceased was known and liked by every Cairoite whose citizenship here dates back to the time of the close of the war. 

Mrs. Frasier, who is a sister of the wife of deceased, left this morning for Anna to attend the funeral services.  The remains will probably be conveyed to Louisville for burial.

Captain Fulton was born at Beaver Dam, near Pittsburg, in 1825.  He lived there for a number of years and then went on the river, serving during the war, as chief engineer of the Mississippi squadron, having his headquarters at Mound City.  Soon after the close of the war, or about the year 1867, he came to Cairo and in partnership with Mr. Alex Frazier, engaged in the copper and iron working business.  At the end of about two years the firm was dissolved and each carried on business separately.  But Captain Fulton had become attached to river life and when he was offered the position of chief engineer on the steamer Mary E. Forsyth, he accepted and held the position until the steamer foundered near the Gulf.  He then returned to Cairo and about eight years ago accepted the position of chief engineer of the Anna Insane Asylum, which he held until his violent death.  His nearest living relatives are his wife, who was with him at Anna, several cousins, and the family of Mr. Alex Frasier, whose wife is Mrs. Fulton’s sister.  He was a Mason in good standing, a  member of Cairo’s commandery of Knights Templar, and he will be buried with Masonic honors.

Captain and Mrs. Fulton were in this city on a short visit only a week or ten days ago and were cordially greeted by their many sincere friends here.  The captain was of a genial disposition, making friends of all with whom he was brought into social or business relationship.  The sad end of his life, which, it seemed when he was here last, would yet be prolonged through many happy years, is matter of as general and deep regret, here, as it undoubtedly is in the city where he has resided during the last eight years.

(James B. Fulton married Sallie W. Morris on 15 May 1866, in Pulaski Co., Ill.  The 28 Jan 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that James B. Fulton was also a brother-in-law of J. W. Morris.—Darrel Dexter)
Of an accident in a coal mine near Murphysboro, which occurred on Wednesday of last week, the Jackson County Era says:  “On Wednesday morning news was brought to this city of an accident at the Harrison Mines, north of this place, whereby two lives were lost through some cause not yet fully known, although many workmen at that pit lay it to a lack of proper caution in placing props under top coal.  Soon after the men at the Harrison shaft had gone to work a fall of coal, about five tons, was heard, with cries.  The men in the adjoining rooms were quickly at the spot and in the edge of the fall the limbs of a brother workman were seen and in about five minutes the lifeless body of a driver, John Hesse, aged about 18 years, was taken out.  His head, it appeared, had received the heaviest part of them all, completely mashing the upper part so that his brains were forced out.  From the position of the body the supposition is that he was leaning under the top coal talking to the workman underneath.  About ten minutes elapsed before the body of Mr. Joseph Burney was found, as it was not positively known that anyone was at work in the room, and only when comrades of the unfortunate man discovered some of his clothing and can, that search was made for him.  His dead body was found further under the coal, completely covered up, and to all appearances his back was broken and body mashed internally.  The head and face was not crushed.  Mr. Burney was a married man about 40 years of age, and leaves a wife and two children to brave the battles of this life without his aid.”

Thursday, 26 Jan 1882:
The remains of Captain James B. Fulton arrived here from Anna yesterday afternoon on the Illinois Central train.  They were accompanied by four Sir Knights and ten members of the Blue Lodge, of Anna, and by Mrs. Fulton and Mrs. Frasier.  The party was met at the passenger depot here by eighteen Sir Knights of Cairo Commandery and conducted to the home of Mr. Alex. Frasier, near the corner of Fourteenth Street and Washington Avenue, from whence as will be seen from a funeral notice elsewhere in this issue, they will be conveyed to the funeral train at the foot of Fourteenth Street, on Ohio Levee, at one o’clock this afternoon.

The funeral of James B. Fulton, who died at Anna on Tuesday afternoon, at 2:10 o’clock p.m., will take place from the residence of Mr. Alex Frasier, near the corner of 14th Street and Washington Avenue at one o’clock this afternoon.

The Sir Knights of Cairo Lodge, of which deceased was one, will gather at their asylum on Commercial Avenue at 11:45 o’clock this morning, and proceed from there to the residence of Mr. Alex. Frasier, where services will be held over the remains, by Rev. B. Y. George.  The funeral procession will leave the house at one o’clock this afternoon for the train, at the foot of Fourteenth Street and the remains will be interred at Beech Grove with Masonic rites.

Friday, 27 Jan 1882:
The funeral of Mr. James B. Fulton took place yesterday afternoon.  The remains had lain in state at the residence of Mr. Alex. Frazier since the evening of the previous day, and many of the friends of the deceased visited the house to take a last view of him.  A little after twelve o’clock yesterday the Knights Templar of Cairo Commandery, wearing their uniforms and sabers, and being preceded by a cornet band, left their asylum on Commercial Avenue for Mr. Frazier’s residence, where a number of citizens had already preceded them; and there services were held over the remains by Rev. B. Y. George.  A little after one o’clock the coffin in charge of eight pall bearers was brought forth and placed in the hearse, which moved slowly up Fourteenth Street, followed by carriages containing some of the chief mourners.  The Knights Templar followed by relatives of the deceased and citizens, proceeded to the train at the foot of Fourteenth Street to the mournful music of the band.  The remains were buried at Beech Grove according to the beautiful and very impressive ceremony of the Masonic order.

The Anna Farmer and Fruit Grower of Wednesday gives the following account of the terrible fall at the Anna insane asylum on Tuesday, which resulted in the death of Capt. James B. Fulton:

“Captain Fulton has just fallen down an elevator in the north wing and been killed.”

The above words came over the telephone line Tuesday afternoon at 2:10 and were uttered in a shocked tone by Mr. Ed A. Finch, chief clerk of the hospital of the insane at this place.  We could not have been more astonished for but a few hours previously Capt. Fulton, jovial and lively as usual, was in town, greeting one and all his friends in his energetic manner.

Like lightning, the news of the horrible accident flew over the country, and everybody expressed their sorrow, for Capt. Fulton had been connected with the hospital ever since it started up, in the fall of 1873, and was a general favorite with everybody.

occurred in the north wing of the hospital, in an elevator way used for elevating food to the dining rooms.  Capt. Fulton, with Mr. W. H. Smith, an assistant, was on the fourth floor of the hospital for the purpose of repairing the elevator, which had been lowered so that the top, which is covered, was about even with the floor upon which they were standing.  A wire cable attached to the top of the elevator is used for elevating purposes, and runs over a pulley at the top of the elevator way, and down a groove, and at the end a large iron weight, weighing something over a hundred pounds, is attached.  A brake regulates the speed of the elevator.  Capt. Fulton stepped upon the top of the elevator, telling his assistant to hand him a lantern, and was holding to the cable with one hand, waiting for the lantern, when, like a flash, the elevator descended to the basement below, a distance of probably sixty or seventy feet.  Mr. Smith was struck with horror and jumped to the brake top, but could do no good.  Capt. Fulton being a large man, it is a matter of conjecture as to whether or not the fall alone would have proven fatal, but at any rate the sudden stop of the elevator, as it struck the bottom, evidently threw the unfortunate man on his face, and the great iron weight being jerked out of place by its sudden ascent, broke loose from the cable as it reached the top and shot to the bottom, striking the prostrate man upon the back of his head, crushing it frightfully.

As soon as possible the doctors of the hospital were informed, but by the time they arrived Capt. Fulton had breathed his last.

A wife remains to mourn the sudden death of a cherished and loving husband, only as a wife can mourn.  Mrs. Fulton’s hosts of friends deeply mourn with her in her great bereavement.

Dr. Wardner, superintendent, was absent on business at the time of the accident.  Relatives and friends of the deceased were informed by telegraph of the accident, and arrived as soon as possible afterwards.

The following Masons accompanied the corpse to Cairo, on Wednesday, as an escort:  Mayor John Spire, R. Johnson, M. V. Eaves, J. F. Williford, M. C. Crawford, and T. F. Bouton.

Interment will take place Thursday at Beech Grove.
Requiescat in pace.

Saturday, 28 Jan 1882:
A schoolmaster near Red Bud, a station on the Cairo & St. Louis narrow gauge railroad, last week attempted to administer bodily punishment to a pupil, eighteen years of age.  The boy resisted, and in the struggle, which ensued, stabbed the teacher with a sharply pointed lead pencil.  The teacher died within a few minutes, death being cased by the excessive bleeding of the wound.

(The 2 Feb 1882, issue states the man killed was named Bailey and the boy was named McBride.—Darrel Dexter)
A white man named Jacob McEwen and a negro were out in a canoe on the backwater, just below Belmont, on Wednesday, and, in an unguarded moment they lost their balance, turned the canoe over, and the white man was drowned.  The negro saved himself by clinging to the overturned canoe until help came to him.

(The 4 Feb 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Jacob McEwen was from Bird’s farm near Belmont and that he drowned on Friday, 27 Jan 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
A lady named Mrs. Dennis O’Brien, living in the Clark Block, on Ohio Levee, died yesterday about noon, and will be taken to Grand Chain for burial today.  She was the mother of a numerous family of children, one of whom is employed as “devil” in The Bulletin composing room.
Within the last few days some important changes have taken place in the pest house uptown.  All but one of the patients, who had entered there up to the beginning of this week, have been discharged, and all but one of those who were discharged are entirely well and have left the city for their respective homes.  The only one of those who came to the pest house before this week and is still there, is the man Jackson, of whom the Bulletin has previously spoken as being very low.  He is still in a dangerous condition and will probably die.  But he suffers not so much with smallpox as with an abdominal injury which he received by being struck by a skid on the steamboat upon which he was at work before he came here.  He is almost entirely cured of small pox and that disease will not contribute in the least towards his death which Dr. Carter fears will end his miseries within the next day or two.

Sunday, 29 Jan 1882:
Mrs. Taylor Pucket, who died in Hinkleville, Ky., last Sunday, was a sister of Mr. John E. Henderson, of this city.
The news of the death of Mr. Tony Fogassi, at his home at Bird’s Point, Mo., was received with much surprise by his many friends in this city.  It occurred night before last, near midnight, after but a short illness.  He had been a number of years a citizen of Cairo, engaged in the liquor and restaurant business with Mr. Gus Botto.  He removed from here two or three years ago, going to Bird’s Point, where he engaged in the liquor business for himself.  He was doing very well, for he succeeded in accumulating money enough to buy a very convenient little piece of ground and building a store and residence thereon.  About a year ago his wife died and but a few months he married again.  He leaves a wife and a number of children to mourn his death.  His remains will probably be interred at Bird’s Point.

(A. S. Fogassi married Emma Smith on 4 Jan 1874, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Yesterday the remains of Mrs. O’Brien were taken to Grand Chain for burial.  The family is very poor, making barely enough to live and pay house rent.  Because of this, the mother’s remains were taken to their last resisting place unattended by the grief stricken children, of whom there are quite a number.  A subscription paper, passed around among the attaches of The Bulletin by “one of the boys” yesterday raised enough to buy for George, one of the eldest of the children, who is employed in The Bulletin news room, some necessary articles of wearing apparel, and left him also a small sum for future use.  It is likely that the Clark Block contains more families who are in need and who, like the family referred to, are not unworthy of assistance from the charitably inclined people of Cairo.  It is also probable that in other portions of the city, in some ugly, old barrack, there are still others—men, women and children, to whom a dollar or two would be a God send—a salvation perhaps, from sin and crime, unto honor and honesty.  If the plan of organized charities, suggested sometime ago by The Bulletin, had been adopted and carried into effect in this city, all these poor people would be hunted up and given necessary assistance.  As it is, they languish, and languishing, they die—or worse still, they fall victims to the temptations of evil.

Tuesday, 31 Jan 1882:
On Friday night a murder took place in Ballard County, Kentucky, near Lovelaceville Road.  The Paducah Enterprise of Sunday says of the affair:  “Mr. Robert Wilson, who resides in the lower part of the county, brought to the city yesterday the news of a killing at Lovelaceville, in this county, Friday night.  He knew none of the particulars, however, outside of the names of the parties.  The participants in the affair were George Stovall, son of Dr. George Stovall, and Lee Edrington, a former resident of this city, and the latter was fatally shot by the former, dying soon after receiving the wound.  Mr. Edrington, the murdered man, is about forty-five years of age, and leaves several children.  He was engaged in business at Lovelaceville.  Stovall is a young man and unmarried.”

A dispatch received Sunday forenoon by Mr. P. W. Barclay, in this city, stated that Rev. W. H. Whitaker died at Belleville at nine o’clock that morning.  The sad news falls less heavily upon the many friends of the family of Mr. Whitaker in this city, because it was expected to come at any moment for several days back; but the sympathy with the bereaved ones is nonetheless general or sincere.

On next Sunday services in honor of Rev. Whitaker will be held in the Methodist church in this city, of which he was pastor for three successive years.

Wednesday, 1 Feb 1882:
“Further particulars of the killing of Mr. Lee Edrington by George Stovall at Lovelaceville, in Ballard County, Friday,” says the Paducah Enterprise, “fail to show any reasons to justify the act.  Stovall, who is said to be rather a fast character, addressed an insulting letter to a daughter of Mr. Edrington, and the letter was handed by the young lady to her father.  Meeting Stovall, Mr. Edrington spoke to him of the letter, reprimanding him for it and cautioning him to behave in future.  In his remarks, the gentleman is stated to have said nothing to provoke a quarrel, but Stovall feeling himself injured, without a word of warning whipped out a revolver and fired.  The ball entered Mr. Edrington’s stomach, just about the navel, passing through to the back where it lodged.  The wounded man fell and parties who were near ran to his assistance and carried him home, where he expired in a short time.  Stovall was immediately placed under arrest and as he was to have been taken to Blandville and put in jail, he is now doubtless behind the bars.  The murder has created great excitement in the usually quiet village, owing to the prominence of both parties.  Stovall belonging to a first-class family and his victim being a gentleman of good reputation and high standing.

A telegram received in this city from Judge W. H. Green, at Quitman, Georgia, yesterday forenoon, brought the sad intelligence that Mrs. W. H. Green died the evening before at the city named, full of Christian faith and hope, her last request being that her funeral should be preached in the Church of the Redeemer by Rev. Davenport as soon as the remains arrived at Cairo, and that she be buried in the cemetery at Morganfield, Ky.

It is not known as yet at what time the remains will arrive at Cairo, but probably Thursday or Friday, and we presume due notice will be given of the time of services at the church.

Thursday, 2 Feb 1882:
DIED.—At Quitman, Georgia, January 30th, 1882, Mrs. Louise Green, wife of William H. Green.  Funeral services at Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, Illinois, at 3 o’clock p.m., today.
The young man McBride, who stabbed his schoolteacher, Bailey, near Red Bud a few days ago, was arrested and taken to Waterloo on Sunday, the 22nd inst.  Having waived examination there, he was committed to jail to await the March term of the circuit court.  On Monday a large and excited crowd assembled near the jail and threatened lynching, but they did not attempt to carry out their threats.

A young white man named Willis shot and probably killed a negro man named Stephens, near Mr. Thomas Porter’s farm, about a mile above the city, yesterday evening about 4:30 o’clock.  The ball, it is said, entered the negro’s right eye, and passed entirely through his head, but did not kill him immediately.  Whether death has resulted at this writing, ten o’clock last night, was not known in the city.

Willis is a young fellow who has been for some time in the employ of Mr. Lum Styres, and since the water above Cairo has prevented people from entering the city by land, he has been running a skiff between the upper end of the city and the point near Mr. Thomas Porter’s farm.  A short time after Willis begun to run his ferry, Stephens, the negro, also started a ferry and from the very beginning of this competition a jealous rivalry has existed between the two men.  Hard words were had upon several occasions, it is said, in which one denied the others’ right to run the ferry and each affirmed his own, but there is no knowledge of a physical conflict until last evening, when another quarrel was had which probably resulted in the death of the negro.

After the shooting, Willis fled, and the negro was taken to the house of Mr. Porter to be cared for.  Word was sent to the city as soon as possible and Chief Myers and officers Mahanny and Martin, and Constable Guy Morse, went in search of the fugitive.  They visited the house of Mr. Lum Styers and learned from some of the men that Willis had been there but a short time before.  One of the men even admitted that he knew which way the shootist went, but refused to give any information that might put the officers on the right track.  This man might be considered, to some extent, an accessory to the crime after the fact.  Mr. Styres himself gave the officers permission to make a thorough search of his premises, which they did, but without finding any trace of Willis.  From there the officers made as thorough a search of the upper portion of the city as possible, but they could not do much, as it was rapidly growing dark and they had not description of the man they were tracking.  Up to eleven o’clock last night they had not succeeded in capturing him, but Chief Myers and the officers will soon run him down if he remains in the city.

Friday, 3 Feb 1882:
Because of a failure to make connections, Judge Green and party having in charge the remains of Mrs. Green, did not arrive in the city yesterday as expected.  But it is thought that they will arrive here today, and services will be held at the Church of the Redeemer this afternoon, about 2:30 o’clock.
On Wednesday Mr. and Mrs. Alexander H. Irvin left for Blue Island near Chicago, to attend the funeral of Mr. Massy, Mrs. Irvin’s father, whose death occurred a few days ago.

            (Alexander H. Irvin married Annie E. Massey on 9 Sep 1864, in Cook Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 4 Feb 1882:
The remains of Mrs. W. H. Green arrived from the south yesterday forenoon and the funeral took place as announced in The Bulletin yesterday morning.  The remains were taken from the home of Judge Green to the Episcopal church where Rector Davenport conducted services.  From the church the remains were taken to the steamer Gus Fowler to be transported to Morganfield, Ky., for burial.  The hearse was followed by a number of carriages and by a very large concourse of people—friends of deceased and family—to the church and to the boat.

The telegrams which arrived a few days ago, announcing the sad news of the death of Mrs. Green, were received with unfeigned sorrow by the many friends of Judge Green and his gentle wife.  That the sorrow was genuine, was fully shown by the large attendance of relatives and friends, at the Church of the Redeemer.  It was the last request of Mrs. Green, ‘ere she passed away, in the southern city, afar from home, where her devoted husband had taken here, hoping to arrest the fatal disorder, that her funeral services should take place in the Church of the Redeemer, and be conducted by Rector Davenport.  Attended by her bereaved husband and two sons, Dr. and Mrs. Green, of Mt. Vernon, and the judge’s sister, Mrs. Haney, and son of Bloomington, and Miss Creary, her devoted niece and attendant, with a number of the most intimate friends of the family, her remains, in a handsome casket, covered with the most beautiful floral emblems, were taken from the residence to the church.  They were met at the door by Rector Davenport, who preceded them to the chancel, reciting the opening sentences of the impressive services for the burial of the dead, “I am the Resurrection and the Life.”  The exquisite hymn, “Rock of Ages,” followed, sung by Mrs. W. P. Halliday and Miss Pitcher, who also sang with deep feeling, assisted by Mr. Hacker and Mr. Beyea during the services, the hymns, “Lead Kindly Light” and “I Heard a Voice from Heaven.”  The whole service was beautifully rendered and well calculated to impress most deeply the large and reverent congregation.  The Christmas greens hung in graceful festoons above the quiet, firm and peaceful face that looked as if asleep.  The flowers, which she loved so dearly in life, were about her with their fragrance and loveliness.  The casket resided upon a bier, draped with a black pall, bearing a white cross with the initials “L.G.” in gold upon it.  A magnificent crown of white zapronicas, surmounted by a cross of English violets, was placed on the head of the casket, below it was a wreath of exquisite tea roses in wax, then a beautiful cross and anchor, in natural flowers, and on the foot rested another cross with a pure calla lily for its center.  The casket was wreathed with the waxlike leaves and tiny blossoms of smilax, and at the foot of the bier was a handsome cross of immortelles with the name, “Louise Green,” upon it, embroidered in white silk upon black velvet.  The cross upon the altar and the altar itself, were draped in black, which softened the brightness of the Christmas decorations and accorded with the solemn and sweet strains of the organ, and the tearful faces of those who mourned for one, “cut down like a flower.”  At the conclusion of the services, the large congregation followed the remains to Ohio Levee, where the steamer was taken, which conveyed them on their way to Morganfield, Ky., the childhood home of Mrs. Green, where she had expressed a wish to be laid to rest.

The warmest sympathy of the whole community is extended to Judge Green and his family in their bereavement.  “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord; for they rest from their labors.”

Sunday, 5 Feb 1882:
Memorial services for Rev. W. H. Whitaker will be held in the Methodist church this morning at eleven o’clock.
The verdict of the coroner’s jury holding railroad men responsible for the late Spuyten Duyvil disaster has been supplemented by indictments of a grand jury against the conductor and brakeman of the wrecked train, charging them with murder in the fourth degree.  Unfortunately the grand jury contents itself with merely censuring the superintendent and managers of the road, who seem to have been in this case quite as guilty as their servants.

Tuesday, 7 Feb 1882:

Last Sunday Circuit Clerk A. H. Irvin received a telegram from East Cape Girardeau stating that Mr. Andrew Frye of that town had been killed, and asking that Coroner R. Fitzgerald and State’s Attorney Damron be sent up immediately.  No further particulars were given and neither of the officials mentioned had returned last night.  We are therefore left to conjecture that Mr. Frye, who was an old and well-known citizen of the county, has been murdered and that the coroner’s services are required for his body and the state’s attorney’s services for the slayer.
An accidental, but fatal shooting which occurred in the town of Murphysboro, the Jackson County Era says in its last issue:  “Last Saturday morning Harry O. Hamilton, aged 12 years, 1 month and 5 days, son of our former townsman, Robert W. Hamilton, Esq., started from home on a hunt with a youth named Vancil.  About half past twelve the boys were within a short distance of Mr. Jerry Hughes’, when Harry seeing a bird started to climb over a rail fence.  In doing so he pushed his shot gun through between the rails, butt first, and the hammer of the gun striking some obstruction caused the gun to be discharged, the entire load striking the youth in the neck under the chin and ranging upward, passed out of the back of his head at the base of the brain.  His companion gave the alarm and Mr. Hughes’ family went to his assistance, but the poor boy was sinking to the ground, dying when they reached his side, and almost immediately expired.  Word was at once sent to his parents—Mr. Hamilton being in this city at the time.  The funeral took place Monday afternoon at Pleasant Grove Cemetery and all that remained of the bright and promising Harry O. Hamilton was laid to rest in mother earth.  The bereaved parents have the heartfelt sympathy of a large number of relatives and friends.”

Wednesday, 8 Feb 1882:
The memorial services held in the Methodist church in this city last Sunday morning, in honor of Rev. W. H. Whitaker, were of a very impressive character.  The church had been beautifully decorated for the occasion with flowers, crape draperies, sea moss, mottoes and other devices appropriate to the occasion and the place.  Rev. Scarrett delivered a sermon eulogistic of the honored dead and afterward read a short funeral address which had been delivered over the remains of Mr. Whitaker at Belleville, by Rev. Gillam.  The attendance was very large, the audience being composed of members of various congregations in the city, all of whom held Mr. Whitaker in high regard, and many of whom were moved to tears by the solemn services.

The particulars of the homicide, which occurred at East Cape Girardeau, in this county, last Saturday evening as obtained from Coroner Fitzgerald, who returned from the scene of the affair yesterday morning, after having performed his official duties over the remains of the victim, are as follows:

The victim is Andrew Fry, a man about forty-two years of age, who has been living in this county a long time, and is well known by many.  He is also known as a quarrelsome man who would seek opportunities to show his prowess and demanded satisfaction where no wrong had been done him. He was a married man, having a wife and two children living.

The slayer is John Wilson, who like Fry, has been living in East Cape Girardeau for some years.  Of him it is not said that he is not a peaceable man, nor do the facts in the homicide in which he was the chief actor, as developed at the coroner’s inquest, say that he is anything but a man disposed to avoid contention.  He is somewhere between thirty-five and forty years of age.

From the evidence of the witness examined at the coroner’s inquest, Sunday, it appears that the killing was the direct result of an insignificant little accident which occurred about four months ago. About that time Wilson was engaged in a game of billiards in a public house near East Cape Girardeau, and while thus engaged he heard loud talking and scuffling outside.  Without taking time to lay down his billiard cue, he went out, but when he reached the scene of the uproar, others had interfered and quiet had been nearly restored.  Ever since that day whenever occasion offered Frye, who was one of the principals in the little row, accused Wilson of intending to strike him with the cue, or to interfere in behalf of his (Frye’s) opponents, which Wilson persistently denied.

Last Saturday afternoon a party of men from East Cape Girardeau crossed the river for Cape Girardeau, in Missouri.  With the party was Wilson and Fry, the latter having a cow on board which he intended to sell across the river.  Fry sold his cow and made rather free with his money in the purchase of intoxicants of which he and several others of the party drank freely.  On their way back Fry again accused Wilson of having intended to strike him with the billiard cue some months ago, which Wilson as usual denied, saying that the man who said he had any such intentions lied.  But Fry reiterated the charge, named the man who told him so and threatened to whip Wilson and his “whole d--n family.”  At this stage the rest of the party interfered and kept them apart until the shore was reached.  Here, too, Fry was held back in order to allow Wilson to get out of his way. But releasing himself, Fry followed Wilson and demanded that they should go to Captain King, the man who had told Fry that Wilson intended to strike him, and settle the matters.  King was found in the same saloon, where the first quarrel occurred and the matter was talked over and, to all appearances, settled to the satisfaction of all concerned.  At this point, Wilson picked up a billiard cue and, holding it in both hands, attempted to show Fry and the crowd that he could not have had any intention of using it, etc., when Fry cried angrily, “Lay down that cue, you d----d -----.”  Wilson laid it down without a word, and then followed an angry altercation reasoned, with threats, which was ended by Fry, who gave Wilson a back-handed lick in the face which knocked him down.  As Wilson raised himself from the floor Frye struck him a second blow, knocking him down again, and then walked slowly toward the front door with the evident intention of leaving the premises.  But before he had reached the door Wilson whipped out a revolver and fired a shot after him, which missed him.  Frye quickly drew his own pistol and turning fired at Wilson, also without effect.  Frye then went out of the door, but turned at the foot of the steps and while in a stooping position endeavoring to cock his pistol, which seemed to be out of order, for a second shot, Wilson took aim and fired a second shot, the bullet taking effect in the top of Fry’s head, causing him to fall over backwards and expired without uttering another word, in fifteen minutes afterward.  Wilson gave himself up and was taken in custody to await the developments of the inquest.

Coroner Fitzgerald arrived on the spot Monday and at once proceeded to an investigation of the case.  A jury was summoned, which consisted of Messrs. Ezoa King, foreman; J. H. Sams, Billingsly, S. A. McGee, S. E. Walker, Pinkney Williams.  An examination of the wound in Fry’s head by a physician of the neighborhood, developed the fact that the ball was thirty-two caliber, had barely penetrated the skull a little to the left and front of the center of the top of the head, and was somewhat flattened, but its upper end was just even with the top of the skull.  It was removed without difficulty and exhibited to the jury.  The examination of a number of witnesses followed, and the verdict of the jury was that “death resulted from a bullet, fired from a pistol in the hands of John Wilson,” but that the jury deemed the question of justification a matter for future inquiry, and could “not agree upon the facts from the evidence.”

Wilson was held to be examined before a police magistrate and to be dealt with according to the facts developed in such examination.

State’s Attorney Damron is still there, or was yesterday, prosecuting the citizens in the neighborhood who were notoriously guilty of habitually carrying concealed weapons.  To this habit also may be charged with the greater portion of the responsibility of the crime here detailed and the people of the county seem to be very generally addicted to it.  A vigorous legal war upon these offenders is much needed and would be productive of much good.

Thursday, 9 Feb 1882:
Information received last evening from East Cape Girardeau or Wahoo, is that John Wilson fatally shot one Alex Fry, carpenter, formerly a resident of Cairo.  There was an old feud between the parties.  They met in a saloon; Fry struck at Wilson, and was in the act of shooting, when Wilson fired through the head of Fry, killing him instantly.  Fry is said to have been somewhat dissipated.  Wilson claims to have killed him in self-defense.
The death of Mrs. Parker, wife of Mr. L. P. Parker, of The Halliday, will be regretted by many friends of the family in this city.  Mrs. Parker died at DuQuoin Tuesday, after a long illness with consumption.
The other sad item is the death of young Louis G. Tisdale, the only son of Mrs. Laura Tisdale, well known in Cairo.  Not long since Mrs. Tisdale lost her husband, and now she is called upon to mourn the death of her only son.  He was a frail flower and his parents did everything possible to restore him to health, but doctors, medicines, or change of climate did no good.  He was about twenty-one years of age, and much beloved, and I know many good people in Cairo and Southern Illinois sympathize with the doubly bereaved woman.
And so Rev. Whitaker is gone!  Peace to his spirit.  A purer man I never knew, and a truer man never sowed the seeds of eternal life to a dying world.  My first acquaintance with Rev. Whitaker began in one of the rooms of the public school house in DuQuoin, at the annual conference in 1868, I think, when he was examined for deacon’s order.  He was one of nature’s gentlemen.
D. L. D.

Friday, 10 Feb 1882:
Mr. Wilson, brother of John Wilson, whose name has been prominently before the public in connection with the killing of Alexander Fry, was in the city from East Cape Girardeau, yesterday.
The preliminary examination of John Wilson, who shot and killed Andrew Fry at East Cape Girardeau on Saturday, last week, was the occasion for much comment in that burg on Wednesday.  The trial was largely attended and close attention was paid to the proceedings.  A number of witnesses were examined and the result was that Wilson was acquitted.  There was not much excitement, probably because deceased was not popular.  Wilson is said to be a man given to peaceful ways and disposed to avoid anything which might tend to a disturbance.  That he is such a man was amply born out by his behavior as sworn to before both the coroner’s jury and the magistrate.

Saturday, 11 Feb 1882:
Vienna Times:  “As a token of honor to Judge W. H. Green, of Cairo, and a tribute of respect to his late wife, who died on the 30th ult., the circuit court of Massac County in session, being informed of this sad death, stood adjourned until February 2, 1882.  Commendable.”
The last patient will be discharged from the pest house today.  He is the man Jackson, whose life was despaired of about ten days ago.

Sunday, 12 Feb 1882:
The Paducah News says that Mr. Samuel Orr is dead.  The news is certainly in error, for Mr. Samuel Orr was alive and well, and was seen by not less than a score of people at his office on Ohio Levee and in the streets of the city yesterday.

The following are the resolutions of respect to the memory of Rev. W. H. Whitaker, drawn up by the committee appointed for that purpose by the Cairo Temperance Reform Club at its meeting last Friday night:

Whereas, the Ruler of the universe has seen fit to remove from our midst our highly esteemed brother and co-laborer, Rev. W. H. Whitaker, and

Whereas, The close relation held with the members of the C. T. R. C. makes it fitting that we express our appreciation of him,

Resolved, That the zeal and wisdom he has exercised in behalf of the temperance work, will be held in grateful remembrance

Resolved, That the removal of our brother has cast a gloom over our society that will be deeply felt by all its members

Resolved, That we offer his bereaved wife and family the hand of fellowship and sympathy, and express a hope that so great a bereavement may be overruled for their good

Resolved, That these resolutions be published and a copy of the same be sent to the family of deceased.
Mrs. G. M. Alden
George W. Hendricks
Will B. Williamson, Committee

Tuesday, 14 Feb 1882:
The following from the Anna Advocate of last week will be of interest to the readers of The Bulletin because the young man to whom reference is made was well and favorably known by many Cairoites:  “Mr. George Honnard, the accomplished musician, died at Cobden on Saturday night.  He was once an employee at the hospital, where he has hosts of friends, who regret to learn of his death.”

            (The Jonesboro Gazette of 11 Feb 1882, reported that George Honnard died at the home of Paul Lingle of consumption on 4 Feb 1882.  A marker in Casper Cemetery near Anna, Union Co., Ill., reads:  George Honnard Oct. 8, 1851- Feb. 12, 1882.  The death date on the marker is apparently incorrect.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 16 Feb 1882:
Rev. Fred L. Thompson passed through the city for Metropolis yesterday.  He had in charge the remains of his little son Freddie, who died recently, which he intends to bury at Metropolis. 
Tuesday, 21 Feb 1882:
The death of young William Bambrick, which occurred on Sunday morning, will be much regretted by those who knew the young man.  It is said to have resulted from an injury of the spine, sustained in excessive gymnastic exercises, and he was confined to his room but a day or two.  He was about twenty years of age, a model of physical strength and development, and he was much beloved by his friends.  He was a member of the Halliday Guards, who turned out in a body and in uniform at his funeral yesterday afternoon.  His remains were taken to Villa Ridge for interment.

(A marker in Calvary Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads William Bambrick Brother (no dates).—Darrel Dexter)
On Thursday of last week a family named Anderson, consisting of husband, wife and two children, was taken into St. Mary’s Infirmary through private charity, all but the husband being sick.  On Friday one of the children died, and on Saturday the mother died also leaving only one child and the husband, the former being still in the hospital under medical treatment.  The family had been living in the Clark block on Ohio Levee, in the utmost poverty, though the husband has been doing all manner of work since he has been here.  But with his entire family sick, it was naturally a difficult matter to earn enough money to bear the expense of maintaining and caring for them.  He applied, he says, to Dr. Wood, for help from the county, but was refused.  There are a number of other people in the same place in a like state of destitution, who need help from somewhere.  There are also others in other parts of the city, who also need assistance.  It is desirable, therefore, that something be done immediately for the relief of these poor people.  The county should be made to do what it can, and the good people of the city should put their heads together and devise some means for creating a private poor fund.  Let us have the charity concert as soon as possible.

“In heavens their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in Heaven.”

Died, Monday, Feb. 20th, 1882, of whooping cough and bronchitis, Miles Frederick Gilbert, Jr., infant son of Miles Frederick and Addie Barry Gilbert, aged one year, three months and eighteen days.

Wednesday, 22 Feb 1882:
The funeral of little Freddie Gilbert took place from the residence of Mr. M. F. Gilbert, at the corner of Sixth Street and Washington Avenue, yesterday afternoon.  A number of the friends of the family followed the little corpse to its last resting place at Villa Ridge. 
Sunday, 26 Feb 1882:
Jim Biggs Shot Dead by Mink Mayfield
The Murderer at Large with the Vigilantes on His Track.

Between eight and nine o’clock last night, people in the neighborhood of the Planters’ House were startled by half a dozen pistol shots in rapid succession, and word was immediately passed that Jim Biggs, passenger agent of the Iron Mountain railroad, was shot dead, in the door of the Planters’ House by Mink Mayfield, bill clerk of the Mississippi Central.  A Bulletin representative visited the scene of the shooting and from Mr. Mat Walsh, an eyewitness of the whole affair, he learned the following facts: 

Jim Biggs, who was a good-hearted, enough spoken man, was standing at the counter of the Pacific Express in the Iron Mountain office, reading a dispatch, when Mayfield came in and asked the use of the telephone which was granted him.  While at the instrument he got into a quarrel with the Central office, using loud words and profane language.  When he came out Biggs, in a joke, but in a rough manner, asked why he raised such a disturbance in his office.  This was not taken well by Mayfield, who, immediately became angry and high words followed.  Biggs ordered him out of the office, which he had a right to do, but his blood was up and he refused to go.  Biggs insisted that he must go and to assert his authority in his own office, drew his revolver, without however offering or making any motion to use it, walked with him to the door.  Passing outside Biggs stopped on the sidewalk and Mayfield started into the Planters’ House, as she entered the door he turned and with the words, “D--n you, you shall have it;” drew a self cocking revolver and fired five shots with lightning rapidity, each bullet finding lodgment in the breast of his victim who started convulsively forward and fell dead in the door of the house.  The murderer ran out through the back door across the sipe water to Commercial Avenue, and up to this hour had not been taken, although a hundred men of the vigilante committee were on his track.  He cannot escape and when taken, Judge Lynch will, without a doubt, pass his first sentence in Cairo, and carry it into immediate execution.  Jim Biggs has a host of warm friends in all classes, was a resident of Cairo for the last twenty years, was between forty and fifty years of age and leaves a wife and daughter, a young lady, both of them now in Paducah, where they went last Friday to be away from the flood. Mink Mayfield is a young man recently from St. Louis, where his brother resides.  Both of them, at one time lived in Metropolis, where Mink shot a young man at a picnic and barely, through the influence of his brother, who was a lawyer and banker, escaped the hangman’s noose.

Tuesday, 28 Feb 1882:
Near Baylis, yesterday, the Wabash train ran over and killed John C. English, an old man from Mt. Sterling, who was peddling electric bells.  He was walking toward the train but jumped too late.  His remains were taken to Barry, Mo., to await orders from home.  The deceased formerly lived at Rushville and carried on a broom manufactory.
The remains of Capt. Jim Biggs were taken to Paducah last Sunday for interment.
A colored man named Duke McMurray, living in Missouri, was out in a “dugout” trying to save his stock last Sunday, when the boat upset and he was drowned.
A colored man named William Black, with his wife and two children, and his son-in-law were in a skiff day before yesterday, on the way from their farm six miles above Cairo, coming to town to purchase supplies. By some means the skiff was upset and the two men were drowned.  The woman saved herself and children by clinging with them to the boat until rescued by the Storm No. 3, Capt. Hiram Davis.


Thursday, 2 Mar 1882:
A white man named Snow was yesterday heard to acknowledge that he rowed the man Mayfield across the Ohio River on the night of the murder of Mr. James Biggs, and that he gave Mayfield two and a half dollars after they reached the other side, with which to pay his expense further on his way.  But afterwards, probably because he feared that he was implicating himself, he denied all knowledge of Mayfield’s escape. It is believed that Mayfield is on his way to California, as that was the country he had for some time past been threatening to visit as soon as he should obtain money enough.  He is naturally of a roaming disposition, having been to nearly all parts of the country and been engaged in half a dozen different occupations at different times.  In the Iron Mountain office here he was not a favorite, although he had not made an open enemy.  He left entirely without money, and will be compelled to either beat his way to California or stop to earn a living and traveling expenses on the way.

The many friends of Mr. and Mrs. M. P. Fulton, in this city will read the following dispatch received at this officer yesterday, with feelings of regret:
MARTIN, TENN., Feb. 28th, 1882.

Father died today.  I take his remains to Troy.
M. P. Fulton
The Paducah Enterprise says:  “The heartless murder of Mr. J. W. Biggs, by Mink Mayfield, at Cairo, Saturday night, was a most heinous crime and shows how quickly the lawless element of a community will assert supremacy in times of danger.  In all cities, in times of danger, epidemic, flood or conflagration, these human friends delight to revel in crime and outlawry, and carry death and plundering with a high hand.  The villainous assault of the ruffian, Pat Lally, on the city editor of The Bulletin, a few days ago, is another of those crimes which deserve quick punishment.  Though the fellow Mayfield has not yet been captured, it is probably but a question of time that he will be and as for the fellow Lally, he is in the hands of the law and will doubtless receive his due. 

Friday, 3 Mar 1882:
Little Tommie, the nine-year-old son of Mr. R. H. Cunningham, died yesterday after a severe illness of several weeks in duration. He was a bright little fellow, very generally known and much beloved.  Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham’s grief will be shared by many of their friends.

DIED, yesterday, of a combination of ailments, at the age of nine years and ten months, Tommie Cunningham, son of Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Cunningham. Funeral takes place today from the residence of Mr. Cunningham on Washington Avenue, below Eighth Street.  Services will be held there by Rev. B. Y. George at one o’clock; special train leaves foot of Eight Street at two o’clock for Beech Grove.

(Robert H. Cunningham married Alice H. Peters on 18 Feb 1867, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 5 Mar 1882:
The truth in the matter is that we did have a bonafide case here in Dongola.  A Mrs. Westover died with it a few weeks ago, and, at this writing, her sister and father are both down with the same disease, they having taken it from her, and by the way, Mrs. Westover’s mother died a week ago, it is thought, with the same disease.  These folks were all in one family, and after the first one died, the house was quarantined, but the folks left in the night and went to their farm, three miles out in the country.  Why anyone, who never saw the case and pretending to be a physician should persist in declaring that we did not have small pox in Dongola is a question we don’t think of trying to answer.

A telegram was received here from East St. Louis Friday morning by Mr. Charley Tell, clerk at Mr. W. L. Bristol’s store, stating that his older brother, Frank, had been seriously injured that morning by being run over on a railroad track at East St. Louis.  Charley immediately left for his brother’s bedside and telegraphed here yesterday afternoon that Frank died about twelve o’clock yesterday, which sad news will be received with feelings of regret by the ma y friends of the family here.

Frank was about twenty-eight years of age and was very well known in this city, having been raised here.  He has an aged mother and a brother living here, who deeply mourn his untimely violent taking off.  His remains will be here today and will probably be taken to Villa Ridge for burial.

Tuesday, 7 Mar 1882:
Sunday morning, about four o’clock, the remains of Frank Tell, to whose sad death mention was made in Sunday’s Bulletin, arrived here in the care of his brother, Charley. They were taken home, but were too near the point of decomposition to permit keeping over until yesterday and were conveyed to Beech Grove and buried Sunday afternoon.  The cause of death was a severe crushing of the groin by the bumpers of two cars, which deceased was in the act of coupling.  The wounds were frightful and necessarily fatal from start. 
Friday, 10 Mar 1882:

Early yesterday morning, Officer John Tyler saw a suspicious looking bundle floating in the rainwater pond back of the Bankenberg building at the corner of Fourteenth Street and Washington Avenue.  It was lying close by the sidewalk, between the two frame shanties back of the building named.  The officers caught it up and lo and behold! it was the body of an infant child, apparently of white parentage, prematurely born about six months after conception, and dressed in a large white under garment, nicely embroidered about the neck.  Its little head was bruised in several places, caused probably by being rudely thrown against the floating timbers by the waves, but there was no evidence of any violence committed by human hands.  The officer put the little form into a small box and later in the morning gave it in charge of Coroner Fitzgerald, who has it now in charge awaiting further developments for which the officers of the city are searching.

Intelligence was received yesterday that the Hon. John Fulton had just died at Hickman, Ky., aged 68 years.  Mr. Fulton was for many years one of Waterford’s most prominent and respected citizens.  He, in connection with John C. House, and later with his son-in-law, Matthew Pack, carried on a large flouring mill at a point near where House & Vatt’s knitting mill is now.  In the fall of 1868 the mill was burned and Mr. Fulton was a heavy loser.  Soon after he went west.  The deceased was during his residence in Waterford generous to a fault.  He represented Waterford as supervisor in 1863.  In 1860 he was elected to represent the first assembly district of Saratoga County in the assembly and so faithfully did he perform his duties that he was re-elected in 1861 and 1862. He was one of the charter members of Clinton Lodge A. F. and A. M., No. 149, and also a charter member of Waterford chapter and was its first king.  The remains of the deceased will be brought to Waterford for interment.  The funeral services will be held in Grace Church and will be in charge of Clinton Lodge.

We clip the above from the Daily Times of Troy, New York.  The death of Mr. Fulton, of Hickman, Ky., a few days ago was published in the Bulletin at the time it occurred.  His wife arrived from the East a few days ago.  His son, Mr. M. P. Fulton, arrived only in time to see him die.  Mr. Fulton was a warm-hearted, generous man as his numerous friends here can testify and his death was regretted by all. 

Saturday, 11 Mar 1882:
Nothing more was learned yesterday of the ownership of the dead little child, found by Officer Tyler in the pond of water on Thursday morning, although every effort was made to work up the case.  It is quite a serious matter, and it is likely that if the person guilty of casting the little human form into the water, dead or alive, can be found, he or she would be severely dealt with.  Coroner Fitzgerald will give the little corpse decent burial today, if no further developments occur. 
Wednesday, 15 Mar 1882:
A negro was drowned in the backwater at Beech Ridge, this county, about a week ago and all efforts to find his body proved futile.  But yesterday morning Coroner R. Fitzgerald was notified that the man’s body was found and he left to hold an inquest and have the remains decently interred.

Thursday, 16 Mar 1882:
Union County circuit court is now in session and perhaps will continue for another week.  The murder case against William Walker and Simon Aden was continued by the people till the next term of court.  Five others, who were under the same indictment, were tried last fall and the jury failed to convict.  Why the state’s attorney continued the case in the two above named we are not advised.  It is a foregone conclusion that when Walker and Aden get their trial they too will come clear.  With the evidence before the state’s attorney in the case of those who have had their trial, we fail to see any good reason for continuing the case with regard to the other two.  Better to have entered a nolle and stop the expense.  That the “Unknown Tramp” was murdered, no sensible man can doubt, but who the murderers were, must remain in the dark, and, perhaps may never be known definitely.  But taking circumstantial evidence, it is quite easy for any reasonable person to come to a conclusion as to who murdered the tramp.  Taking things as they exist in our courts, we see no reason why the law-abiding citizens of Union and other counties should not form vigilance committees that would mete out justice to every murderer that comes along. 

(The 22 Feb 1880, issue identified the murdered man as John Conners.—Darrel Dexter)
The remains of Miss Mary E. Fallon, who died in Kansas City last July, were taken through Cairo yesterday on the way to Jackson, Tenn., for interment in the burying ground with her mother’s relations.

The incoming Illinois Central passenger train, at about twelve o’clock yesterday, brought the news that the body of a white man had been found on the tack a short distance below the three-mile post.  Coroner Fitzgerald was notified and he selected a jury and went by special train to the scene of the tragedy.

When the body was found by the officers of the train aforesaid, the trunk was on the outer side of the track and the head on the inside, between the rails, the wheels having severed the head from the trunk seemingly without coming in contact with the man’s shirt collar.  The train officers had drawn the body and head aside near the track, where the coroner and jury found them.  After the jury had examined the premises and the body thoroughly, the latter was taken aboard of the special train and brought to the Illinois Central roundhouse, where the inquest was continued until late last night, as the jury had to wait for the arrival of the engineer of the outgoing train which, it was supposed, ran over the man.

The circumstances surrounding the case pointed somewhat to suicide.  The man had been in the city but a short time and had been seen by several, not over an hour before the outgoing Illinois Central train started, left here, going up the track.  He was accosted by one gentleman, but continued on his way without making reply.  He was well dressed from head to foot and had an intelligent expression on his face.  Lying in great disorder about the body were a number of private papers, some of them bearing signs of having been violently crunched and torn.  From these, which were all written in a good German hand, it was ascertained that the man’s name was Carl Gasah, a German, that he was well educated, having attended and graduated from a German academy, but gave no evidence of the reason of his presence here, or any clue to his violent death.  A pocket book was also found upon the body, but it contained no money, nor were there any valuables found.  The trunk was not bruised,  but the head bore a deep gash across the top near the front, another on the right side and another back of the left ear.  It is stated by those who saw the man a little before he was killed, that he was not under the influence of liquor, and if he had been, that would be no positive proof that he was accidentally killed, for it would seem next to impossible that a man could be struck by a engine in such a manner that he would fall as this man was found, and the he did not fall from the train is sufficiently proven by the scattered papers.  The man’s behavior when last seen alive, the position of the body, the scattered papers, the empty pocket book and several other less important circumstances, seem to point to suicide, though what the engineer’s testimony and the coroner jury’s verdict was we were unable to learn at the present writing.

(The 18 Mar 1882, issue gives the name of the deceased as Carl Gass.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 18 Mar 1882:
The report of the condition of the young negro, Henry Houston, who is under isolation and treatment at the marine hospital station here for small pox was very unfavorable one.  The boy has an attack of the disease in its confluent form and, though he is not continually confined to his bed, his case is believed by Marine Surgeon Carter to be a hopeless one.  The other patients are doing as well as could be expected and one of them will probably be discharged tomorrow, or the day after.  There are no signs of the disease in the city outside of the cases in the hospital.
Although the coroner’s jury in the case of Carl Gass, who was killed on the Illinois Central road on Wednesday forenoon, exhausted every source of information within its reach, nothing was learned which led to any certain solution of the manner and reason of his death, or of his family relations and place of residence.  After examining all the witnesses in the city the jury adjourned Wednesday evening until Thursday night, when it was expected that the engineer and fireman on the engine which was supposed to have run over the man, would return and be able to throw some additional light upon the subject.  The men arrived as expected, but neither one of them had seen the man on the track, in accordance with their custom they examined the heels of their engine at a station some distance above here, but found no evidence of the tragedy on them.  Other witnesses testified to seeing him in an uptown saloon on Wednesday, where he took a glass of beer and a cigar and remarked that he had come from St. Louis here, had been here but forty-eight hours and had already made a tour of the city’s entire levees.  The papers found upon the body were dated at Baselstadt, some German city, probably.  The jury could go nor further and finally agreed that the man had come to his death by being run over by an engine on the Illinois Central railroad.  The remains were buried Thursday, in accordance with orders from the coroner.

            (The 16 Mar 1882, issue gives the name of the deceased as Carl Gasah.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 19 Mar 1882:
A man named Joseph Parkins, a citizen of Carrsville, Ky., committed suicide at Paducah Friday, by jumping into the Ohio River.  The circumstances surrounding the case point strongly to the conclusion that the man was laboring under emotional insanity when he committed the act.

Tuesday, 21 Mar 1882:
The remains of William Mahaffy, who was killed on the Wabash Road near Eldorado last Saturday, were brought down on the road last Sunday afternoon.  He was a brakeman on the road named and a citizen of Cairo, living on Eighth Street and leaves a young wife, to whom he was but recently married, and his parents, who reside uptown.  The caboose of his train jumped the track near Eldorado and in endeavoring to stop the train by putting on the brakes he made a misstep, fell across the track between the cars and was cut in two.  His remains were interred at Villa Ridge yesterday forenoon, accompanied there by a number of friends and relatives.

Wednesday, 22 Mar 1882:
The young negro, Houston, the latest small pox patient, escaped from his room in the marine hospital on Monday night, while in a delirious state of mind, and made his way through mud and water to the courthouse, where he was recaptured.  He was taken back and everything done to nullify, if possible, the effects of the exposure.  His case was thought before this to be beyond hope and this act of his will probably hasten his end, but yesterday he was still alive.

Thursday, 23 Mar 1882:
Frank K. Chesterman, aliasKelly,” died at the marine hospital station yesterday evening.  He has relatives living at Covington, Ky., where his remains will probably be taken for burial.

Friday, 24 Mar 1882:
A man named John Bourne died at St. Louis several days ago.  He was a professional printer of talent, employed for several years back as foreman in the newsroom of the Post-Dispatch.  In former years, 1866, ‘67 and ‘68 he was in Cairo, employed in the printing office of Mr. Thomas Lewis and afterwards in The Bulletin office.  He will be remembered by some of our citizens now.  He left a wife and several interesting children.

An inquest was held yesterday over the remains of F. K. Chesterman, the river man who died in consequence of a shot fired at him by officer Haz. Martin, and while resisting arrest.  The jury in the case was composed of the following gentleman:  William White, James S. Barclay, John McNutty, Samuel Burger, Louis C. Herbert and T. N. Kimbrough.

After reviewing the remains at the hospital, the jury retired to the county court room to examine witnesses.  Eight of these were examined in the morning and about an equal number in the afternoon.  The testimony taken in the morning was very strongly in favor of the officer and was but slightly if at all weakened by that taken in the afternoon.  It appeared plainly that the officers were justified in using their weapons against both Hughes and Chesterman, both of whom resisted arrest and made attempts to resort to violence.  It was proven that when Hughes was shot by Officer Mahanny, he was in the act of taking off his coat preparatory to attacking the officer, and when Officer Martin discharged his pistol at Chesterman, the latter with open knife in hand, made a movement toward the officer to attack him.

The jury decided that Chesterman came to his death by a pistol shot, fired by Officer Haz. Martin in self-defense.

Saturday, 25 Mar 1882:
A negro named Henry Moore, rouster on the steamer Cons Miller, fell from the boat into the river near Hickman Thursday and was drowned.  Efforts were made to rescue him, but they were futile.
The body of a negro supposed to be one of two who were drowned near the Wabash incline about a month ago, was discovered Thursday evening not far from where they went in. Coroner Fitzgerald was notified and he held an inquest and had the remains buried at the county’s expense.
The negro William Jackson, who has been in the marine hospital station for some time past with an injury of the abdomen, received by a violent thud from a skid on the steamer Baton Rouge, and was subsequently taken down with small pox, the germs of which he had contracted before arriving here, is still in a precarious condition and may succumb.  Yesterday he was in an almost hopeless condition.  All the other patients of the marine station, and in fact of the hospital, are in good condition and will recover. 
Tuesday, 28 Mar 1882:
The jury in the case of Crow Dog, on trial for the murder of Spotted Tail, rendered a verdict of guilty Saturday.  Crow Dog will appeal to the Supreme Court.
Some time during last week ,Mr. Michael Powers, who keeps a saloon at the corner of Tenth Street and Washington Avenue, left the city apparently without the knowledge of his family.  A day or two afterwards a man was killed on the Illinois Central track who was a stranger to all who saw him as Mr. Powers did not return home or give any evidence of his whereabouts, his wife became very much alarmed, and finally concluded that the man killed was her husband.  Although men who had seen the dead man, and who knew Mr. Powers well, sought to convince Mrs. Powers that the dead man was not Mr. Powers, she would not be comforted and persisted in her belief.  But subsequent developments have dispelled all mystery; several letters have been received which give news of the missing man.  The latest was received by Mr. James Ross, yesterday morning.  It is from a friend of his in Kansas City, was written on Saturday and states that Messrs. Michael Powers and F. M. Ward, of Cairo, arrived there, presumably in search of the James boys, on Friday afternoon.  The two gentlemen are well and happy and are probably in search of pleasure more than anything else.

Thursday, 30 Mar 1882:
Mayor Thistlewood and Chief Myers were notified yesterday that a little six-year-old negro child living in the old Bumguard rookery, at the corner of Seventeenth and Poplar streets, was afflicted with small pox.  The chief immediately investigated the case and found it as reported, the child being entirely broken out with the disease.  Prompt action was taken to prevent any further spread of the disease.  The house was fenced off and placated, and the inmates given orders not to leave the premises at any time for any purpose.  Rations will be issued to them and they will be furnished by the city with all necessaries, including medical attention during the prevalence of the disease, and it is not likely that other cases will result from it.  The building is the same in which the young negro Henry Houston, who died at the hospital recently, was confined with the disease before he was discovered by the authorities.

Friday, 31 Mar 1882:

News reached here yesterday afternoon that a shooting affair had occurred at Wickliffe, Ky., about twelve o’clock night before last, which resulted in the death of one Henry Henderson, and the wounding of the telegraph operator stationed at that place.

The circumstances, as related by a reliable person who came from the scene of the affair yesterday, are about as follows:

The operator and Jerry Henderson, brother of Henry, were playing cards in the saloon of the place and got into a dispute as to who was entitled to the stake, which was twenty dollars.  The operator took possession of the money and the two men parted angry.  Jerry Henderson went home, related the story to his brother Henry and the two concluded to recover the money from the operator by force.  They armed themselves with pistols and went in search of the object of their wrath.  They found him on watch over the corpse of a friend and without any respect for the mournful surroundings, drew their weapons simultaneously, pointed them at the operator’s head, and demanded and received the money.  Having accomplished their purpose, they departed for a saloon.  The operator (whose name we could not learn) went home, armed himself with a Winchester rifle and stationed himself not far from the saloon in which he knew the Hendersons were.  When the latter came forth Henry discovered him and pointing at him asked Jerry, “Is that a man or a stump?”  Neither were able to distinguish what it was and Henry concluded to go and see, and when he was within a short distance of the object, he recognized the operator and was shot twice, the second shot piercing his breast and killing him almost instantly.

Immediately after the shooting, the operator fled toward the river, entered a skiff and rowed down the stream, but sunk this near Mayfield and clung to some bushes until he was rescued and taken back to Wickliffe.

The operator’s story is that when Henry Henderson came close to him, he drew his revolver and shot at him and that it was not until then that he (the operator) shot Henderson.  This story is borne out by the fact that the operator is wounded in the hip.

The little town of Wickliffe is, of course, greatly excited over the affair, but no violence was offered the prisoner.  

Saturday, 1 Apr 1882:

The Wickliffe telegraph operator, N. J. Parker, who shot and killed one Henry Henderson in that town Wednesday night, as stated in The Bulletin of yesterday after having been captured and turned over to the custody of the sheriff of Ballard County, made his escape and is now at large defying the officers of the law.  It seems that yesterday he was brought forth to be present at the inquest and there watched his opportunity to get away.  He is armed with the same sixteen-shooter rifle with which he killed Henderson.  Jerry Henderson, brother of the murdered man, and who was engaged in the quarrel with Parker which ended in the killing, now offers one hundred dollars reward for the capture of Parker.
The Golden City Burned While Afloat.
An Officer and Over Thirty Passengers Lost.
A Particular List of the Unfortunates—Stowe’s Entire Circus Included in the Disaster—An Awful Awakening.

Further news of the burning of the steamer Golden City at Memphis, Thursday morning, says she was the largest sternwheeler on the waters, being 260 feet long.  Fire was discovered at four o’clock and the boat was run ashore.  She carried a crew of sixty and had thirty-seven passengers.  Their names cannot be given, as the books were destroyed.  Reports, however, put the deaths at over thirty.  The boat left New Orleans on Saturday for Cincinnati.  All the officers except the second engineer were saved.  Miss Anna Smith, of Massachusetts, is known to be lost.

Other names of the lost are Miss Campbell, Mrs. Helen Percivial, Mrs. L. E. Kountz and three children, Dr. Monahan and wife, Miss Luctia Clary, of Cincinnati; W. P. Stowe and wife and children, of Stowe’s circus, are believed to be lost, together with all the tents, animals, etc., of the circus.

The Golden City was one of the finest of the Cincinnati and New Orleans packet company, being a large stern-wheeler, comparatively new and in excellent condition.  Her value was estimated at from $65,000 to $70,000.

Sunday, 2 Apr 1882:
Mrs. Catharine Dougherty, widow of Ex-Lieutenant Gov. Dougherty, died at Jonesboro, Tuesday last, aged seventy-five years.
Mrs. Stowe, who was lost in the great steamboat fire at Memphis on Thursday, was in early life a pupil of the renowned Dan Rice, and under the name of Lizzie Marcellus she won renown as one of the best female riders in the country.  For two years or more she was the star with Barnum’s great traveling combination.  The circus and menagerie under their husband’s management has been at Vidalia, La., for some time past refitting and was on its way to Cairo to start on a spring and summer campaign.

Tuesday, 4 Apr 1882:
The little negro boy who was taken sick with small pox in the old Bumguard house at the corner of Seventeenth and Poplar streets one day last week, died yesterday morning, and was buried under the direction of the Sisters of the Holy Cross, to whom the remains were turned over by Chief Myers for the city.  The little boy was a brother of Henry Houston who was the first victim of the disease in the old rookery named.

Wednesday, 5 Apr 1882:

ST. JOSEPH, Mo., April 2.—Between 9 and 10 o’clock this morning Jesse James, the notorious outlaw, was shot and killed in his house at the corner of Thirteenth and Lafayette streets by Robert Ford, known here as Robert JohnsonFord and his brother were living with James and have been here for some time, and shot him a short time after he had come into the house from currying his horses. 
Friday, 7 Apr 1882:
Later developments prove beyond a doubt that the man shot at St. Joseph, Mo., by Robert Ford on Monday was the real Jesse James.  The shootist was one of the gang and was in the confidence of James.  The circumstances of the killing were as follows: 

It was between nine and ten o’clock in the morning.  Breakfast was over.  Charley Ford and Jesse James had been in the stable currying the horses, preparatory to their night ride.  On returning to the room where Robert Ford was, Jesse said:  “It’s an awfully hot day.”  He pulled off his coat and vest and tossed them on the bed.  Then he unbuckled the belt in which he carried two 45-caliber revolvers, one a Smith & Wesson and the other a Colt, and laid them on the bed with his coat and vest.  He then picked up a dusting brush with the intention of dusting some pictures which hung on the wall.  To do this he got on a chair.  His back was now turned to the brothers, who silently stepped between Jesse and his revolvers, and at a motion from Charley both drew their guns.  Robert was the quickest of the two.  In one motion he had the long weapon to a level with his eye, with the muzzle not less than two nor more than four feet from the back of the outlaw’s head.  Even in that motion, quick as thought, there was something which did not escape the acute ears of the hunted man.  He made a motion as if to turn his head to ascertain the cause of that suspicious sound but too late.  A nervous pressure on the trigger, a quick flash, a sharp report, and the well-directed ball crashed through the outlaw’s skull.  There was not an outcry, just a swaying of the body, and it fell heavily back upon the carpeted floor.  The shot had been fatal and all the bullets in the chambers of Charles’ revolver still directed at Jesse’s head could not more effectually have decided the fate of the greatest bandit and freebooter that ever figured in the pages of a country’s history.  The ball had entered the base of the skull and made its way out through the forehead, over the left eye.  It has been fired out of a Colt’s 45-calibre, improved pattern, silver mounted and pearl-handled pistol, presented by the dead man to his slayer only a few days ago.  The authorities were notified and the remains were taken in charge by them.  The Ford boys surrendered themselves to the officers of the law and the inquest is in progress.

Saturday, 8 Apr 1882:
Crow Dog, the slayer of Spotted Tail has been sentenced to be hanged May 11.
The dead body of Jesse James was shipped from St. Joe in charge of his family and an armed escort, for burial yesterday on the James homestead near Kearney.  Too many of the outlaw’s relatives and friends have identified the corpse to admit of a doubt of its being Jesse James.  The Ford boys are in jail and uneasy as to their fate.
An old lady, living with her husband and two children in the Clark building on Ohio Levee, died a few days ago, and was buried at Beech Grove yesterday, the funeral services being performed by Rev. B. Y. George.
After giving a lengthy account of the killing of Henderson in Wickliffe, Ky., agreeing substantially with that given at the time in The Bulletin, the Wickliffe Tribune denounces as “a shameful farce,” the manner of the escape of Parker, the murderer, Stovall, one of party of poker players, and Jerry Henderson, brother of the victim and the principal party to the quarrel, all of whom were under arrest and under guard awaiting trial.  The following are the particulars of the whole disgraceful finale as given by the Tribune:

“The chairman of the board of trustees as chief of police and the police judge appointed guards for the prisoner, to wit:  For Parker—J. B. Wickliffe, H. C. Johnson, P. C. Rothrock, and William Murphy, who guarded their prisoner in a room at the Planters’ Hotel.  During the early part of the evening (Thursday) some of the guards admitted outsiders to the room and a social game of cards was then indulged until about ten o’clock when it is supposed the card game absorbed so much interest that the prisoner walked out of the room and made his escape.  We learn that some of the guard said they did not know how or when Parker made his escape.  We are told that the guards were given positive instructions to admit no one in the room with the prisoner because a mob had talked of ___.  These are the facts as best we can learn them and an indignant and outraged public will express opinions upon them whether we do or not. 

Friday morning when the marshal went to breakfast he placed Stovall under guard of B. J. Russell who walked down to the early morning train with his prisoner, when the latter told his guard there was a man on the train he wanted to see and excused himself a minute.  The anxious minute is still looked for, but will not likely be marked on the dial of time.  Russell was unarmed and so was Stovall and a cripple besides.  True the charge against Stovall was a minor importance but public opinion is equally emphatic. 

We are told that Mr. Jerry Henderson was at the post office Friday morning inquiring for his guard, Mr. Tucker, who was not with him.  Upon the examining trial of Mr. Henderson, the original writ was changed by the attorney from assault to robbery and the proceeding was in accordance therewith.  Police judge thought he could stick the case to hold over on charge of assault and the attorney thought the best hold was on charge of robbery.  The bench and the bar didn’t agree and Henderson walked off as victor in an acquittal, which it is claimed was based upon evidence that he had demanded of Parker “Give me up my money”—the fact of the pistols being taken was concealed.  Public opinion is divided pro and con, and we will let it and the judge and attorney have it out on any line they choose.  Of one thing we feel certain that public opinion will sustain us in the fact that the finale of the unfortunate affair was a huge farce!

Sunday, 9 Apr 1882:
The sad news was brought to The Bulletin, late last evening that Mrs. John Heffly, whose marriage to Mr. Heffly was announced only a day or two ago, died suddenly yesterday afternoon at her home in the Vincent building at the corner of Eighth Street and Ohio Levee.
A Cincinnati preserving company, notorious as the manufactures of ozone, having tried to purchase the body of Guiteau and failed, being too modest in their bid, telegraphed Thursday night to Mrs. Samuels, the mother of Jesse James, offering her $10,000 for her son’s body, together with a certain percentage of the receipts which shall accrue to the company through the possession of the corpse.  The purpose, of course, is to preserve the body in a box and subjecting it to the fumes of burning sulphur and ozone and then exhibit it throughout the United States.  Mrs. James has been told that $100,000 could be made in less than two years, and it is believed the fine offer will insure success.  The ozone preparation has been tried, and is said to keep bodies wonderfully life like.

DIED—Yesterday in the 27th year of her age, Mrs. Julia Heffly, wife of Mr. John Heffly.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. today for Villa Ridge.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.

The sympathy of all will be with the husband in his great affliction.  Only four days ago the paper gave notice of their marriage that took place on the 5th inst., and today the young wife will be laid in the silent city of the dead to rest forever.

Tuesday, 11 Apr 1882:
One of the oldest draymen in the city, Mr. Wrench, died suddenly Saturday night.  He has been confined to his home for several days with some abdominal disorder; Saturday evening he had been up and laid down again; soon after he was heard to groan and throw himself violently about in the bed; a doctor was immediately called, but too late to render any assistance; the old man passed away within a few minutes afterward.  He leaves a number of relatives and many friends.
The remains of Mr. Joseph L. Wrench were buried at Beech Grove Cemetery yesterday afternoon.
The latter part of last week a man named Campbell was taken down with small pox in the marine hospital station, and one day afterwards another man named Jesse Waxlox, a river man, also afflicted with the disease, was admitted.  These two are the only cases of the disease in the hospital now.  Campbell is doing tolerably well, but Waxlox was rather low yesterday, the chances for his recovery being “few and far between.”  The old Bamgard rookery continues to be infested with the disease.  A woman and two children, who were exposed to the Houston case, show symptoms of the disease.  At the request of Chief Myers, Dr. Carter visited the premises yesterday and found one of the girls, as the chief had stated, in a very bad state with the disease.  The other members of the family are not down with it, but neither are they well, and their ailment is also doubtless small pox as they were all directly exposed to the disease.  The little girl referred to was expected to die yesterday.  Mr. Caswell living on Twenty-third, who has been suffering with a mild case of the disease for nearly a week, is nearly all right again.

It is with regret that The Bulletin announces the sudden death of Mr. John C. White, one of Cairo’s oldest and best-known citizens.  The sad event occurred last Sunday at Chester, Ill., where he had gone with his family for a few weeks’ visit.  He had not been entirely well for some time, but his ailment was not believed to be of a serious character.  The first of last week word came here that he was seriously ill, but last Saturday he was believed to be out of all danger.

Mr. White was about sixty-seven years old, and had been a citizen of Cairo for many years.  His remains arrived accompanied by his bereaved family, on the steamer City of Alton last evening, and a special train conveyed them and a large number of friends of the family to Villa Ridge where the last funeral rites were performed. 


Wednesday, 12 Apr 1882:
Patsey Devine, on a third trial for murder at Clinton, Ill., has been sentenced to be hanged May 12.  By reference to the almanac, we are assured that this is a good day for hanging.
Kitty Mulcahey, the self-confessed murderer of Alfred Tonkin, at St. Louis, is on trial.  There is not much probability of her conviction, as the evidence outside of her own unreliable statement, is very slight.
The dead body of a negro was fished out of the river yesterday.  We are unable to learn his name or the cause of his death, but presume it was by drowning.  He was supposed to be one of the two men drowned at the mouth of Cache, about six weeks ago.
We have heard many persons express regret that notice of Mr. White’s funeral was so short as to preclude their attendance.  They have desired an opportunity to attest the respect they held for him, as a man and an old citizen, long identified with Cairo.
If the picture said to be portraits of Jesse James and his assassins are really so, the sooner the world is rid of the whole crew, the better.  We doubt it, however, as the plate used for James has a striking resemblance to the one heretofore used for Grant and Garfield on other occasions.

Gov. Crittenden, of Missouri, seems to have exceeded his authority in pardoning the Fords and Little before their arrest and conviction.  The difficulty might be quietly settled by pardoning and paying somebody else to slaughter them, and so on, in Kilkenny Cat style, till the state was rid of the whole crew.

Born at Stonington, Conn., April 26th, 1816.  Died at Chester, Ill., April 9th, 1882, at nine o’clock a.m., on Easter Day.  There can be no more fitting and appropriate time for passing from the church militant into the church triumphant, than upon the glad Easter morn, when millions hear the glad tidings, “He is risen.”  At that beautiful hour, a faithful and devout churchman and a member of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer of Cairo, Ill., for many years passed away from earth, awakening to an eternal Easter in the light of Paradise.  His vacant seat in the little church which he loved, and which has had his faithful attendance for many years, may have held his invisible presence, as it tarried for a moment amid the perfume and fragrance of the Easter blossoms, and the sunshine, and Easter melody, to hear the fervent prayer responded to by friends and neighbors for his departing spirit.  Daily for more than a week before the end came, both the invalid and his sorrowing family were comforted by the beautiful prayers for the sick, offered at his bedside, by the Rev. A. E. Wells, of St. Mark’s Church, Chester, who was unremitting in his kind attentions, and who read a short service before the removal of the remains to the steamer City of Alton, which conveyed them with the family to Cairo.  Owing to the high water, it was deemed inexpedient to hold funeral services at the church, and they were concluded at Beech Grove Cemetery, to which many friends accompanied the sorrowing family.  The Rev. F. P. Davenport, the rector of the Church of the Redeemer, officiated at the grave.

Mr. White came to Cairo in 1855, and was universally known and highly esteemed.

It was with sincere sorrow that his friends gathered around his last resting place in the twilight hour, and listened to the solemn yet comforting words of the burial service.  The fresh, green sod, the tender green of the early foliage, the blossoming violets, and merry twitter of birds, the subtle sense of the spring, all told with a blessed emphasis of consolation to the mourning hearts of widow, children and friends and the sweet story of the Resurrection.  Leaving him peacefully sleeping, after the burden and toil of life’s fitful fever, with the Easter flowers above him, the Easter joy about him; they turned away with the glad blessed thought—“He is not here; he is risen.”

Thursday, 13 Apr 1882:
At White Hall, Ills., two boys, aged 15 and 17, were killed by the fall of an embankment on them.  They were sons of a widow named Burton.
Chris Bartels, a German, hanged himself in the bell tower of the Lutheran church at Chester, Ill.  He was dead before being discovered.
At Lebanon, Ill., on Tuesday, the dead body of a man named Reibold was found in a stable with two wounds in the head and with marks of choking on the throat.  No clue to the murderer or its cause has been discovered. 
Wednesday, 19 Apr 1882:
Everything was done in accordance with the law in the cases of the Ford boys who killed Jesse James.  The Buchanan County grand jury indicted them for murder; they pleaded guilty; the court sentenced them to hang; and Gov. Crittenden, exercising his prerogatives, has pardoned them.  The governor could have done no less under the circumstances and nothing else was expected.
The wretch Hazel, who brutally killed a little child near Jonesboro some months ago, and then made good his escape, was captured near Poplar Bluff a few days ago and taken through Cairo to the scene of his crime for trial.  Nothing less than the extremest penalty quickly enforced will satisfy justice in his case.
One of Cairo’s Most Important Institutions Razed to the Ground—A Boy Burned—Several Animals Roasted.

It was nearly 4 o’clock yesterday morning when the fire bells of the city sounded a vigorous alarm.  The cause of the alarm was the burning of the Cairo Box and Basket Factory, which was totally destroyed, as were also the stables containing the mules and horses, and a two-story frame building across the street, in which a young boy tramp perished.

In searching through the ruins of the house after the fire was put out, the remains of a young boy were found, lying close to the large cooking stove which stood in the basement of the building.  The boy had come to the house but a few days before, and had given his name as Logan Yarber.  He had lived the life of a young tramp, having no employment and not place to stay.  He had evidently lain down to sleep behind the stove and burned to death without awakening.  His remains were placed in a box, and will be decently interred.

Thursday, 20 Apr 1882:
Capt. John W. Cannon, the pioneer chief of steamboatmen, the builder, proprietor, and principal owner of some of the finest steamers that ever ruffled the bosom of the mighty Mississippi, “is no more,” his earthly career is over, but his memory will ever remain fresh and green in the minds of steam boatmen for ages.  He died at Frankfort, Ky., his old home, at 2 o’clock Tuesday evening, 18th inst.  Flags of all steamers in port at New Orleans were at half-mast in honor of his death.
The Johnson County murderer, Copenhaffer, who killed W. R. Hodges, of that county, and who was confined in the county jail here for some months, during which he made several futile efforts to break jail, was acquitted in the circuit court at Vienna Tuesday.

At a meeting of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, Ills., held April 16th, 1882, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted, to wit:

Whereas, Our brother in Christ and fellow vestryman, John C. White, a faithful worker in the cause of the church, and a member of the vestry of the Parish, from its organization, hath, by divine will, been taken from the Church Militant into the Church Expectant, therefore be it

Resolved, That we desire to hereby testify to his worth, and place on record our sense of the loss sustained by his falling asleep; that not only hath this vestry lost a valued member, but the Parish a sound churchman, and the community an honored dignified Christian gentleman.

Resolved, That we tender to the family our heartfelt sympathy in their great sorrow, and commend them to the protection of the Divine Master.

Resolved, That these resolutions be entered upon the records of the vestry, and that a copy be sent the family, and also a copy to the “Living Church” and the Cairo Bulletin for publication.
Frank L. Galigher, clerk of the vestry.

Friday, 21 Apr 1882:

Yesterday forenoon the body of a dead negro was found under the sidewalk at the northwest corner of Sixth Street and Washington Avenue.  The body was very much decomposed and the features of the face were barely recognizable.  It was dressed in a gray shirt and brown jeans pants, and had a white cotton handkerchief around the neck.  Coroner Richard Fitzgerald was immediately notified of the discovery and he immediately summoned a jury consisting of Messrs. J. T. Thomas, foreman; Nicholas Feith, Patrick Corcoran, Frank G. Metcalf, Ed. Jones and Marida Smith.  Although a number of witnesses were examined nothing definite concerning the body could be learned, not even the name.  The testimony which threw the most light upon the identity of the dead man was that of another negro, who said that he had seen the man about Bill Scott’s saloon last week’ but that the man was a stranger in town and known to few if any.  There were no evidences of violence upon the body, although it had been reported that the skull was broken.  The jury’s verdict was that deceased came to his death by drowning or other causes unknown.  The probability that death resulted from drowning is very strong, as it is but within the last ten days that a pond of water which has stood under the sidewalk to the depth of several feet has disappeared.  It is likely that while under the influence of liquor the man fell into the pond and drowned.

Saturday, 22 Apr 1882:
A dispatch from Charles, Mo., under date of the 20th says:  Sheriff Ogilvie today arrested at this place Dunk Wheally, a fugitive from Camden, Tenn., charged with murder.  He was lodged in jail and will be held for the proper authorities.  Justice Randolph and Constable Cochran also arrested one Henry Kilgore today, who is an acknowledged fugitive and has been passing under an assumed name here.  Justice W. W. Randolph informs your correspondent that he has information to the effect that Kilgore murdered an officer in Henderson County, Ill.  He will be held for definite information.

Last evening shortly after five o’clock, Mrs. Zimmerman, the aged mother-in-law of Mr. Leo Klebb, died at the latter’s home on Sixth Street, between the avenues.  She had been ill but a short time and, it was thought, not seriously.  She was seventy-eight years of age.  Of her funeral, which will probably take place tomorrow, further notice will be given.  Mr. Klebb and family have the sympathy of their many friends in their bereavement.

Sunday, 23 Apr 1882:

DIED—Mrs. Dora Zimmerman, at the residence of her son-in-law, Leo Klebb, Friday evening, aged seventy-nine years.  Funeral services will be held at two o’clock this afternoon at residence of Leo Klebb, on Sixth Street.  Special train will leave foot of Sixth Street at 2:30 p.m. for Villa Ridge.  Friends of the family are invited to attend. 
Thursday, 27 Apr 1882:
The remains of young Benjamin Brown, the sixteen-year-old son of Mr. Thomas Brown, were taken to Carbondale yesterday afternoon for burial in the family cemetery.  The young man died yesterday morning, after a long illness.  The remains were followed to the train by a large number of friends.

Some time ago the Bulletin contained a detailed account of the arrest in the eastern part of Tennessee of William T. MartinMartin escaped from the Lebanon, Mo., jail, where he was under sentence of death for murder, through the instrumentality of the jailor’s niece.  They eloped and going to Tennessee were married.  While living in that state, Martin was arrested and taken back to Missouri.  A Springfield, Mo., special to the Globe-Democrat tells the rest.

“On account of the glamour of romance surrounding the affair, the detail of the escape and elopement of William F. Martin with the sheriff’s niece from the Lebanon jail are familiar to all readers of the Globe-Democrat.  When he thus escaped he was under sentence of death for the murder of George Miser, and his case was pending in the Supreme Court.  The couple were captured in Tennessee, and Martin escaped again while on the way from St. Louis to Lebanon.  A few months ago he was captured for the third time at his father’s house in Laclede County.  Some time after the supreme court reversed and remanded his case, and his trial has been in progress the past week at Buffalo, Dallas County.  Thursday night the jury returned a verdict of not guilty, and Martin walked forth a free man to greet his wife and twin babies near Lebanon.”

Tuesday, 2 May 1882:
Mr. A. O. Phelps and wife who were in Muscatine, Iowa, the latter attending the sickbed of her sister, returned Sunday, after having witnessed the performance of the last sad rites over the remains of the sister, who died a few days ago.

Thursday, 4 May 1882:

At the regular monthly meeting of the board of managers at Widows and Orphans Mutual Aid Society of Cairo, Ill., held on the second day of May A. D. 1882, Messrs. J. A. Goldstine, H. Leighton and Thomas Lewis were appointed a committee to prepare and report suitable resolutions in regard to the death of Brother White.  The following preamble and resolutions were presented and unanimously adopted to wit:

Whereas, it has pleased an all Providence to call from our midst, Brother John C. White, who has been an active and zealous member of this society, from its organization, and while from home working in its interest, was stricken down with disease which terminated in death, therefore, be it

Resolved, that in his death this society has lost an appreciative Brother, this board an efficient member, the executive committee a valuable Secretary, the family a devout and indulgent husband and father, the church with which he has connected an ardent advocate, and this community an old settler and respected citizen.

Resolved, that we tender the bereaved widow and sorrow-stricken children and relatives, our sincere and heartfelt condolence.

Resolved, that these proceedings be spread upon the records of this society and the secretary transmit a copy to the family, also furnish copies to the papers of the city for publication.
J. A. Goldstine,
H. Leighton,
Thomas Lewis, Committee

N. B.  Notwithstanding the large corps of members in this board, this is the first death that has occurred either of officers or managers.
Thomas Lewis, Sec’y. 
Saturday, 6 May 1882:

Mr. Val Lynn, for some time barkeeper for Mr. John Koehler, on Eighth Street, died at his home in Cape Girardeau yesterday morning.  He left here several weeks ago to spend a little while in a pleasant visit at home.  He was taken sick about three weeks ago and never rose again.  Mr. George Koehler paid him a visit a few days ago and returned yesterday morning, leaving him in an apparently convalescent condition.  But yesterday evening he received a dispatch announcing Mr. Lynn’s death. 
Sunday, 7 May 1882:
A vigorous protest is made by the owners of the property against the practice of burying the dead within the corporate limits of the city.  Not only have small pox and yellow fever corpses been buried on or near Graveyard Ridge, but some of the colored people have interred their dead there when neither high water nor quarantine restrictions prevented burial at some recognized cemetery.  The owners of the property have resolved to put a stop to the practice, and, if necessary, to prosecute persons who persist in violating the law in this respect. 
Friday, 12 May 1882:
A negro woman living on Fortieth Street, who has been afflicted with small pox for several days and had received the attention of the authorities, was removed to the city hospital yesterday.  She has the disease in a confluent form and may not recover. 
Tuesday, 16 May 1882:
Paducah News of Saturday:  “We knew yesterday that Mrs. John Austin, of Metropolis, had poisoned herself, but did not know whether purposely or by accident.  Today we learn that the poison was taken with suicidal intent, and that the lady died yesterday morning.  The victim of the probably rash act was much respected and well known and was surrounded, seemingly, by every comfort and luxury that heart could wish, having a splendid home, splendidly furnished, and her husband having an interest in several of the most prosperous business establishments of the place, being part owner of the J. C. Willis wharfboat, the Empire flouring mills, some other business establishments and having a large farm just out of the town.  The cause of this self-destruction, we understand, was unhappy family relations of some kind.  Mrs. A. was known and liked by quite a number of citizens of this place, who will be pained to hear of her death, especially in such a manner.”

(John Austin married Juliann Woodliff on 26 Aug 1866, in Massac Co., Ill.  It is not certain whether this is the Mrs. John Austin referred to above.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 17 May 1882:

A dispatch received by Mrs. James Biggs yesterday states that Mink Mayfield, the murderer of Mr. James Biggs, was captured a day or two ago by the sheriff of El Paso, Texas.  Mayfield was arrested in connection with another fellow for some offense against the law there, and it was subsequently learned that he was wanted here for the serious crime of murder.  If the dispatch speaks truly it is likely that he will soon be on his way here.

Mrs. Hutchinson, wife of Captain Jerry Hutchinson, mail agent on the Memphis and St. Louis packets, arrived at the Halliday yesterday to await the remains of her husband who was killed at Trinity, La., by one of the Atkinson brothers who are under sentence to be hung for killing a woman and child in Missouri not far from here.  A reward was offered for their recapture and Captain Hutchinson, learning of their whereabouts, resolved to capture them and earn the reward.  He had obtained a letter written by one of the Atkinson men since their escape and had also obtained a letter written by the same one before his escape, thus proving conclusively that the writer of the first letter was the man wanted.

He passed through here some days ago, having the necessary handcuffs, etc., and in conversation with Mr. Wright, of The Halliday, expressed the greatest confidence in his ability to capture the fugitives without much trouble, but his hopes were not realized.  His remains are expected to arrive here today or tomorrow.

(The 9 Oct 1881 and 12 Oct 1881, issues identify the murderers as James C. Atkinson and Appleton Atkinson.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 18 May 1882:
On his way down south in search of the Atkinsons, Captain Hutchinson borrowed two pair of handcuffs of Officer Haz Martin, which are probably lost.
Later information gives closer particulars of the terrible affair in which Captain Jerry Hutchinson lost his life.  Mr. Hutchinson accompanied by Mr. Hudson, who resides in that part of Louisiana and who is a brother of Col. I. B. Hudson, of this city, went in search of the Atkinsons together.  They were compelled to travel a number of miles in various ways, by canoes, skiffs, and on foot, through swamps and woods and bush, before they reached the vicinity of the retreat of the fugitive murderers.  Arrived there they, for some reason, separated and Mr. Hutchinson went alone to the house in which the Atkinsons were known to be.  He gained admittance and surprised the old man and son by drawing revolvers upon them and commanding them to throw up their hands.  They both obeyed and Mr. Hutchinson, probably thinking that no resistance would be offered, put up his weapons and proceeded to handcuff the old man.  While thus engaged, young Atkinson snatched up a gun and as quick as a flash discharged both barrels at Hutchinson with ultimate fatal effect and then bolted for the open door.  Hutchinson did not fall immediately nor lose his presence of mind.  He drew his weapon and fired at the old man who was also attempting to escape shooting him twice and killing him almost instantly.  About this time Mr. Hudson arrived and found the two men weltering in their lifeblood. Captain Hutchinson was still conscious and was able to tell how it all happened, but expired, immediately afterward.  The place was a great distance from the river and from any other city, without any means of communication with the outside world.  Mr. Hudson sought to procure a metallic coffin for the remains of Mr. Hutchinson and have them sent home, but nine could be obtained in the place.  He did the best he could under the circumstances, had the remains buried in an ordinary coffin in a quiet, elevated place near where the terrible affair took place.  Mr. Hudson was two days in reaching the river and then some time before reaching a community from whence he could send word of the bloody affair to Memphis and other places.  Mrs. Hutchinson had not seen her husband for four months and came here Monday and stopped at The Halliday, not for the purpose of receiving her husband’s remains, but with the intention of agreeably surprising him on his return from his perilous trip.  She did not hear of the terrible news until after her arrival here and was naturally overcome with grief.  She left yesterday for her home in Indianapolis.  She intended to go to the scene of the tragedy and have her husband’s remains disinterred and brought home, but such a thing was out of the question, as a trip to the place now is fraught with much difficulty and danger by reason of high water.  Young Atkinson, who escaped, is being pursued by a large posse.

Friday, 19 May 1882:
Miss Mary J. Jordan, sister-in-law to Messrs. John A. Poore and A. Comings, died at the home of the former, on Eleventh Street, yesterday forenoon.  She had but recently returned from a long visit to Villa Ridge.  She was afflicted for some time with consumption which caused her final demise.  Her funeral, which, by her special request, will be a quiet one, will take place this afternoon, the remains to be conveyed to Villa Ridge for interment.

(John A. Poor married Julia A. Jordan on 27 May 1866, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Died, at half past three o’clock p.m., Wednesday, Miss Mary Jordan, sister of Mrs. John A. Poore.  Funeral services will be held at Mr. Poore’s residence on 11th Street at half past one, this afternoon.  Special funeral train will leave foot of Eighth Street at two p.m. for Villa Ridge.  Friends of the family are invited to attend.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Mary J. Jordan Born March 14, 1839, Died May 17, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
Wickliffe Tribune:—”Last Saturday ‘Squire Stovall held an inquest at Mayfield Creek over the body of Dick Irvin, of color.  The verdict of the jury was that the said Dick Irvin came to his death from a blow on the head with a shovel in the hands of Bill Cole.  Papers and persons prejudiced against us will please be particular and state this murder occurred at Wickliffe, Ballard County seat.
The mother of Lieutenant Governor Hamilton, of Illinois, died Tuesday at Wenona.  Mrs. N. B. Denman, of Quincy, an aged and charitable lady, has passed away, as has also John F. Williams, a landlord of Prairie du Chien.

Saturday, 20 May 1882:
The funeral of Miss Mary J. Jordan, sister-in-law of Mr. John A. Poor and Magistrate A. Comings, which took place yesterday afternoon from the residence of the former, was largely attended.  The remains were buried at Villa Ridge.

Sunday, 21 May 1882:

At a meeting of the Ladies Society of the German Lutheran church the following resolutions of respect in regard to the death of Dorethea Zimmerman, were adopted.

Whereas, It hath pleased the Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, to take from our midst our beloved sister, Dorethea Zimmerman, therefore be it

Resolved, That in the death of our sister, the Society has lost one of its devoted members, the children an affectionate mother whose loss will be severely felt.

Resolved, That these resolutions be spread on record and the usual badge of mourning worn for thirty days and a copy be sent to the children, and also published in the papers.
Mrs. Walter
Mrs. Block
Mrs. Boge, Committee

Tuesday, 23 May 1882:
Yesterday Mr. Hudson, nephew of Col. I. B. Hudson, arrived in this city from Louisiana, bringing with him the handcuffs which Captain Hutchinson had put on old man Atkinson’s wrists when he was shot.  The cuffs belong to Officer Haz Martin, from whom Captain Hutchinson borrowed them on his way through here in pursuit of the fugitive murders.
After speaking of the donation by Mrs. Safford of two elegant busts of Washington and Lincoln to the Odd Fellows lodge of this city, the Bloomington Bulletin pronounces the following well-deserved eulogy to Mr. A. B. Safford:

“Mrs. Safford is the widow of the late A. B. Safford, Esq., of Cairo, who died suddenly and unexpectedly in Burlington, Vt., in 1877.  His death was felt as a personal loss by every man, woman and child in Cairo.  They felt that take him for all in all, they ne’er would look upon his like again.’ Noted for his devotion to his family, his friends and his business, and for a single-hearted interest in the public schools of his town, he had also sincere and unalterable attachment for his ‘lodge.’  Mrs. Safford’s gift is a beautiful expression of her reverence for this sentiment, and as such is evidently fully appreciated by the recipients.”

Wednesday, 24 May 1882:
“Flake” Smith, the marshal of Mt. Vernon, who shot and killed a man in that town a few days ago, and then escaped, was captured yesterday at Murphysboro by the sheriff of Hamilton County.  He was heavily armed with a gun and four pistols.  Being commanded to throw up his hands, he attempted to draw a pistol, when the sheriff opened fire on him and continued to shoot until he did throw up his hands.  One ball took effect in Smith’s hip, the others missed him.  A reward of eleven hundred and fifty dollars was offered for his capture. 
Saturday, 27 May 1882:
A late dispatch announces the death at Great Bend, Kansas, of Dr. W. H. Castle and his burial at Salem, Ills.  Dr. Castle will be remembered by all old Cairoites.  He was for many years a citizen of Cairo.  In 1863 and ‘64 he was assistant surgeon in the post hospital in what is now The Bulletin building.  Subsequently he was in the drug business uptown with Mr. McGanly, as partner, and after that he formed a partnership with Dr. Garricke, also of this city, and both went to St. Louis, where they had a large practice as physicians and surgeons.

Sunday, 28 May 1882:
The circumstances of the death of young William Hobbs, brakeman on the Illinois Central railroad are horrible.  His train was at Elkville, about ninety-five miles up the road.  He was in the act of making a coupling and in attempting to step out from between the cars his foot was caught by a switch, he was thrown across the rail and two cars passed over his chest, causing immediate death.
A brakeman on the Illinois Central Railroad named Hobbs was killed near a small town on this end of the line Friday.  He was one of the most reliable men on the road, being often entrusted with sole care as conductor of “wild” freight trains.  He left here Tuesday as conductor of such a train, and was on his way back as brakeman on another when he met his death.

Tuesday, 30 May 1882:
A young girl living with her mother upstairs in the frame building occupied on the first floor by Mr. Tessier’s blacksmith shop, on Commercial Avenue, between Eleventh and Twelfth street, died Sunday morning.  Strange, unpleasant rumors are afloat concerning the manner of her death, which demand investigation.  Further particulars are withheld until more is known.

Wednesday, 31 May 1882:
The remains of Mrs. Katie Donovan, a young lady who jumped from the Illinois Central train between Anna and Dongola yesterday morning, passed through here for Columbus, Ky., in company with her father, yesterday evening.  The young lady had been married, been divorced from her husband, and it is thought ran away from home.  Her father followed and induced her to return with him.  They were on their way back and when the train reached the point named, Mrs. Donovan rose from her seat beside her father and walked rapidly toward the door.  Her father suspected the truth, followed her and was just a second too late to prevent the tragic affair.  The girl jumped from the platform and struck her head upon a rock, fracturing her skull, causing death soon after.

            (The 3 Jun 1882, Jonesboro Gazette gives her name as Kittie O’Donnell.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 1 Jun 1882:
Aberration of mind was the cause of the suicide of Mrs. Katie Donovan, of Columbus, near Anna on Tuesday.  She had not left home against the wishes of her parents.  She was on a visit to friends at Odin, Ill., and symptoms of mental disorder manifested themselves there.  Her father was notified of the fact and he came after her.  On the train he watched her closely, but her action was so sudden that he was unable to prevent the catastrophe, which ended in her death.  Mr. Ben Echols was in the same car at the time, sitting near the door, and he heard the young lady’s father calling to him to stop her, but he did not comprehend the man’s meaning until after the girl had passed him and out of the door.
The body of the missing girl, Zoe Watkins, was found floating in the river at Carondelet Tuesday morning.  Evidence showed that the body could not have been in the water more than eight or nine days, leaving two or three days still unaccounted for.  The coroner’s inquest was conducted without a jury, on the theory of a clear case of suicide, and verdict so rendered, although all the evidence pointed to foul play.  Dr. Ludwig made the post mortem examination, and afterward stated the belief that the girl had been choked to death and the body thrown into the river.  This is undoubtedly the case and the finding of her body will by no means end the matter.

Saturday, 3 Jun 1882:

By the falling of a brick wall of the small house, which is being torn down in order to make room for Mr. C. R. Woodward’s large storehouse on Commercial Avenue, a little white boy who was playing near it was seriously injured yesterday afternoon.  Men were at work taking down the wall and in order to hasten the work made preparations to push it down entire.  Just as they were in the act of pushing it over, the boy came running toward it, and it caught him and bore him to the ground.  He was quickly rescued and taken to his home in the Clark block on Ohio Levee.  Dr. G. G. Parker was summoned and he found that the little fellow was very badly injured.  Both the boy’s arms were lacerated and bruised, a bad gash extended from his nose across the forehead to the top of the head, penetrating the scalp clear to the skull, a rupture of the lungs had resulted which caused him to spit blood frequently.  Dr. Parker gave him all the aid that surgical and medical skill can give, and though the boy is dangerously hurt, there are hopes of his recovery.  The boy is but ten years old.  His name is Charley Ruh.

Sunday, 4 Jun 1882:
Mr. Ira Lee, one of the best conductors on the Chicago, St.. Louis and New Orleans railroad, running between here and Jackson, Tenn., died at Jackson Friday and was buried yesterday.

Died, yesterday morning, at the residence of her mother, on Twentieth Street between Washington Avenue and Poplar Street, Mrs. Nina C. J. Willis, at the age of nineteen years.  Funeral services will be held at the Church of the Redeemer at 2:30 o’clock and funeral train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at 3 o’clock this afternoon.  The remains will be interred at Beech Grove.  Friends are invited.

Tuesday, 6 Jun 1882:
Ellis, the Catlettsburg, Ky., murderer, who turned state’s evidence and was then sentenced for life, was lynched by a mob Sunday morning.
An old man named Cary, living on Twenty-seventh Street, who has been sick for some time, died yesterday forenoon and will be buried today.
The funeral of Mrs. Nina C. J. Willis took place Sunday afternoon.  Services were held in the Church of the Redeemer and were largely attended, and so also were the remains to their place of interment at Beech Grove.
Little Charles Ruh, who was so seriously injured by a falling wall on Friday afternoon, died the night following from the effects of his wounds.  The immediate cause of his death was the rupture of a blood vessel and other internal injuries.  He was buried Saturday.

Wednesday, 7 Jun 1882:
The little child of Mr. Ben Lynch died yesterday evening and will be buried today.

Thursday, 8 Jun 1882:
The little boy, Charles Ruh, who died in consequence of injuries received from a falling wall several days ago, was taken to Paducah for burial, where he and his parents formerly lived.
Mr. Benjamin Lynch’s little child was buried at Fort Jefferson yesterday.
Three colored persons were buried at the seven-mile graveyard yesterday.  Two of them were furnished coffins by Dr. Wood and toward the burial of the third the Dr. contributed liberally out of his own pocket.
Mr. L. A. Watkins, father of Miss Zoe Watkins, who mysteriously disappeared and was found drowned in the Mississippi River at St. Louis sometime ago, in his card of thanks to the public published in the St. Louis press says:  “The manner of my daughter’s death still remains a mystery, but the family cling to the belief that she was the victim of a murderer or murderers most foul.  I have not yet fully determined to do anything further at present and may leave the guilty one—if such there be—in the firm belief that God in his wisdom will bring upon them such judgment as He thinks they deserve.”

Friday, 9 Jun 1882:
A white man named Stewart, living on Twenty-eighth Street, between Commercial Avenue and Poplar Street, who has been sick for some time, died yesterday morning.
The sheriff of Johnson County brought two women to this city for confinement in the Alexander County jail Wednesday.  The women are mother and daughter and are charged with murdering a little child that was found dead near their premises some time ago.  The little body bore signs of violence, and the younger of the two women who is a widow named Clannahan is suspected of being the illegitimate mother of the child.

(The 17 Sep 1882, issue identified the women as Martha Hitchcock and Rosetta Calahan.—Darrel Dexter)
The remains of Mr. Charles Bell, son of Mr. James Bell, of Cobden, passed through here yesterday, en route from Little Rock, for home to be interred.  Charley was for some time clerk in the Box and Basket factory in this city, and went from here to Little Rock to engage in business for himself.  He was doing a prosperous business, when taken down with typhoid fever and died Wednesday.  His remains were accompanied here from Poplar Bluff by Mr. Frank Metcalf and others.  The coffin, as it was conveyed to the train yesterday afternoon, was profusely and beautifully decorated with flowers and evergreens.  His death will be much regretted by his friends here, who were many.

Saturday, 10 Jun 1882:
The remains of Mr. C. P. Bell were taken to Cobden night before last, accompanied by the pallbearers from this city, Captain T. W. Shields, and Messrs. W. D. Lippitt, George O’Hara, W. P. Halliday, Jr., Robert Hinkle, and Cyrus Wiles.  They were interred at Cobden with imposing ceremony.

(A marker in Cobden Cemetery in Union Co., Ill., reads:  Charlie Bell (no dates).—Darrel Dexter)
Thursday, 15 Jun 1882:
Three negroes died and were buried yesterday.  Frank Buckner, who has for some years been employed alternately at Barclay Bros.’ drug store, and at Phil Saup’s confectionary, was the first.  The other two were a woman named Mary McDowall, living on Fifteenth Street, and a child of about 10 years of age, living on Poplar Street.  The last two named were paupers and were buried at the county’s expense.

A white man named Alexander Kehrt was drowned in the Ohio River opposite the cotton compress yesterday morning.  He was a watchman of the coal barge fleet lying in the river at that point and while working around there, he and another man soiled their clothing very much.  When they had finished their work they concluded that the quickest way to cleanse their clothing would be to take a bath in the river with it on.  Accordingly they both entered a skiff and rowed some distance out into the river.  Both swam and they both jumped out together.  The skiff floated away from them and they could not catch it and in their endeavor to swim ashore Kehrt was drowned.

Kehrt was a German about forty years of age.  He was known as an honest, hardworking man.  He leaves a wife and child, who live on a neat little flatboat near where their husband and father was drowned.  The body had not been recovered last evening.

Friday, 16 Jun 1882:
Mr. Alex. Kehrt, who lost his life by drowning, Wednesday morning, had charge of the government barges which lay up in the bend, just above the city, some three or four miles.  Mr. Kehrt was the lessee of the harbor, and had been taking care of the government boats for nearly two years.  He was said to be an expert swimmer, but through his indiscretion, forfeited his life very foolishly.  He had been gathering up his lines, which were covered with mud, and in collecting them together, his clothes became caked and covered with mud, which made them very heavy.  He jumped out of his skiff and it floated from him faster than he could swim, his clothing impeding his progress, and when he found he could not make it, he attempted to swim back and sunk, to rise no more.  It may be that he took the cramps, as the day was very warm, and from his exertions became overheated.  He leaves a wife and one child to mourn his sudden death.  He was said to be a very steady, sober man.  Mr. Felix King received the appointment to fill the vacancy made by the death of Mr. Alex Kehrt.  We are informed that Mr. Felix King, who has taken charge, is a reliable and worthy man.
No traces of the body of the German watchman at the coal fleet uptown, named Kehrt, who was drowned in the Ohio River Wednesday, had been found up to last evening, although efforts were made to do so.  Mr. Felix King has been appointed Kehrt’s successor.

A dispatch from Vicksburg, under date of the 14th instant, says:

A fatal shooting affray occurred here today between John Ryan and Jesse Mahaffey, both of whom were largely engaged in the lumber business.  The dispute which led to the killing was occasioned by a demand of a settlement on the part of RyanMahaffey closed in on Ryan, and was about to strike him when the latter drew a pistol and fired, resulting in the killing of his antagonist.  Mahaffey, although shot through the forepart of the head, lived for several hours, but died this evening, after great pain and suffering.  Ryan was arrested and placed in jail to await a preliminary trial tomorrow.

Jesse’s tragic death will shock his many friends in this city.  He was a rough, powerful man, and if it is true that he closed in upon Ryan, it is probable that it meant life for life.  He had amassed some property in Vicksburg during his stay there.

Saturday, 17 Jun 1882:
$50 Reward.

Drowned on Wednesday, June 14th, at Kehrt’s barge yard at the upper Wabash incline in this city, Alex Kehrt, aged twenty-six years, five feet inches high, stout build, dark brown hair, short cut, light mustache, the letter “A” stamped on left arm, dressed in light summer pants, checked cottonade shirt, new suspenders, no shoes, nor vest.  The above reward will be paid upon delivery of body at Cairo.
Mrs. Fannie Kehrt.
Mrs. Fannie Kehrt, wife of the drowned watchman at the Wabash incline barge fleet, offers a reward of fifty dollars for the recovery of her husband’s body.  See special locals.
Bernard Bayles, brother of James W. Bayles, who was so brutally murdered for his money about three miles from Vienna on the 5th inst., offers a reward of one thousand dollars for any information leading to the capture of the murderers.  He thinks that Governor Cullom will offer two hundred dollars more.  The crime was a most horrible one.  Bayles was an old bachelor who had lived for years in the house in which he was killed.  From the condition of things in the room where the body was found, it is judged that he was tied hands and feet, placed in a chair and tortured by holding a lamp under his bare feet which were burned to a crisp.  This was probably done in order to make him reveal the whereabouts of his money, and refusing to do this his head was split with an ax, which was also found on the floor near the corpse.  The murderers left two very dirty bandana handkerchiefs and a pair of sheepskin gloves.  They are thought to have carried off about five hundred dollars of the man’s money.

(The 1 Jul 1882, and 8 Jul 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that James W. Bayles was murdered by Tom Church.—Darrel Dexter)
James Vaughn was hung at Pinckneyville, Perry County, yesterday, for the murder of William Watts.  The crime for which he was hung occurred at the village of Tamaroa, on the Illinois Central railroad in that county, on the 4th day of last August, when James Vaughn, the condemned man, premeditatedly took the life of his fellow townsman, William Watts.  It seems, from the evidence, that William Watts was the village marshal, and that on that particular evening Vaughn had procured some whisky at DuQuoin and got drunk, and while intoxicated in the evening, was creating some disturbance on the streets, which Watts, as an officer of the peace, objected to, and attempted to arrest him.  Watts told him he must keep still or he would have to arrest him.  Vaughn replied, “If you have the papers you can arrest me.”  Watts took hold of him and Vaughn jerked loose, when Watts struck him over the head with a cane which he carried.  Simultaneously with the stroke of Watts, Vaughn wrenched the cane out of his hand and dealt him a blow with a knife, striking him in the shoulder, between the collarbone and the point of the shoulder.  The knife cut sufficiently far to sever the subclavian artery, causing the death of Watts in the course of ten minutes.  Notwithstanding Watts had received this mortal wound and that he was stiffening in the throes of death, the wounded man drew his revolver, which he failed to fire at the first attempt, on the second trial, however, the weapon responded, the ball taking effect in the leg of Vaughn as he attempted to run causing a slight flesh wound.

Sunday, 18 Jun 1882:
Two men who had been watching for it, discovered the body of Mr. Alexander Kehrt, yesterday about noon, a short distance below where the man went down.  They secured the body and probably secured the fifty dollars reward, which Mrs. Kehrt had offered through yesterday morning’s Bulletin.  The remains will be taken to Louisville for burial.

Tuesday, 20 Jun 1882:
Today the trial of William Redden for the murder of Mr. Zimmerman at Mounds Junction some years ago, will begin at Metropolis, Massac County, to where a change of venue was taken from Pulaski County.  Mr. Goldstine and Miss Lena Zimmerman, daughter of the murdered man, left yesterday afternoon to be present at the trial.  Judge Green, attorney for the prosecution, left for Metropolis, Saturday.

(The accused’s name was Samuel Redden.—Darrel Dexter)

Died, yesterday morning at his residence on Poplar, above Eighteenth Street, Mr. I. B. Ostrander.  Funeral services will be held at the residence at twelve o’clock today by Rev. B. Y. George.  Train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street, for Villa Ridge at one o’clock.  Friends of the family are invited.

All members of the Delta Fire Company are requested to be on hand, at the engine house, promptly at 12:30 o’clock today, to attend the funeral of our deceased member, I. B. Ostrander.
Frank Spencer, Sec.

Mr. Ostrander has been suffering for years with asthma and rheumatism, and met, within the last few years, with several accidents form the effects of which he was still suffering at the time of his death.  He has been almost entirely helpless for some time, but still managed to be about the streets until recently.  His death will be regarded with general sorrow.
One Man Killed and Woman Injured.

A white man named Daniel Steele, who was in the city Saturday and on his way home in a wagon, during the storm on Saturday evening, is said to have been seriously injured by a falling tree.  He lives about six miles above town, and the accident occurred not far from his home.

A negro named Silas Poston and his wife, living about half a mile south of Beech Ridge, were out in the storm a short distance from their home.  They heard the crackling of limbs overhead, and ran to avoid the falling tree, only to be caught by another, just ahead, which buried them, killing the man and injuring the woman.  The man’s arm was broken above the elbow, and the bones driven into his side, crushing through the ribs, and killing him almost instantly.  The woman’s arm was also broken, and she was badly bruised about the head.  Coroner Fitzgerald gave the dead man needed attention Sunday.

(Silas Posten married Anna Troutman on 1 Apr 1879, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 21 Jun 1882:
Metropolis was also visited by the storm of Saturday.  A dispatch from that burg, under date of the 17th says:  “A terrible cyclone struck this city at 4 o’clock this afternoon, which blew down several houses and a flagpole, which killed Dick Turner.”
Mr. Isaac B. Ostrander was buried by the Delta Fire Company yesterday.  The funeral was attended by a large number of the friends of the deceased and family.  The remains were interred at Villa Ridge.
The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. C. T. Rudd died yesterday afternoon at one o’clock, of congestion of the brain, and after services held at the house on Eleventh Street by Rev. B. Y. George, the remains were taken to Evansville by Wabash train for interment.

Died—At 4:30 yesterday morning, June 20th, of cholera infantum, little Herman, son of Harris and Hermine Schulze, aged eleven months and six days.  Funeral will start from Eighth and Levee at 2 o’clock p.m. today (Wednesday).  Services at the home an hour earlier.  Friends of the family are invited.

(Harris Schulze married Hermine A. Lohr on 21 Nov 1878, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 22 Jun 1882:
A little son of Prof. Floyd died yesterday morning and was taken to Groesbeck, Texas, last night for interment.
About three o’clock yesterday afternoon, the infant child of Mr. and Mrs. Ince, on Tenth Street, died of summer complaint.  The funeral will probably take place today.
The niece of Mrs. Charles Pfifferling, living on Seventh Street, died yesterday afternoon, after a very short illness.  She was a young lady of about eighteen years of age, and much beloved by all who knew her.
The funeral of the little child of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Schultz, which took place yesterday afternoon, was attended by a very large number of friends of the family.  Rev. B. Y. George conducted the services both at the house and at the cemetery.

DIED—Yesterday afternoon, at three o’clock, Irby, the infant son of Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Ince.  Services will be held at the residence on Tenth Street, at 1:30 o’clock by Rev. Scarrett.  Special train will leave foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. for Villa Ridge.  Friends of the family are invited to attend.

(Horace E. Ince married Lenore B. Comings on 25 Jun 1878, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery reads:  Irby son of H. E. & L. Ince, Died June 21, 1882, Aged 10 Mos., 24 Days.—Darrel Dexter)
Mr. and Mrs. C. Schultz, of Grand Tower, arrived in the city Tuesday to attend the funeral of the infant child of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Schultz, which took place yesterday.
Saturday, 24 Jun 1882:
Vienna Times:  “Mr. Bayles the other day found in the hollow of a log near the house of the late Mr. James Bayles, gold coin to the amount of some two or three hundred dollars.  There is no telling how much money the deceased may have hid in like places, he having been so suddenly removed by murderous hands, that the whereabouts of his treasure could not be obtained.”

At St. Louis, June 22d, 1882, Albert Antrim, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Antrim, age 2 years.  With us for twenty-four anxious months, and then he bade farewell to earth and went to live in heaven.
Samuel Redden, the negro murderer of Mr. Zimmerman, at Mounds Junction, about three years ago, was found guilty of murder in the first degree at Metropolis on Thursday and sentenced to be hung there on the 15th of December.  The trial was one of much interest to the people of Metropolis, who, for the beginning to the end, thronged the courthouse, closely watched every movement made as the trial progressed.  Judge Baker was on the bench and conducted the case impartially and with due dignity.  Judge Green, of this city, was the prosecuting attorney, and is said to have made several brilliant speeches, and conducted his side of the case with marked ability, as all who knew him are aware he can do.  The court had assigned the prisoner counsel in the persons of two young Metropolis lawyers, Messrs. Hay and Armstrong, who displayed much energy and ability in conducting the defense.  The case was given to the jury about 3:30 o’clock Thursday afternoon, and the jury room being too oppressive, the courtroom was cleared and they were allowed to remain there to consider the case and the law bearing upon it.  About five minutes after nine o’clock at night the court was notified that the jury had arrived at a verdict, and were ready to report.  Within a few minutes afterwards the courtroom was again crowded, court was reopened, and the foreman read his verdict, which elicited demonstrations of satisfaction from the audience.  The court asked each of the jurors if the verdict read by the foreman was his verdict, and the answer was a distinct affirmative in every case.  The court then discharged the jury, and pronounced sentence upon the prisoner.  The first vote taken by the jury resulted in eleven for hanging to one for life imprisonment.  The prisoner protested that he was innocent to the last, denying all knowledge of the crime, and that he had never been at Mounds Junction in his life.  But the evidence was strong, direct, conclusive; the jury’s verdict was inevitable, the execution will be just.

Sunday, 25 Jun 1882:
A shooting affray occurred at Belmont, Mo., Friday evening, between two men named J. F. Gardner and Charles Kilgood, in which the latter, who was agent there for Mr. H. A. Hannon, of this city, was the victim and was killed.  The murderer escaped and the remains of Mr. Kilgood were taken to Arlington, Ky., for burial.
From tomorrow until the 15th of September, the day upon which the negro Samuel Redden is to hang, is just eighty-two days.  The murderer received his sentence with the greatest unconcern possible, not even designing to look at the court when the sentence was pronounced.  But the audience acted differently, much excitement was manifested and even threats of immediate execution of the prisoner were made.
Mrs. Bridget Coyle, living on Commercial Avenue, between Twenty-first and Twenty-second streets, died yesterday.  Her funeral will take place today.

(A marker in Calvary Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Bridget Coyle Died July 24, 1882 Aged 43 Yrs.  Timothy Coyle Died March 10, 1875 Aged 38 Yrs.  William Edward, son of Timothy & Bridget Coyle Died Aug. 11, 1875 Aged 1 Yr., 11 Mos., 20 Days.—Darrel Dexter)


Died.—At ten minutes past three o’clock, on Saturday morning, June 24th, 1882, after a painful illness, Mrs. Bridget Coyle, aged forty-four years (formerly of Villa Ridge).  The funeral will start from her residence on Commercial Avenue, between Twentieth and Twenty-first streets, this city, at half past one o’clock, this Sunday afternoon, and proceed to St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, and thence to Fourteenth Street and Levee, and from there to Villa Ridge by special train.  The friends of the deceased are respectfully invited to attend.

Tuesday, 27 Jun 1882:

A special from Mount Vernon under date of Sunday, says:  “A dispatch was received here today from Eureka Springs, Ark., announcing that Hon. John Q. Harmon died at that place at 5 o’clock this morning.  He left here for Eureka Springs about ten days ago, and although he had been in poor health for some time, an uneasiness was felt and he was well enough to travel unattended.  Yesterday morning his wife received a telegram from Eureka Springs stating he was dangerously ill, and she left on the afternoon train, but could not reach there before this afternoon.  The immediate cause of his death was Bright’s disease.  The funeral services will be held in this place probably Wednesday.

“Mr. Harmon was perhaps an extensively known as any man in Southern Illinois.  He has held nearly every office in Alexander County, was secretary of the constitutional convention of 1862, and also of the convention that adopted the present state constitution, and in 1878 was elected clerk of the appellate court for the Fourth District for the term of six years.”

Mr. Harmon is known to have been suffering from Bright’s disease for a number of years, but it was only recently that danger was apprehended.  he went to St. Louis and consulted an eminent physician there, who told him that all his vitals were seriously affected and recommended Eureka Springs as a possible means of cure.  Mr. Harmon took the physician’s advice several weeks ago, and it was thought that he was improving up to within a few days ago.  His death will be regretted by every citizen of Cairo who knew him.  About a dozen citizens of Cairo will be in Mt. Vernon to attend the funeral.

Wednesday, 28 Jun 1882:

In the circuit court special term held in Jonesboro before Judge Browning Monday, the case of Samuel Hazel, held for the murder of little Mollie Dalton, came up for trial.  The indictment, which was very incomplete, was quashed, the prisoner was remanded to jail and a venire issued for a grand jury, returnable Tuesday at 10 o’clock.
From a gentleman who came down the Ohio River from Elizabethtown yesterday the particulars of a horrible crime which was perpetrated in the little town named Monday evening were obtained.  Sunday night a young negro named John Tolly sought to enter the window of a house in which a newly married young couple, named Howe, lived.  He was partly through the window, when Mrs. Howe, who was alone in the house, discovered him and screamed for assistance, which scared the negro, and after striking the young woman as she rushed passed him, he left the premises.  A few minutes later the father and brothers of Mrs. Howe arrived, they searched for the negro and found a young boy who they thought was the right one, walking down the street, not far away from the house.  They caught the boy and took him back to the house for identification by Mrs. Howe, but the lady was not able to say positively that he was the right one.  However, the negro was taken to jail.  Owing to the threats made by the male relatives of Mrs. Howe and their friends, the sheriff thought it best to take the prisoner to Golconda for safekeeping.  In order to have him handy to the river, the negro was taken to the courthouse, but while the sheriff was trying to get a skiff, the father and brothers of Mrs. Howe, whose names are Belt, heard of the sheriff’s intention, they and a number of others went to the courthouse, took the negro out and, after maltreating him in the most shocking manner, hung him to a tree.  On the way, the negro protested that he was innocent, and prayed most piteously for his life, as also did the boy’s aged father.  After listening to them a while, old man Belt, turning suddenly upon the young negro demanded, “Do you mean to call me a liar?” and when the poor negro merely repeated that he was not the guilty one, Belt struck him over the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him senseless to the ground.  When the negro received a rope was placed around his neck and he was led on, but before the party reached the place of execution, old Belt struck the negro down again and kicked him in the face, and when the poor wretch came to again he was put out of his misery by being drawn up at the end of a rope.  And all this horrible outrage occurred in the presence of the victim’s father, and in the “good old Republican” State of Illinois.  The people of Elizabethtown are, of course, very much excited.  These are the fact of the case as told by the gentleman referred to, who claims to have been an eyewitness of the whole terrible affair.  Whether the principals in the crime are under arrest is not known.  Elizabethtown is a little village about forty miles above Paducah, and not connected with the outer world by either telegraph or railroad.  News of the affair did, therefore, not reach the press until yesterday.

Thursday, 29 Jun 1882:
Hon. John Q. Harmon was buried at Mt. Vernon yesterday.  A large number of his Cairo friends attended the funeral, among them Judge D. J. Baker.
Of the behavior and appearance, during his trial, of the negro Redden, the murderer of Mr. Adolph Zimmerman, the Massac Journal says:  “There is something remarkable about his coolness throughout the trial.  All excitement, if any, was suppressed.  He had a chew of tobacco in his mouth, which he coolly champed.  After the sentence was passed, he talked and laughed in as unconcerned a manner as anyone in the building.  He is about thirty years of age, 5 1/2 feet high, yellow, broad shoulders, a thick neck and very small head.”
Mr. H. A. Hannon has appointed Mr. J. Wimhish Henderson, of Arlington, Ky., as successor to Mr. J. F. Gardner, who was recently murdered by one Kilgore.  Mr. Henderson is an intelligent, energetic gentleman, who will fill the position well.  He was in the city yesterday and gave The Bulletin a correct account of the Gardner-Kilgore tragedy, which will appear in our next issue. 

Friday, 30 Jun 1882:
From the accounts of the killing of Mr. J. F. Gardner, at Belmont, Mo., some days ago, published in the press, some erroneous impressions have gone abroad which are not only inconsistent with the general opinion of Mr. Gardner, but do him injustice.  Mr. Gardner, who was for a number of years the trusted agent in the counties of Ballard and Hickman, for Mr. H. A. Hannon of this city, was known to be a gentleman of most peaceable and sociable disposition, of intelligence and of honor.  It therefore created much surprise among these who knew him that he should have given Kilgore any just ground for killing him, as the accounts aforesaid seemed to imply.  And the truth does not bear out any such impression.  Some weeks before the killing of Gardner, Kilgore and one Green, of Arlington, had a dispute about a letter, written by Kilgore, in which rude reflections were made upon Green’s wife.  Green assaulted Kilgore, but was interfered with, and while he was being held by his friends, Kilgore picked up an ax, and was about to strike him over the head, when Mr. Gardner took the ax away from KilgoreKilgore then grasped a hammer with the same intention as before, but was again disarmed just in time by Mr. Gardner.  A trial was the result of this fracas in which Green as the defendant, charged with assaulting Kilgore.  During the trial Gardner appeared as witness for the defendant, and procured and read the letter written by Kilgore, because of which the assault was made.  The production of this letter in court, and Gardner’s defense of Green against the intended deadly assaults of Kilgore, were the causes of the latter’s hatred toward Gardner, and induced him to make several open threats against Gardner’s life.  Gardner heard of these threats and was in constant fear of assassination.  In fact, he told Mr. Hannon, upon several occasions, that he was afraid of Kilgore—not face to face—but when the latter was out of sight.  He expected to be shot at from behind some brush or tree, when in the quiet pursuit of his legitimate business.  It was known to Kilgore that Mr. Gardner made it a rule to be in Belmont about the 20th of every month, on business for Mr. Hannon and a day or two before this he went to Belmont and laid around most of the time at what he knew would be Gardner’s headquarters.  He had not long to wait.  Coming to the place on the morning of the tragedy, he saw Gardner sitting on the doorstep of the house, and he at once went up to him saying, “Now I’ve got you where I want you.  We’ll settle the thing right here.”  Gardner asked him to take a seat and talk the matter over, but had hardly said the words, when he was struck over a powerful blow in the face from Kilgore’s fist.  When he arose, Kilgore was about to come at him again, but he picked up an ax, which lay near, and made for Kilgore who retreated.  But while running Kilgore drew his pistol, and just after Gardner had thrown the ax at him, fired the first shot, and when Gardner was stooping to pick up the ax once more, Kilgore fired the second shot which took effect in the right side, and made a wound from the effects of which he died about four hours afterwards, during which time he related the circumstances as above stated.  Mr. Gardner leaves a family of a wife and six children, who have the sympathy of a large circle of friends in Kentucky and Missouri.  Up to latest advices no traces of Kilgore’s whereabouts had been discovered.

Tuesday, 4 Jul 1882:
News reached here Sunday morning that Marshal John Bryant, of Columbus, Ky., had been shot by the desperado Kilgore in an attempt to capture the latter for the murder of Mr. Joseph Gardner at Belmont, Mo., some days ago.  Mr. Henderson, agent for Mr. H. A. Hannon, who was at Columbus, Sunday tells the following story concerning the affray:

After the shooting of Gardner by Kilgore, a reward of two hundred dollars was offered for the latter’s capture.  Last Saturday Marshal Bryant and Constable Spaulding, of Columbus, together with a number of brave citizens, having heard that Kilgore was lurking in the vicinity of Belmont, determined to make an attempt to capture him.  They went to Belmont and hunted through the town and immediate vicinity without finding any traces of their man, but were told that, as a brother of his lived in a little settlement on the Iron Mountain road called Axtell, it was probable that he had taken refuge there.  The party made its way to Axtell, which is about six miles from Belmont, and found a number of houses.  They searched through them all but found them all empty, but one—the last one.  This was said also to be empty by a negro standing near, but the party was determined to make a thorough search.  The house was an L shaped house, with three rooms, standing near a small thicket.  It had one front door and two back doors, all of which were closed.  Constable Spaulding went to the front door and sought entrance there, while Marshal Bryant and two other men watched the rear and sides.  Marshal Bryant and one man watched the two back doors, but the man left Bryant and went around the front way to see what Spaulding was doing, and while Bryant was alone, Kilgore, who had dropped through a hole in the floor, came out from under the house behind Bryant and immediately cocked his pistol and fired, just as Bryant, having heard the click of the weapon, turned.  The ball entered Bryant’s right side near and just below the shoulder and lodged in the back just below the shoulder blade, causing a very serious though not a fatal wound.  Bryant sent a wild shot after Kilgore, as the latter, in his shirtsleeves, bare headed and in stocking feet fled toward the little thicket nearby.  The shots of course called all the party to the back of the house, but too late to give pursuit with any probability of success.  Marshal Bryant was conveyed to Columbus, and his father, Dr. J. H. Bryant, of this city, was notified, who went down early Sunday morning to give surgical and medical attention.  Marshal Bryant is about twenty-five years old and a young man of more than ordinary courage.

A dispatch received here by Messrs. Barclay Bros. yesterday forenoon announced the death at Joliet of Mr. S. S. Torry, of this city. The sad event occurred about eight o’clock yesterday morning in the presence of the brother and sister of the deceased.

Mr. Torry was taken sick with malarial fever about six weeks ago and had recovered from the disease, but was still very weak and unable to recover entirely, when it was decided that a change of air would accomplish his entire recovery and he was taken a few days ago by his brother. Arrived at Joliet, Mr. Torry seemed to be doing very well, the journey not seeming to have affected him injuriously.  The sick man ate very little; he had not enough vigor to recover from the effects of the fever and sank gradually and he died as one would go to sleep.  Mrs. Torry left on the four o’clock train yesterday morning.  The remains will probably be interred today at Joliet.

Mr. Torry was a member of the Knights of Honor and of the Knights of the Golden Rule and his life was insured for about twenty-five hundred dollars.

Mrs. Torry will return to Cairo and make her permanent home here.
Dr. J. H. Bryant returned yesterday from Columbus, where he has been attending his son who was recently shot by the murderer Kilgore.  The wounded man is doing as well as could be expected, but his entire recovery is by no means a certainty as yet.  No further attempts have been made to capture Kilgore.

Friday, 7 Jul 1882:

The following letter received at this office a day or two ago explains itself:
SCOTT’S BURG, SCOTT CO., IND., July 3rd, ‘82.
Editor Bulletin, Cairo, Ill.:

Please insert in your paper the following lines:

“Some seventeen years ago my daughter, Sarah A. Hazzard, left here and last heard from her was at Cairo, Ills., and I have not heard from her for sixteen years.  She then said she had married a man by the name of William Minard, and as there is a good sum of money coming to her from her mother’s estate, the administrator and myself would like to find where she is.  Any person knowing where she is, will do me a kindness by answering me and give me her address.

When she first left here, she left under the name of Sarah A. Hooker, as she was a widow, when she left, but her maiden name was Sarah A. Hazzard.

Address me at once, if any person should read this and know of her whereabouts and oblige.
Joshua Hazzard
Scott’s Burg, Scott Co., Ind.

(There are two marriages for William Minard in Alexander County:  to Martha Ann Taylor on 14 Nov 1864, and to Emma Geder on 22 Dec 1869.—Darrel Dexter)
Elder T. J. Shores, one of Cairo’s oldest and best known colored divines, died at 2 o’clock yesterday morning after a severe illness of three or four weeks.  He was pastor of the First Baptist Church ever since its organization here.  His death will be regretted by people of both colors.

Died, yesterday afternoon, at the age of seven months and thirteen days, Charles, the son of Charles and Nellie Hewitt.  Funeral will leave the residence on Fifth Street, near Washington Avenue, at 1:30 o’clock for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa Ridge, where the remains will be interred.

(Charles W. Hewitt married Nellie Mecham on 25 Jul 1881, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
The Evening Gazette, of Sterling, Ill., under date of June 30th, gives the following account of the drowning of a son of Mr. Hoofstitler, the noted temperance orator:

“This afternoon about 2 o’clock, a dozen boys ranging in age from ten to thirteen years, were in swimming at what is known as Rice’s Point, when a tragical accident happened.  It seems that all the boys but one, John H. Hoofstitler, could swim, and they rowed a few rods into the stream in a skiff.  The boys say they protested strongly against his jumping from the boat, but after the rest had all dived from it, he said he could swim ashore, and plunged in.  He soon began to sink.  One of the boys said he went to him and offered assistance, but he did not accept it.  He soon sank from sight.  The boys gave the alarm and a crowd speedily gathered.  The river has been dragged and hooks have been used ever since in search of his body, but up to this hour, 4:40 p.m., the search has been unavailing.  John was a bright, intelligent lad, who will be remembered by Sterling people, as one who took part in the different public exercises of the Second Ward school.  He was about twelve years of age and the oldest son of his parents, whose grief at the untimely death of their boy is without comfort.  Every effort has been used by Mr. Hoofstitler to find the body.  Last night a cannon was fired at regular intervals.  At this hour, 5 p.m., June 30, all efforts have proved unavailing.”

In a note to Rev. George dated July 2d, Mr. Hoofstitler says that no tidings of the body had then been received.

A dispatch received by Dr. J. H. Bryant yesterday evening, dated Columbus, July 6th, 4:35 p.m. said:  “John better.  Kilgore found dead near place of encounter.”

Later in the evening Messrs. Hannon & Co. received a postal card from Mrs. Gardner, wife of Kilgore’s first victim, which said:  “Kilgore is dead—died from the effects of the shot John Bryant gave him Saturday night.  His body was found yesterday by some children in an orchard back of Belmont.  Mr. Spaulding and others from Columbus went over and identified the body.”

It seems that, after all, Marshal Bryant’s shot took effect and did noble work in that it rid this world of another of its bloodthirsty human fiends.  Marshal Bryant was confident that his shot had taken effect in Kilgore’s body, for, he says, Kilgore was but about four feet from him when he fired, pointing his pistol squarely and steadily at the murderer’s breast.  From the circumstances under which the body was found, it is judged that Kilgore, believing that he was not mortally wounded, sought to escape by hiding in the brush, but death overtook him before he had gone very far from where he had fired his last evil shot, and he fell and expired alone.  His body, half clad and dirty and horribly mutilated by hogs, was found by a number of colored children where it probably would have been found on the day he was shot had search been made for him, but those who were with Marshal Bryant very properly gave all their attention to their brave, wounded, young leader.  Marshal Bryant has now captured and wounded or killed three or four desperate murderers in the vicinity where he is an officer, and the people there have very properly come to regard him as a young man of nerve and good judgment, who fills a dangerous position with much credit to himself and benefit to the people.

Saturday, 8 Jul 1882:
The funerals of the little child of Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt and of Elder T. J. Shores took place yesterday afternoon and were largely attended.

The brutes who committed the horrible murder of old man Bugles, near Vienna, Johnson County, a short time ago have all been captured.  There are four in number and were the immediate neighbors of their poor old victim.  Three of them were under arrest immediately after the murder, but were released because no evidence against them could be obtained.  Another neighbor arrested yesterday, who was led to believe that evidence against him was sufficiently strong to convict him, confessed the crime, implicating the three who had been previously arrested and released.  All four are now under arrest and will be either mobbed or tried according as the people of Johnson County are satisfied or dissatisfied with the administration of the criminal laws in that vicinity.

(The 17 Jun 1882, and subsequent issues give the murdered man’s name as James W. Bayles.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 9 Jul 1882:
Mrs. S. S. Torry and son, who attended the funeral of their husband and father at Alton, returned to this city, yesterday.
The Columbus Beacon of last week gives the following particulars of the finding of the body of Kilgore, the Missouri desperado:

“The body of Kilgore, badly eaten by the hogs, was found Wednesday (yesterday) evening, by some negroes.  The life of this bad man was brought to an end by a pistol shot from Marshal Bryant, as was supposed above.  The ball entered the body just below the right nipple, and the man had been dead for several days.  He ran about 200 yards from the scene of the fight with our officers, and crawled over a fence, into a field, and died unseen or uncared for—thereby paying the penalty of his great crime.  A coroner’s inquest was held over the remains this (Thursday) morning, but we have not heard the report, nor disposition to be made of the corpse.  Thus ends a dreadful tragedy enacted almost in our midst—two men shot and killed, and another wounded.”
Tuesday, 11 Jul 1882:
A floater was discovered in the Mississippi River, just opposite Mr. DesRocher’s place yesterday morning, by a watchman on the Mississippi levee.  Coroner Fitzgerald was duly notified and held an inquest late last evening.

Wednesday, 12 Jul 1882:
Messrs. S. Rosenwater, A. Black, Charles Munn, A. Marx, Paul G. Schuh, and others went to Vienna yesterday to attend the funeral of Mr. Israel, of the firm of Cohn & Israel, who died there Monday.  Mr. Israel was a member of the B. B. Lodge of this city, under whose auspices his remains were buried.
Sunday, 16 Jul 1882:

Samuel Stillman Torrey was born in Providence, Rhode Island, June 14th, 1827.  He was the son of Dr. D. H. and Maria S. Torrey and a great-grandson of Rev. Dr. Stillman, former pastor of the First Baptist Church of Boston, Mass.  He came to Cairo in the summer of 1873 and took a position with the wholesale drug store of Barclay Brothers, in which he proved himself fully competent and in every way of confidence.  During his illness he was taken to Joliet, in hope that he would be benefited by the change of climate.  He, however, lived but a few days after reaching there, his death occurring at the residence of his brother, E. M. Torrey, Esq., on July 3d.  His remains, accompanied by his wife and eldest son, were taken to Alton, his former home, and there interred in the family burying ground July 6th, 1882.  Mr. Torrey was an educated gentleman, courteous and pleasant in all the relations of life.  He had made many friends in Cairo, and passed from our midst regretted by all who knew him.  He had wisely secured such life insurance as will prove valuable aid to his surviving wife and children.  Mrs. Torrey, we learn, will continue to make her home in Cairo.
(Joliet and Alton exchanges please copy.)

Tuesday, 18 Jul 1882:
Special to The Bulletin:

JONESBORO, Ill., July 17.—Anderson Jones, of Anna, met with a serious accident at 6 o’clock p.m. today.  A runaway team ran the pole of the wagon into the rear of his horse, killing the horse, throwing Jones over upon the gravel road and fracturing his skull.  Little hopes are entertained of his recovery.

(The 22 Jul 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Anderson Jones, aged about 60 years, died 18 Jul 1882, and that in April 1882 he had killed his son in self-defense.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 19 Jul 1882:

MANAHAN—On Tuesday afternoon, 18th inst., at 4 o’clock, Mr. Joseph Manahan, long a citizen of Cairo, in the seventy-fourth year of his age.  The funeral will take place from St. Patrick’s Church, thence to Villa Ridge, this day, July 19th, at 2 o’clock p.m.  Friends of the family respectfully invited.
Friday, 21 Jul 1882:
Thomas McLoughlin struck John Carter in the face, knocked him down and then kicked him twice in the head, in Chicago, Wednesday.  Carter died immediately, and yet according to the decision of some courts, a boot or shoe on a great, ugly desperado’s great ugly foot is not a deadly weapon.  Of course, the court ought to know.
A man named Louis Dichler died in the New Orleans hospital on Tuesday of what was pronounced by the attending physicians to be yellow fever, but which other physicians pronounced to have been a clear case of yellow jaundice.  Further investigation is in progress and more positive information may be given soon.

Saturday, 22 Jun 1882:
Last week a Mr. Jones was killed in Anna by a runaway span of horses.  On the same day Mr. John McIntosh (“Piney Hills”) living near Ullin fell from his wagon, in an intoxicated condition, and was killed. 

(Mr. Jones was Anderson Jones.  The 22 Jul 1882, and 29 Jul 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that John J. McIntosh died 17 Jul 1882, when he was returning from the mill four miles east of Ullin, and was buried in Auburn Cemetery.—Darrel Dexter)
 Thursday, 27 Jul 1882:
A day or two ago Deputy Sheriff Thomas, of Pope County, was in the city in search of two brothers (?) named B. S. and J. B. Raines, father and son (?), of Pope County, who are charged with murder.  Sheriff Thomas did not find the men, although they were in the city at the time, because he would not confide his mission to the officers here.  He returned without the prisoners.  The circumstances of the crime with which the men are charged are as follows:  “An old feud had long existed between the Raineses and one Tom Townes, who was murdered.  Saturday week last the men met and were very friendly.  Townes having, it is generally understood, thought the differences had been settled.  The party at this meeting drank together for a while, when the Raineses asked Townes to get into their wagon and ride out into the country.  This he did, but on the way out the men seemed to have renewed the quarrel, for the old man assaulted Townes with a club, striking him over the head, as he attempted to jump from the wagon, and knocking him down.  The son then raised a gun, hid somewhere about the wagon, and shot Townes, killing him almost instantly.  The men then disappeared, but hid somewhere in the county until last Saturday, when they left and came this way.  This fact came to the knowledge of the authorities of the county and hence the pursuit at this seeming late day.  Mr. Thomas has an idea that he will dig the Raineses out of their hiding place or catch them at large in a few days.  Their deed was, from our information, a cold-blooded one and they deserve the severest punishment.  The murdered man is understood to have been a young one.  The nature of the feud between the parties is not fully known.
Sunday, 30 Jul 1882:
Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Emma LeRoy, one of the performers on the Theatre Comique stage during the last week or more, died.  She and her husband and daughter came here from Chicago in expectation that her health, which had been bad for some months, would be improved, but instead of this she got worse and succumbed yesterday.  It is a very sad case, the family being in not very easy circumstances.  Mr. Harry Walker has kindly taken charge of the remains, has made all necessary preparation and today a special train will take the remains to Villa Ridge for interment.  The husband and daughter will probably leave again for Chicago.
A Young German Takes Fifteen Grains of Strychnine and Dies in Less Than Twenty Minutes.

People in the vicinity of Messrs. Barclay Bros., Ohio levee drug store last night about eight o’clock were startled by the announcement that young Henry A. De LaMot, for sometime porter in the wholesale house of this firm, had taken poison and was lying at the point of death.  Enquiry proved that the announcement was true.  Young LaMot had taken, if his own statement, smilingly made to Mr. James Barclay, be true, fifteen grain of strychnine in a glass with water, and a few moments later he lay on his bed, his frame racked with violent spasms and his mind in a stupor from which it never awakened.

The circumstances of the affair are briefly told.  During the day, LaMot had told Messrs. Barclay and the clerks in the store that he would commit suicide.  He did so in a manner which did not excite any apprehension on the part of anyone, and his threat was replied to with some light remark.  But he made his preparations during the afternoon.  He took a bath and got his clean wash and dressed himself up in his best clothes.  About eight o’clock he was seen to go upstairs to his room over the store, carrying a basket containing his clothes in one hand and a glass of water in the other.  Mr. James Barclay was the only one who gave the young man’s threats to kill himself any serious thought.  He noticed LaMot’s absence from the store, made inquiry and learned that he was upstairs in his room.  He went upstairs and called, but got no answer; he went to LaMot’s room and opened the door just in time to see him swallow a glass of water.  Being asked what he had done, LaMot smiled, threw up both hands and said:  “I have taken fifteen grains of poison and I’m going to die.”  Mr. Barclay saw at a glance that the young man meant what he said; he hurried downstairs, sent clerks in different directions for physicians and sent one upstairs, who found LaMot lying at full length on his bed, eyes closed, hands over his chest, and singing, in a low voice a German funeral hymn.  The song was suddenly smothered in groans, the face became distorted, every muscle in his body began to quiver and in a few moments more a series of horrible spasms tore every limb and threw the dying man violently about the bed in spite of the efforts of the clerk and several other assistants to hold him down.  Strong emetics were administered with much difficulty, but they had no effect and a few minutes later the death struggle was over.  Coroner Fitzgerald was notified who took charge of the remains and will have them decently interred early this morning.

De LaMot was a very intelligent young man; he was able to speak seven different languages and was a Latin scholar.  He was an Alsacean.  His father was a minister under Louis Napoleon during the Franco-Prussian war and after the war which ended so disastrously for that monarch, his father lost his position, his property in Alsace was confiscated and he had to remove to Wurtemberg, where his wife had a fine estate.  Young De LaMot got into some trouble, the nature of which he never told to anyone here, but which compelled him to flee the country and come here, he said.  He came to New York about three years ago, went from there to Cincinnati, then to St. Louis, then to New Orleans, then to Galveston, where he was employed in the surgical department of a hospital, then to Mexico where he was likewise employed, and after visiting several other places, came here.  Shortly after his arrival here, he applied to Dr. Dunning for a situation, saying that he intended to become a physician and would do any kind of work about the office if the Dr. would allow him access to the library.  The Dr. had no use for him, but recommended him to Mr. Breihan, who employed him a while.  About four months ago he went to work for Messrs. Barclay Bros. as porter.  He evidently felt out of place, for he always wanted to do work about the house which he did not understand and showed a dislike for the work for which he had been employed.  He expressed himself as discouraged in his effort to master the medical profession, and began to drink some and to use morphine.  His idea of death was very materialistic as was evident from his conversations on that point with some of his friends.  He had not corresponded with his relatives at home since his arrival here and did not want them to know where he was.  He has two sisters, three brothers, and father and mother living in Wurtemberg, who have doubtless grieved much over his absence, who certainly prized his life much more highly than he did and who will be shocked beyond measure if the news of his terrible death reaches them.

Tuesday, 1 Aug 1882:
The remains of Mrs. LeRoy were conveyed to Villa Ridge and interred Sunday afternoon, quite a number of people accompanying on the special train.
Early Sunday morning the remains of young Henry De LaMot, who committed suicide the night before, were taken to the Seven Mile graveyard and interred.  LaMot was about twenty-one years old.  An examination of the phial out of which he had taken the poison revealed the fact that he had taken thirty grains of strychnine instead of fifteen or sixteen as he had said.  He took it as a solution and had taken large doses of morphine before.  It seems hardly possible, therefore, that any medical aid which could have been given would have saved his life.  He was promptly given very large doses of metics by Messrs. Barclay, which had not the slightest effect.  The cause of his rash act is not yet positively known, and some who knew him best believe that he had no cause, but that he was mentally deranged.  Yet it was learned yesterday that he admitted to someone that the cause of is departure from Germany was a love affair of some kind which was distasteful to his parents who compelled him to leave.  He wore a double ring on one of his fingers, on the inside of which the name of the young girl was engraved.

A dispatch received here from Memphis by Mr. William Lonergan Friday forenoon, told him that his son William E. Lonergan, who was in the employ of Messrs. Smith & Bethune as cashier in a store on a new railroad being built from Kansas City to Memphis, was very sick.  Mr. Lonergan started at once for Memphis and thence for the station on the road where the store is located, and returned Sunday, to the surprise of all, with the remains of his son who had died before his father got to his bedside.  A special train Sunday afternoon conveyed all that was left of young Will Lonergan to Villa Ridge for interment.
The cause of death was malarial fever which prevailed extensively in the country where young Lonergan was and generally results fatally to persons not accustomed to the country.  Will had been in the employ of Messrs. Smith and Bethune for some time and had been compelled to come home several times in order to recuperate.  This last time he had been there but a few weeks.  He went to Memphis, which is about twenty-five miles from where the station is located, on Wednesday, and came back Tuesday, last week.  He was taken down with the fever immediately after his return, but word could not be sent here until last Friday.  He died Friday night about 12 o’clock and was immediately taken to Memphis, the wagon containing the remains passing unseen by Mr. Lonergan who was on his way on horseback to the camp, believing that his son was still alive, but very sick.  At a store on the way where Mr. Lonergan stopped for a glass of water, he was told upon inquiry that his son’s remains had passed there but a short time before, en route for Memphis where they would await him.  He returned to Memphis and accompanied the remains home.

Will Lonergan was twenty-two years old.  He had been raised in this city and had many friends.  His death is regretted by all, and the afflicted parents have the deep sympathy of the entire community.

Wednesday, 2 Aug 1882:
Guy Smith, the 12-year-old boy who shot his father near Kirkville, Mo., a few days ago, has been found guilty of murder in the first degree and will probably be executed.  The attempt by the defense to excuse the criminal on account of the imperfect mental development of the defendant failed.
Col. James S. Rearden has gone to the camp of Messrs. Smith & Bethune, in Arkansas, to take the position of cashier of that firm which young W. E. Lonergan held until he died.  The colonel left Tuesday.  It is to be hoped that he will not endanger himself by remaining there too long at one stretch.

Thursday, 3 Aug 1882:
William A. Davis, second mate of the Fannie Tatum was brutally murdered by a negro deck hand who had been working on said boat and claimed that the mate owed him $2.00 which the mate refused to pay, and upon refusing he struck the mate two blows with a heavy boulder causing his death in a few minutes.  The negro is now in jail and will remain there until called to answer the terrible crime before the circuit court at St. Louis.  We met a gentleman who was an eyewitness to the whole difficulty.

(A notice in the same issue gives the man’s name as William A. David.—Darrel Dexter)
The particulars of the difficulty which occurred at St. Louis between a negro roustabout and the mate on the steamer Fannie Tatum, to which reference was made in yesterday’s Bulletin, are given in the following dispatch from St. Louis under date of July 31st.  “In a row about 7 o’clock tonight, between William A. David, second mate of the steamer Fannie Tatum, lying at the levee, and Charles Wilson, a negro roustabout, the latter threw rocks at the former, striking him in the right side and on the head, inflicting a wound which caused death in three hours.  Wilson, who belongs to Wheeling, was arrested, and David, who has a family in Memphis, was taken to the City Hospital, where his body now is.  The trouble occurred about $2, which Wilson claims was due him for wages.  Wilson also says that David hit him over the head with a club on the way to Cairo.”

Friday, 4 Aug 1882:
Bloody affrays have been unusually frequent within the last few days in the town of Paducah.  A few days ago a beer wagon driver shot a woman and killed her; Tuesday the son of a saloonkeeper shot a cigar maker, and yesterday a merchant and a steamboatman were looking for each other with blood in their eyes, but were prevented from injuring each other by solicitous friends.

Sunday, 6 Aug 1882:

Yesterday morning about 4 o’clock, Con. Galigher, an employee in the Illinois Central railroad company’s yards uptown, was run over by a freight train and injured so that he died within an hour and a half afterwards.  He had been in the employ of the company at East Cairo for some years as car carpenter, but when the two roads were consolidated under one management, he was transferred to Cairo and, owing to his age and a sore foot from which he suffered much, he was put on the watch.  Yesterday morning early he had wandered about much, was tired and was suffering more than usual with his foot.  He sat down on a sidetrack near one of the freight sheds to rest and had sat there but a short while when, by jarring of the track, he was made aware that a freight car was approaching.  He rose immediately, but owing to his sore foot, he was unable to jump aside in time to allow the car to pass.  He was struck, knocked across the track and the car passed over him near the hips, very nearly cutting him in twain.  Strange as it may appear the other employees in the yards took immediate charge of the horribly mutilated man and transported him to St. Mary’s Infirmary, where under the best surgical and medical treatment that could be procured, the poor old man died about an hour and a half afterwards fully conscious to the last and able before he died to give an account of how the terrible accident happened.

The remains were yesterday conveyed to the home of his sister on Eleventh Street, between Walnut and Cedar streets, from whence they will be buried today.  The funeral will leave the house at 1 o’clock for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held over them, and from which they will be taken to the train which will leave the foot of Eighth Street at two o’clock for Villa Ridge where the remains will be interred.

Mr. Galigher was an uncle of Mrs. George G. Wichert.  He had lived long in Cairo and was generally and favorably known.

(George G. Wichert married Kate Foley on 3 Dec 1877, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 8 Aug 1882:
Horrible Calamity:  Steamer Gold Dust exploded her boilers and burned to the water’s edge last evening, just above Hickman, Ky.  Seventeen lives known to be lost and others missing and wounded.  All of the available physicians with nurses sent from here on tugs were to aid the sufferers; owing to the excitement and confusion on receipt of the news we were unable to furnish further particulars until tomorrow morning.
Since Wednesday, Mr. John Beecher has been very sick, his life being despaired of for much of the time.  He was unable to move a limb for several days and nights.  Yesterday he was better, and there are prospects of his recovery.
The Steamer Gold Dust Blown up Near Hickman—Many Persons Killed and Wounded.

A dispatch received here from the president of the Anchor line company at St. Louis, about 8 o’clock last night, by Captain Shields, stated that the steamer Gold Dust had blown up near Hickman and requested him to summon surgical assistance and go down to the scene of the disaster immediately.  Capt. Shields chartered the steam tug Ariadne and accompanied by Drs. C. W. Dunning and G. G. Parker went down, leaving here about 8:30 o’clock.

Subsequent dispatches stated that up to that time it was known that seventeen persons had been killed outright and about forty wounded.  The accident happened about three hundred yards above Hickman.  The boat was on her way up in the command of Captain McCord.

The Gold Dust was not an old boat and her boilers were pronounced entirely safe when last inspected.  Her capacity was about twelve hundred tons.  After the explosion she caught fire and burned to the water’s edge.

Wednesday, 9 Aug 1882:
Another Chapter in the Story of the Horrible Fate of the Steamer Gold Dust.
The Steamer City of Alton Arrives with Some of the Dead and Wounded on Board.

The account of the explosion Monday night, near Hickman, Ky., of the boilers of the steamer Gold Dust, given in yesterday's Bulletin, was confirmed so far as it went by the full developments of yesterday, about twelve o'clock, when the steamer City of Alton arrived at our wharf, having aboard nearly all that were saved from the catastrophe.

When the tug Ariadne, having aboard Drs. Parker and Dunning, Capt. Shields and Mr. Sol. Silver and others, arrived at Hickman Monday night, they found everything in better condition than they had expected.  The wrecked steamer was no more, having been destroyed by fire after the explosion, the dead and wounded, such as could be found, had all been taken ashore and given all possible care and comfort by the citizens of Hickman, who transformed their private and public houses into hospitals and themselves into nurses for the time being.  But yet there was much to do.  Dr. Farris, a big-hearted, one-armed physician, and surgeon, of Hickman, had been very active, but Dr. Parker and Dunning found their hands full also, and they did much good work, as did also Capt. Shields in the way of directing preparations for the removal of the helplessly injured.

The steamer Alton arrived at Hickman about 1 o'clock yesterday morning.  She was not heavily laden and had but few passengers.  Her cabin was cleared of the furniture, mattresses were spread upon the floor and the wounded were carefully carried aboard to be conveyed to their homes in this city and in St. Louis.  The boat came here, running very carefully and making no intermediate landings.  She came in sight here about 11:30 o'clock and immediately people from every part of the city flocked to the levee.  The flag on her jack staff was at half-mast.  She came up very slowly without the usual long blowing of the whistle and landed about 12 o'clock, touching the wharf almost without a jar.  Chief Myers and officers Martin, Mahanny and Wims were on hand and kept the crowd, which was by this time several thousand strong, from boarding the boat.  And no efforts were made to get aboard.  All crowded on the outer guard of the wharfboat, but stood there quietly; there was no bustling, no loud voices, no laughter, not a smiling face.  Rough men talked in whispers—the horror of the occasion was reflected in every face in that great crowd, tears filled the eyes of some, deeply sympathy spoke in every movement.

The boat lay here an hour and a half, receiving medicines, ice, provisions and other necessaries.  while she lay here, three of the wounded were brought ashore and taken to the hospital.  The names of three of them were William Hall, Al Hill and Jeff Walker—all negroes.  They were badly scalded about the hands and arms, chests and heads.  They were brought down from the cabin on litters, carefully laid in ambulances, of which over a dozen were in waiting, and conveyed to the marine hospital station.  One of them, however, Jeff Walker, died before he reached the hospital.  A fourth, whose name we did not learn, died before he was taken from the boat, was placed in the hands of the undertaker and was buried at the seven-mile graveyard yesterday evening.  One of the two who were taken to the hospital, William Hall, col., has a family living here.  He is very badly scalded about the face, neck and head and seemed to be in greater mental agony than the others, for he groaned and raved almost incessantly.

A view of the cabin of the Alton soon after she landed here, was heart rending.  There were fifteen men lying in cots and upon mattresses on the floor.  Nearly all as still as though dead, with eyes closed, faces bruised and red and swollen in some cases, almost beyond human semblance, hands and arms bandaged, and bodies covered with cloths and blankets saturated in liniments.  But they were receiving the best of care.  Two young ladies in particular—one of them a passenger on the steamer Alton, a Miss Coffee, of St. Louis, the other one of the fortunate rescued from the ill fated Gold Dust, a Miss Smith, of Troy, Penn., deserve special mention in this connection.  They moved about among the mangled, suffering men like ministering angels, dressing their wounds with gentle hands, cooling their fevered brows, giving water to the thirsty, applying medicine and speaking words of cheer to those who could understand.  The officers of the City of Alton are fervent in their praise of those young ladies and with good cause.  The names of the fifteen were as follows:

James Gee, John O'Neil, Lem Gray, Stephen Stetson, Nathaniel Horrs, Patrick Fitzgerald, Thomas Beck, Henry Evans, James Welsh, Solomon Price, Henry Burdolf, Peter Randolph, Jefferson Walker, Albert Hill and William Hall.

These fifteen were all helplessly injured, but their injuries consisted almost exclusively of scalds, more or less extensive.  Several were raw all over, and were unconscious and not expected to live.  There were about an equal number of others on board, who were less severely injured, and who, with arms or heads or hands bandaged, were moving about the boat nursing themselves.  The boat left here about 1:30 o'clock for St. Louis.

At the time of the catastrophe there were on the boat 38 deck hands, 14 general officers, 16 cabin officers, 16 cabin passengers and 25 deck passengers—a total of 109 people.  At Hickman were left 13 dead and 12 wounded; the Alton brought up 64 in all making a total of 89 and leaving 20 to yet be accounted for.  Of the officers of the Gold Dust nearly all were more or less injured, and two, the barkeeper and third clerk were killed.  Pilot Lem Gray who was off watch, Captain McCord, First Clerk Henry Deitrich, and second Clerk John Laugolis, were all scalded but not seriously, and second mate Garl Dunham was bruised about the arms and chest.

The cause of the explosion is of course unknown as usual.  The boilers were full of water , the steam was not above the general gauge, the boilers were in good condition, all who had charge of the craft's boilers were on duty and had just inspected everything and ground all as it should be when the explosion occurred—nobody was to blame.  When the explosion occurred the boat had left the wharf at Hickman but a few minutes.  It was seen and heard by nearly every citizen there, all of whom gathered on the riverbank.  To the fishermen at the bank is due the credit of bringing the wrecked and burning boat ashore and thus enabling nearly all the passengers to escape both flames and water.  They took ropes out in skiffs, fastened them to the boat, and people standing on the shore caught the other ends and pulled the burning wreck into shore.


Thursday, 10 Aug 1882:
Coroner Fitzgerald held an inquest over the body of a colored man found in the Ohio River, below the St. Louis and Cairo railroad early yesterday morning.  The man had been an employee on Mr. Bernard’s saw mill boat, and had accidentally fallen overboard Monday night and went down in spite of all the efforts to save him.

Friday, 11 Aug 1882:
A dispatch received yesterday by Captain T. W. Shields here, from Dr. Farris, at Hickman, stated that of the twelve wounded men left there from the steamer Gold Dust, one died and the others were all in a fair way to recover.  Of those on the steamer City of Alton, on her way up from here, four died on the way up.  This swells the number of dead accounted for to twenty-one.
Mrs. C. F. Liebke and daughter, of St. Louis, were on their way to Hickman to attend the bedside of their husband and father, who was a passenger on the ill-fated Gold Dust, but is not seriously injured.

Saturday, 12 Aug 1882:
Two more victims of the Gold Dust were buried in St. Louis day before yesterday.
A dispatch from Columbus, Ky., under date of August 10th, says:  “Mr. Albert Lowel, formerly a traveling salesman for Dr. J. H. McLean, of St. Louis, and well known in that city, and a half brother to J. D. Roberts, druggist of this city, was murdered here by some unknown parties last night.  Mr. Roberts was absent, leaving his house in charge of Lowel, who slept in a room in the rear of the drug store.  This morning Roberts’ housekeeper called at the store at an early hour and found Lowel dead on the floor in his nightclothes.  The thieves had entered the house from a back door in a room still in the rear of Lowel’s bedroom, robbed the cash drawers and took two or three pistols, and the circumstances indicate that in their attempt to leave the house Lowel detected their presence, sprang from his bed, and in his attempt to prevent their escape, was shot dead.  The ball entering the left side of his neck, passed through the spinal column, fractured the vertebra, made its exit from the right side of the neck and lodged in a wardrobe.  Mr. Lowel at the time of this tragedy was traveling for Messrs. Glover & Nichols, druggists of Detroit.  Much excitement prevails here over the sad affair.  Mr. Lowel leaves a wife and two small children.  No clue to the murderers and thieves as yet, but active efforts will be taken to being them to justice.”
A report from Hickman, concerning the condition of the victims of the Gold Dust explosion, says that of those remaining there, John Langlois, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton, L. P. Day, and Frank Libke, are all doing well.  Henry Hayes, Thomas Gibson, Henry Washington, are still bad.  The dead buried at Hickman are:  William Robinson, of Edwards, Miss.; P. J. Fitzgerald, of St. Louis; Newton Coleman, of Ohio; Manuel Victor, of St. Louis; Thomas Brenk, of Warren County, Ohio.  The colored buried at Hickman are:  Henry Hayes, Memphis; George Washington, T. Louis; John Evans, Memphis; William Hall, Memphis; Jeff Walker, Memphis; Jeff Thornton, Kansas City, Mo.; Walker Howard, Memphis; James Day, St. Louis, Sidney Drewery, St. Louis.  Of those who went to St. Louis on the City of Alton, Capt. McCord and two or three others were able to leave the boat alone and went to their homes, but the remainder of the badly hurt were carried ashore on stretchers and conveyed wither to the Marine or the City Hospital.  Lem Gray, one of the pilots, was taken to the home of Capt. Carter, in the suburbs, where he will be carefully nursed.  He is badly hurt, but will recover.  The persons most seriously injured are Lem Gray, pilot; Henry Evans, fireman; Thomas Beck, deck sweeper; Henry Stutsman, pantryman; Pat Fitzgerald, watchman; Sol. Price, mate; and James Welch, Peter Rudolph, and two others names not given.  John O’Neil, deck hand, and another of the crew not named, died on the way up.

Sunday, 13 Aug 1882:
At Streator, Ills., Patrick Butterfield killed Johnnie Hayes, who, with several others, was annoying him.
William Robeson, a carriage maker of Alton, Ill., died yesterday from a stroke of apoplexy.
George Parker, a farmer of Liberty, Ills., was instantly killed by lightning last Tuesday morning.

“Alas Poor Yorick I knew him well.”

Our old friend Dr. Bradley left home last Wednesday morning for Dixon Springs, but he could not stand the ride from Vienna, and as the stage left him he breathed his last.  He was a jovial old soul as ever lived.  His many friends cautioned him on leaving, that they thought he had better stay at home, but as he did not return Friday night we knew he was gone.  He left his family well supplied.  “Oh how the frost twenty will miss home.”

Tuesday, 15 Aug 1882:
Last week a colored woman who was employed to do house work at Mrs. Goe’s in Villa Ridge was burned to death with coal oil.  She was in the habit of using the oil to allay pain.  She arose during the night for this purpose and accidentally set the can too near the lamp which caused an explosion.  She was enveloped in the flames and ran out in the yard where she died in a few moments.  The family succeeded in putting out the fire in the house.
Mr. James S. Morris was in the city yesterday.  From him we learned that in an affray at Ullin Saturday night “Dug” Heathcock, a young man, was killed by one James GoodwinHeathcock was drunk and made violent threats against Goodwin who then knocked him down, and while he lay on the ground, struck him on the head with a billet of wood, from the effects of which he died in a few hours.  The coroner’s jury returned a verdict of death from a blow received at the hands of James GoodwinGoodwin was arrested and was to have a hearing yesterday afternoon.

            (The 19 Aug 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Douglas Hathcock was murdered by James Goodman in a saloon at Ullin on 12 Aug 1882.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 16 Aug 1882:
Alexander Weiber, A German saloonkeeper, his wife and a seven-year-old son, were murdered in their home on Saturday night.  Four men have been arrested on suspicion.
Thomas Elder, keeper of a saloon on Shelbyville pike, fourteen miles from Louisville, was shot dead Saturday night by someone unknown.  Elder was behind the bar at the time attending customers, when the assassin rode up to the door and fired two shots.  During the recent political canvass he had trouble with some of his neighbors on the question at issue and it is thought his death is part of the quarrel.  He leaves a wife and two children.

Thursday, 17 Aug 1882:
Four of the unfortunate victims which were on the Gold Dust when she exploded her boilers were brought up on the steamer Vicksburg yesterday and took to the marine hospital at this place.  All of them are regarded as almost hopeless cases.  Three of them were deck hands and one a deck passenger.

Friday, 18 Aug 1882:
A brakeman named Perkins was run over and killed near Columbia, on the Cairo and St. Louis Railroad Tuesday.

Saturday, 19 Aug 1882:

Whereas, It hath pleased God in his infinite wisdom to take from us our dearly beloved, S. S. Torry, whose noble and genial qualities endeared him closely to members of this lodge, therefore be it

Resolved, That we desire to express our appreciation of his many good qualities of mind and heart and to pay our humble tribute to his memory.  He was a kind friend, loving and devoted husband and father.  As a citizen he was honest, upright and just.

Resolved, That we deeply deplore and mourn his loss and extend to the bereaved widow and family our warmest sympathy.

Resolved, That these resolutions be entered upon the records of this lodge and that a copy be sent to the widow and family.

Resolved, That each member wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days and that the lodge room be draped for the same length of time.
George E. O’Hara
John Hacker
Committee K. of H.

Tuesday, 22 Aug 1882:
About four o’clock Sunday morning W. C. Coup’s circus trains met with an accident near Tunnel Hill, in which three men were instantly killed and seven wounded, two of them fatally.  The trains, two in number, left after the performance here, about 12 o’clock at night, the one being about five minutes ahead of the other.  Near Tunnel Hill the foremost train was ascending an incline and was stalled, the caboose and one of the cars were wrecked, but the engine was but slightly injured.  The men were all canvass men; none of the performers were hurt.  Of the two fatally wounded, one died during Sunday, and the other has also probably died before this.  The circus was not much delayed in its course.  The dead and wounded were properly disposed of, coffins for the former, and physicians for the latter in the persons of Drs. Parker being procured from this city.  The wreck was speedily cleared away and the trains went on their way as though nothing had occurred.  It kept its appointment at Delphi, Indiana, on Monday, and will today be in Detroit, Michigan, from whence it goes into Canada.

Wednesday, 23 Aug 1882:

Last Sunday Mr. Davis A. Burns died at his home in Hodges Park, this county, at the age of nearly eighty-eight years.  He would have been eighty-eight years old on the 25th day of September.  He came to this country something over forty years ago and settled at Hodges Park, and has lived there ever since.  He was a soldier under General Jackson and was very sensitive on that great man’s reputation for bravery.  He has been a prosperous farmer.  He leaves only a second wife, who is some years his junior.

(David A. Burns married Mary S. Barney on 2 Feb 1870, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Mr. Charles B. Newland, an old citizen of Cairo, died at St. Mary’s infirmary yesterday morning.  He died of typhoid fever with which he had been suffering for several weeks.  His remains were taken to Villa Ridge and buried yesterday forenoon.

Mr. Newland was a bachelor and about fifty years of age.  He was an engineer and a machinist of ability and had for many years devoted himself to the pursuit of the latter trade.  More recently he formed a partnership with Mr. Louis Herbert and put up waterworks on a small scale at the corner of Tenth Street and Ohio Levee, from which he supplied water carts and several huge sprinklers used by the firm in wetting down some of the principal streets of the city.  Mr. Newland was an active workman in whatever he undertook.  He was favorably known and his death will be regretted.

Thursday, 24 Aug 1882:
The particulars of the accident to Coup’s show trains at Tunnel Hill Sunday morning, which have yet been published, exhibit some very remarkable features. Where the collision occurred the track was not only a steep grade, but in a sharp curve, so that the trains were hidden from one another almost till they came together.  The first train was stopped by the heavy grade and lack of steam, and flagmen were sent back to warn the rear train, but they failed to make themselves perceived by those having charge of the train.  In the caboose of the foremost train only one man was lying asleep—Mr. Southerland, advance agent for the show, who was, contrary to custom, traveling with the show, and had been provided with a mattress which he had laid on the floor of the car and upon which he was lying when the accident occurred.  In the coach ahead of the caboose there were forty-eight people and in the third sixty-four.  When the engine of the hindmost train struck the caboose the sides of the latter flew one to either side of the track, one of the trucks was hurled from the track and the other was jammed under the coach ahead, the floor was gathered up neatly in a heap between the front of the engine and the rear end of the passenger coach ahead of the caboose, the roof dropped on top of the engine and Mr. Southerland, when he “found himself,” was lying on top of the roof almost uninjured.  How Mr. Southerland got from under the roof on top of it, on such short notice and in such close quarters, without being crushed to a jelly, is a wonderful, unexplainable mystery.  If he could perform that feat at will he would be a “big card” for Coup’s shows—but he can’t.  The coaches ahead of the caboose reared simultaneously at the ends where they were coupled, the coupling then broke, the hindmost car dropped back on the track and the forward one dropped on top of it, completely cutting off its end to the extent of about eight feet, composing a compartment in which four men slept, three of whom were those instantly killed in the catastrophe.  The rear end of the last coach, against which the engine crushed the caboose, was entirely uninjured, and none of the sleepers there were hurt.  The track was also entirely sound, not a spike being drawn or a tie or rail displaced.  It is laid in rock ballast, steel rails, and was in exactly as good condition after as it had been before the accident, which speaks well for the railroad company.  Immediately after the collision all those having charge of the trains, excepting the engineer and hindmost who escaped to the woods, crowded onto the foremost engine and left the scene for fear the enraged circus men would handle them violently.  And it is well they did so, for their lives would have been in great danger had they remained.

Tuesday afternoon a man came to this city on the Iron Mountain railroad and put up at the Planters’ House where he registered as J. P. Lamb, of Chicago.  About 4 o’clock in the afternoon he said he was not well and asked to be shown to his room, which was done.  About 7 o’clock at night one of the bell boys who had been waiting on him reported to the clerk that the man was in a very bad condition and the clerk visited him and found him in cramps and unable to speak.  A physician was immediately sent for and the man’s wife and daughter, at Chicago, were telegraphed for.  The physician pronounced the sick man afflicted with congestive chills, and beyond hope of recovery, and at five o’clock yesterday morning the man died in his room at the hotel.

Mr. Lamb was a traveling agent for Mathews & Co., a commission firm of Chicago, and had been in Kentucky and Mississippi drumming up the watermelon trade for the house.  He had been for some time afflicted with an intestinal disorder and had not taken proper care of himself.  There is not a particle of truth in the rumor in circulation yesterday forenoon, that the man had committed suicide by taking laudanum.  A reply to the dispatch sent to Mrs. Lamb was received yesterday afternoon, and it requested that her husband’s remains be placed in the morgue until further orders.  It was expected that she would arrive on the afternoon train yesterday, but she did not.

LATER:  A dispatch was received last night from Chicago by the officers of the Planters’ House, requesting that the corpse of Mr. Lamb be sent by express to that city.  A fine coffin was therefore purchased, the remains properly dressed and placed in the coffin, and sent to Chicago early this morning.

Friday, 25 Aug 1882:

A dispatch received here by Circuit Clerk Irvin, Wednesday night, stated that Thomas McClure, of Clear Creek, this county, died at his home Wednesday evening, and that the remains would be buried yesterday afternoon at 2 o’clock.  A little while before Mr. Irvin had received a dispatch from Mr. McClure’s brother stating Thomas, who had been sick for about a week, was better and there was hope of recovery.

Mr. McClure, it is well known, was one of Alexander County’s oldest and wealthiest farmers.  He had come there twenty-five or thirty years ago, gone into farming, pursued it diligently and intelligently and succeeded to an extent beyond even his own expectations.  His farms, one of them containing eight hundred acres all under cultivation, are stocked with all the latest improved machinery and were cultivated upon scientific principles.  In Mr. McClure’s death the county loses a very valuable citizen.
A wife, two daughters and a son, the latter grown, survive Mr. McClure.

(His obituary in the 26 Aug 1882, Jonesboro Gazette stated he died 23 Aug 1882, of dropsy of the heart and was aged 55 years, 11 months, and 15 days.—Darrel Dexter)
The remains of poor Lem Gray, one of the pilots of the ill-fated Gold Dust recently blown up, were carried to their last resting place Wednesday, 23rd.  Many friends paid sad duty to his death by attending his funeral, beautiful floral tributes to his memory were scattered around and over him, pilots of the Anchor line acted as pull horses.  Lem Gray was one of the best pilots of the line to which he belonged, and his memory will ever remain fresh and green in the heart of his comrades.  He was buried in the cemetery at St. Louis.

Died, yesterday morning at 1 o’clock, at her residence on Ninth Street, after an illness of about three weeks with typhoid fever, at the age of 32 years, Mrs. Thistlewood, wife of Mr. Benjamin F. Thistlewood.

Funeral services will be held at the residence on Ninth Street, between Washington Avenue and Poplar Street, at 1 o’clock, and the train will leave the foot of Eighth Street for Villa Ridge at 1:30 o’clock this afternoon.  Friends of the family are invited to attend.
Wednesday, Mrs. Jones, wife of Mr. Ned Jones, living uptown, was taken to the Anna insane asylum by Mr. Guy Morse, as deputy sheriff.  Mrs. Jones was adjudged insane about a week ago, by the county court.  She is the mother of young Thomas Jones, who was killed some time ago on the incline of the Illinois Central railroad, and her insanity was the direct result of continued grief over her son’s horrible death.  Sometime in April last, before she had shown any signs of mental derangement she, in company with several other ladies, took a walk on Ohio Levee, and when they got opposite the incline one of the companions remarked, pointing to the include, that “there was the place where poor Tom got killed.”  Mrs. Jones looked long and steadily at the incline, but said not a word.  But her companions noticed that she looked troubled, they took here home, and since the night following that day, she has raved about her son Tom, the incline, and the railroad company.  When not loudly calling for her boy, or denouncing the incline and railroad companies in general, she would sit in silence, apparently engaged in deep thought and murmur unintelligibly.  Hers is certainly a sad case.

Saturday, 26 Aug 1882:
The funeral of Mrs. B. F. Thistlewood was very largely attended yesterday afternoon.  Mrs. Thistlewood was very much beloved by those who knew her and she had many friends.

Sunday, 27 Aug 1882:

The funeral services of Mrs. Sadie Coyle Thistlewood, took place from her husband’s residence on Friday afternoon .  Rev. Mr. Scarritt of the Methodist church conducted the services and spoke in beautiful terms of the past life of the deceased and gave words of comfort and cheer to the sorrowing ones left behind.

The casket was covered with beautiful floral designs bestowed by the hand of affection.

The body was followed to its last resting place by a large concourse of friends.

Mrs. B. F. Thistlewood was born in Picawo County, near Columbus, Ohio, and at the tender age of three years, her father died, thus leaving four girls, to be reared and educated by their mother.  They removed to Kankakee, Ill.  At the age of twenty, Mrs. Thistlewood united with the Episcopal Church and was an exemplary member of that church.  Afterwards her mother, Mrs. Coyle, removed with her to Cairo and in 1875 she was united in marriage to Mr. Benjamin F. Thistlewood; since then she has held a quiet unassuming life.

Previous to her last illness, she seemed to have a presentment of her approaching death, her greatest solicitude was for her aged mother, and on her deathbed during her conscious moments, she would say to those ministering to her:

“Comfort mother,” as though she realized she was passing away and knowing her mother would be left alone, as the other daughters had all “gone before.”

To the bereaved husband, the two dear little children, and the lonely mother, we extend our heartfelt sympathy.

When so prominent a man as Thomas McClure, of this county, passes from out of a community forever, the event and the man deserves more than a passing notice.  Not the immediate neighborhood in which he lived along, but this whole county, was greatly and permanently benefited because Mr. McClure lived in it, and how and to what extent he did this cannot be a matter of total indifference to those who survive him here, and who share in these benefits.

Mr. McClure came to this county quite a young man.  He came one day in about the year 1842, to the house of the father of Sheriff Hodges at Unity, and said he was in search of his uncle, Matthew McClure, who lived at Clear Creek.  He had traveled many miles on foot and was penniless, hungry, tired and meagerly clad.  The principal portion of his suit consisted of a pair of bed tick pants, and his wardrobe was tied up in a red bandana and hung from the end of a stick across his shoulder.  Mr. Hodges kindly took him in, gave him what he needed in the way of food and rest, and then directed him to his destination.  His uncle had a small farm and a tract of timbered land.  Young Thomas found his uncle, applied for a job and got it.  After a few days rest Thomas was told to go out in the woods to make rails at about thirty cents per hundred.  He went, worked a week cutting down some of the finest looking trees on the place and expected to do a big job in splitting the next week.  He spent Saturday preparing wedges, etc.  Next Monday he labored all day, from early morn till after sundown, trying to make a single rail, and without success.  He had spent a week cutting cypress trees and, of course, he couldn’t split a single one of them.  He went home and told the old man he thought he would quit making rails, and he did.

He got married shortly after and thereby came into possession of not only an excellent wife, but of forty acres of land near his uncle’s place.  This was the beginning of his remarkably and uniformly successful career.  He went to work with an energy and tact which was in the direct contrast to that of the small farmers all around him.  His farm was always the cleanest, his crops were the best cultivated, his harvest were the richest.  But his first wife died a few years afterwards and in about 1852 he moved to Thebes where he went into a small business and soon after married a Miss Overby, his second wife, now living.

But he soon returned to Clear Creek continued to give all his attention to his little farm, increased it in size every year, always using rare good judgment in selecting his acres and in making them yield all there was in them.  He was the life of the neighborhood in which he lived.  His activity was contagious.  Those who lived around him, who had lived indolently, whose lands had theretofore been carelessly cultivated, and whose crops had been miserable, became jealous.  A rivalry was created; Thomas McClure’s good counsel was sought and freely given; the farmers, for miles around were awakened as from a Rip Van Winkle slumber; the little farms assumed a more cheerful appearance; crops were better, prosperity greater and more general; a comparative wilderness was transformed as if by magic into green emblazoned or golden fields, and today there is not a piece of finer farming country in this state than can be seen in Clear Creek Precinct and vicinity, and Thomas McClure is, in a greater measure than any other single man, responsible for it.

Thomas McClure’s property, at the time of his death, comprised 1,672 acres all under cultivation, furnished with all necessary building and a substantial character and with all the improved farming machinery of the day.  All this land is in the vicinity of Clear Creek, where he owned his first forty acres, and the view from his neat, comfortable home is a fine one, especially in harvest time, when, standing upon the front step of the house, one can see over level fields, covered with finely growing products of various kind, stretching a full mile to either side and three quarters of a mile in width.  This single field comprises over eight hundred acres.  A good gristmill and two saw mills are also among the industries established and kept in operation by Mr. McClure.  Some years ago Mr. McClure sold over ten thousand bushels of wheat from his farms and last year he sold fourteen thousand, four hundred bushels of wheat which he sold at $1.34 per bushel and which netted him over seventeen thousand dollars.  About eight years ago he refused an offer of $105,000 for his farms and since then he improved them considerably.
Thomas McClure was about sixty years old when he died.  His death was the result of no particular ailment, but of a gradual giving way of his physical organism under a continued heavy strain.  He had been gradually sinking for about thee years, and several years ago, when Circuit Clerk Irvin was visiting the west, he (McClure) intended to follow Mr. Irvin and with him roam over the mountains and prairies for a season, but business considerations prevented it.  He was a man of no small amount of intelligence and very popular.  So much so that in 1877 he was urged by the Democracy of the county to make the race for the lower house of the legislature, but he loved his farm too well and refused the honor.  He was a liberal man ordinarily, but in business transactions guarded his interests well.  He was sociable, brave, determined, kind, as he proved frequently in his daily life at home and elsewhere.  He was, in a word, an exemplary man and farmer, who proved what can be done in this county if one has the will.  He leaves his wife and four children, Jennie, Caroline, Thomas and Claude.  Caroline is married and since the death of Claude, about a year ago, Thomas is the oldest living.

(Thomas J. McClure married Mary Phillips on 12 Aug 1847, in Alexander Co., Ill.  He married Caroline Overbey on 24 Feb 1853, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 30 Aug 1882:
A letter received by the clerk of the Planters’ House from a friend of Mrs. Lamb, the lady whose husband died at that house some time ago, expresses the lady’s thanks to the management of the Planters’ for the attention shown her husband before and after his death.  Mrs. Lamb, says the writer, is now a poor widow, dependent entirely upon herself for support.  Her husband’s remains were taken charge of by the men who were soldiers under him, he having been a captain in the army, and interred in the soldiers’ cemetery.

Thursday, 31 Aug 1882:
An old negro named Minton Smith went to a small pond about three miles up the Illinois Central railroad on Monday last for the purpose of catching fish.  Yesterday morning he had not returned and his friends became alarmed and went up the road in search of him.  When last heard from the part of the searchers they had not found the man, but they found his clothes lying on the bank of the pond.  Nothing could be seen of the man.  The conclusion at once arrived at was that his hook and line had become entangled in some brush in the pond and that shedding his clothes, he went into the water to disentangle the tackle, and found the water too deep and was drowned.  Whether this supposition was true or not is probably known by this time as a thorough search was made in the pond for the body.  The old man was well known in this city.

            (His name is recorded as Mingo Smith in the 3 Sep 1882, issue.  Mingo Smith married Dorcas Smith on 20 Jul 1870, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 1 Sep 1882:
The body of the negro Minton Smith, who went on a fishing tour to a small pond on the Illinois Central railroad, about three miles from the city, was found in the pond near which his clothes were found on Wednesday.  No positive evidence of the manner of the man’s death was found.

Saturday, 2 Sep 1882:
Mr. A. G. Leonard, of the Gazette, is called to his home in DuQuoin, Ills., by a letter from his mother announcing the death of her husband.  Mr. Leonard left last night to take charge of and settle up the property affairs of deceased, which are considerable, and in the division of which Mr. Leonard will share.
A dispatch to Prof. Al. Goss, from relations living in Minnesota, brought the sad news Thursday night of the death of his brother, who had died the day before.  No particulars of the death were given except that deceased had already been buried.  This fact accounts for Prof. Goss from the Comique band and orchestra yesterday, and for the fact that Prof. Storer will assume the responsibilities of leader in that band for the next several days.  Prof. Goss’ many friends will heartily sympathize with him.

Sunday, 3 Sep 1882:
The poor old negro, Mingo Smith, who drowned in a little pond on the Illinois Central railroad a few days ago, was a minister of the gospel and had a small congregation up in the barracks who are mourning his loss.

Thursday, 5 Sep 1882:

DIED—Sunday morning at the hour of 8 o’clock at Springfield, Ills., Mrs. Taylor, wife of Col. S. S. Taylor, of this city.  Mrs. Taylor’s remains will arrive at Beech Grove Cemetery on the down express this morning at half past ten o’clock and a special to meet it will leave Cairo, from Eighth Street at 9:30.  This train will halt to take on people at Twentieth Street.  The funeral exercises will be at the grave.  Friends of the deceased and family are respectfully invited to attend.

The Cairo public received the news of Mrs. Taylor’s death with general and genuine feelings of sorrow.  The sad event was entirely unexpected.  Mrs. Taylor had been in Springfield Ills., for some time and was believed to be in good health.  But she was afflicted with heart disease and a few days before her death she had a mild attack of chills and fever.  She was nearly seventy years of age.

Wednesday, 6 Sep 1882:
Five coaches filled with friends of the late Mrs. S. S. Taylor, left the Illinois Central passenger depot yesterday morning at 10:30 o’clock for Beech Grove to attend the last rites over the lady’s remains.  The ceremony conducted over the grave was very beautiful and very impressive.  Rector Davenport delivered an address, which brought tears to the eyes of many in the great throng around him.  The ceremony was opened with the hymn “Nearer My God to Thee” sung by the choral society and the choirs of the several churches, conducted by Mrs. J. M. Lansden.  Altogether it was the most imposing funeral Cairo has had for many years, which proved the general deep regard in which deceased was held by the people of Cairo.

Thursday, 7 Sep 1882:
The Springfield Monitor makes the following reference to Mr. Van Norstrand, brother of Mrs. Thomas Lewis, who died in Sangamon County a few days ago:  “William Van Norstrand was one of the oldest setters of Sangamon County, and has resided on the same farm since 1837.  He was a man of sterling worth and enjoyed in a high degree the confidence and esteem of all who knew him.  He leaves behind him an unsullied record, a heritage of fame more precious than diamonds or fine gold.  Mr. Van Norstrand’s loss will be felt in the neighborhood where he has past his life, and his memory will be kept alive in the hearts of the many who knew and loved him.”
Springfield Journal:  “Citizens of Springfield were surprised to learn yesterday of the death of Mrs. S. S. Taylor, wife of a prominent citizen of Cairo, which occurred at the Leland Hotel at an early hour on Sunday morning.  Mr. and Mrs. Taylor had been stopping at the Leland for several days, and the latter arriving in her ordinary health.  A few days ago she was attacked with gastric fever, and as already stated, died early Sunday morning.
On Tuesday, near Harrisburg, the wife of William Chase, met with a terrible calamity Sunday morning.  Feeling rather badly in consequence of having set up with a sick neighbor, she took from a shelf what she supposed was the medicine she was in the habit of taking at times and swallowed a teaspoonful.  Almost immediately she was thrown into convulsions and after twenty-three minutes suffering died in great agony.  The liquid proved to be a silver-plating fluid purchased the day before by her husband.

(William Chase married Nancy A. Miller on 5 Nov 1868, in Saline Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Tuesday a dispatch from the St. Louis police was received by the chief here stating that a negro named Frank Morris, charged with murder, was on his way here, and asking that he be watched for and captured if possible.  The officers were therefore on their ground.  The steamer Ste. Genevieve was on her way here and it was believed that the negro was on her.  She arrived about 11 o’clock and several of the officers were at the wharf, but failed to find him.  A few minutes later the City of Alton prepared to back out on her down trip, and supposing that either man would leave on her if he came down on the Ste. Genevieve, they watched for him and the officers supposition proved correct.  They had hardly stationed themselves in convenient places when the negro answering the description given in the dispatch came hurrying down the levee.  He was captured and taken to headquarters where he admitted his guilt, and was then taken to jail where he still is awaiting the arrival of a St. Louis officer.  Morris killed his man with a stone, he says, last Saturday and did it “just to get even with him.”  He is a yellow negro, about six feet three inches tall, and well built.

Friday, 8 Sep 1882:
The Union County, Illinois, circuit court is having a hard time securing a jury for the trial of Sam Hazel for the murder of little Mollie Dalton a year ago.  The court has issued a special venire for 250 additional men.  Only one juror had been secured yesterday.

Saturday, 9 Sep 1882:
Preparations are now being made to entomb the remains of the late Thomas J. McClure, of this county, in a solid rock on top of a high cliff near Beech Ridge.  Work on the vault has been going on for some time, while the remains of deceased are encased in a metallic coffin near his home.  It is the intention also to have a marble monument erected over the tomb.  The monument is now being prepared at Jonesboro.  It is to be composed of Italian marble, will be twenty-five feet high, beautiful in seeing, surrounded by a great brass knob and will cost about five thousand dollars.

The readers of The Bulletin, one and all, will read with interest the following short biography of Mrs. Taylor, taken from our Bloomington namesake of recent date:

“The wife of Col. S. Staats Taylor, the trustee of the Cairo City Property Company, died at Springfield at the Leland Hotel on Sunday morning under peculiarly sad circumstances.  She had accompanied Col. Taylor, who was in poor health, on a trip from Cairo and waited upon him until she was stricken with gastric fever.  The disease was rapid in its course and she died in a very few days after its first symptoms appeared.  Hon. T. W. Halliday, of Cairo, son-in-law of Col. Taylor, returned with the remains to Cairo on Monday.

Mrs. Taylor’s maiden name was Charlotte Josephine Bainbridge.  She was the daughter of Commodore Bainbridge, one of the most brilliant officers of the United States Navy, in all its history.  He entered the merchant service at a very early age, and was rapidly promoted for valuable services, until in 1806, on the reorganization of the navy, he became the seventh in the list of captains.  When the War of 1812 came on it was in acquiescence to his strong desires, aided by the representations of Captain Stewart, also of the navy, that President Madison decided, contrary to the advice of his Cabinet, to send to sea immediately every government vessel.  The Cabinet feared and believed that the British Navy would capture every one of them.  But the naval force was commissioned and Commodore Bainbridge’s advice was brilliantly vindicated.  The British Navy, which had been believed to be invincible, received the first blow it had had in a long series of years.  In an engagement off St. Salvador, Bainbridge in command of the ship Constitution, which was one of his squadron, captured the British ship Java.  The vessel was reduced to a wreck and one hundred and seventy-five of the crew were killed and wounded.  The Constitution which wet into action with her royal yards across, came out of it with all three of them in their places.  She had nine killed and twenty-four wounded, Commodore Bainbridge being among the latter.  On his return to the Untied States he was everywhere received with enthusiasm.  Congress voted him a gold medal, silver ones to his officers, and fifty thousand dollars as prize money to his crew.  He continued to serve the country, afloat and ashore, until his death in 1833.

Mrs. Taylor was the mother of four children, all of whom are dead with the exception of one, now the wife of Hon. T. W. Halliday, of Cairo.  The deceased was probably upwards of sixty years of age.  She possessed clear and beautiful blue eyes, a feature for which her father was remarkable, and a fairness and freshness of complexion which any women of forty have long since lost.  She had a fine mind but was preeminently domestic, reserving the best of herself for the serene, pleasure and duties of her own fireside.  As a wife she was incomparable, and as a mother affectionate, devoted and tireless.  Her sudden and unlooked for death has been a severe blow to her family and her friends in Cairo and elsewhere.
Tuesday, 12 Sep 1882:
Samuel Hazel, murderer of little Mollie Dalton, at Dongola some time ago, was found guilty at Jonesboro and sentenced to the penitentiary for ninety-nine years.  The fact that such a brutal wretch would enjoy life under almost any circumstances except danger to his carcass, tempts even a mild-tempered, law-abiding citizen as we modestly profess to be, to momentarily forget the verdict of the jury and the court and to thirst for the murderer’s cold blood.

Yesterday morning about 8:55 o’clock, Mr. Henry Whitcamp died at his home on Poplar Street, in this city, in the sixty-eighth year of his age.  Though Mr. Whitcamp had been sick for some time, for a while seriously so, his death was a surprise to his friends and relatives.  The immediate cause of his death is not positively known.  About three days ago, when he had just recovered from an attack of malarial fever from which he had suffered a week or longer, he went on a wagon to his farm eight or ten miles up in the country after hay.  When returning, sitting on top of the hay, he suddenly became dizzy and fell to the ground.  He was picked up some minutes after and brought home.  He was confined to his bed since then, but was not believed to be seriously injured, until Sunday night when he began to grow rapidly worse and passed away as stated yesterday morning.

Mr. Whitcamp was one of our oldest citizens, having been here since 1842.  He was an honest, hard-working man, was therefore reasonably well off and highly respected generally.  He was a member of the city counsel during 1858.  He was a widower, his wife, having died in 1871.  He left five children and two brothers to mourn his death.  His funeral will probably take place tomorrow.

Wednesday, 13 Sep 1882:
The white man and negro charged with murder in East St. Louis, and who were expected to arrive here on the steamer Centennial on Saturday, made their escape from the boat before reaching this point.  They were seen to board the boat and were noticed by the clerk.  The white man remained in the kitchen to dry his clothing which he had washed, and he was badly scratched up about the face.  But he had no money and the clerk put him off at the first landing below St. Louis.  The negro also made his escape in some way.  The officers here were promptly on hand when the boat arrived.

The funeral services of the late Henry Whitcamp will take place at the Lutheran church this afternoon.  The funeral cortege will leave the house at half past twelve for the church.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. sharp, for Villa Ridge.  Friends of the family are invited to attend.
Friday, 15 Sep 1882:
The late Harry Whitcamp came to this country from Germany and settled down in this city in 1842.  He was then almost without means, but by perseverance, industry and quiet attention to his own affairs for which qualifications he was remarkable, he succeeded in accumulating considerable property.  He was an exemplary citizen in every way, never engaged in any difficulties, always pursuing his duties toward society, himself and his family, and was one of the staunchest and oldest members of the Lutheran church toward the upbuilding of which he contributed liberally.  He was firm in his attachments, both to persons and things.  He had undying faith in Cairo and her future.  He owned two or three farms in this county, not far from the city, all in fine condition.  His crops this year stand unusually fine, and he expected to reap a rich harvest from every acre.  His wife, Catharine, died about eleven years ago, and he never entirely got over his grief for her loss.  His last words were a request that he be buried by her side, which was done.  Had he lived until the 9th of next month, he would have been sixty-six years old, yet he was, only shortly before his death, apparently a hearty man, seeming to have many years of vigorous life before him.  His death was undoubtedly the result of his fall from the wagon a day or two before his death, in which he received an injury of the shoulder and spine, which caused paralysis.  His funeral Wednesday was largely attended by his many friends, both German and American.  Services were held in the Lutheran church, and at the grave by Rev. Schuchart.  Five children survive Mr. Whitcamp—three sons and two daughters—one of each being married.  All reside in this city and all feel very deeply their great loss.

Saturday, 16 Sep 1882:

Special Dispatch

METROPOLIS, Ill., Sept. 15.—Samuel Redden was hung at 2:56 p.m. in the presence of a large throng of people.

Seventeen minutes elapsed before the pulse ceased to beat.

The body fell six and a half feet through a trap door, and all went off without a hitch.

The doomed man exhibited rare nerve to the last.  No emotion was visible in his face, he made no confession, was pleasant, effable and unconcerned throughout the whole ghastly proceedings.

His last words, as the black cap was being drawn over his head, were “My last look on earth.”

His body is to be shipped to Mound City for final disposal.

A white man named Andrew Forbes was found dead yesterday morning in his hovel on Ohio Levee near Twelfth Street.  He was living upon a cot in such a position with his head that is seemed death must have resulted from suffocation.

Coroner Richard Fitzgerald summoned a jury, but a lengthy investigation as to the cause and manner of death failed to reveal any certain clue.  It was found, however, that he had led a most wretched life.  His entire body was covered with dirt which seemed to have become engrafted upon his skin.  His feet seemed to be almost on the point of decomposition—and yet the man had lived for a year or more, within fifty yards of the Ohio River.  His surroundings generally were in keeping with his own condition.  He slept in a small room, surrounded by filth, almost without ventilation.  The jury’s verdict was that he came to his death from “general debility, want of care, suffocation, or other cause to the jury unknown.”
Forbes has been living here at different times within the last eight years and was tolerably well known.  About a year ago he built the little shanty on Ohio Levee near Twelfth Street and began a little refreshment stand in one room and rented the remainder of the shanty to negroes.  He seemed to be a hearty man of about fifty years of age.  Thursday afternoon he was seen to make his way laboriously up Ohio Levee toward his home and when about opposite Mr. J. B. Reed’s store he fell down.  He was picked up by bystanders, laid upon a dray and taken home.  He seemed to be in great agony then, but did not complain.  He is said to leave a son and daughter in Philadelphia.  His property, which consists only of the little shanty without the ground upon which it stands, is encumbered to the full amount of its small value.

Sunday, 17 Sep 1882:
The wife of Mr. Howe, pilot of the Junius S. Morgan, living on Seventh Street, died Friday morning and was yesterday taken to Smithland, Ky., for burial.
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Lewis returned last evening from Springfield where they went to attend the burial of Mrs. Lewis’ brother.

(The 7 Sep 1882, issue identifies the deceased brother as William Van Norstrand.—Darrel Dexter)
Reports came here yesterday that in a drunken quarrel near Mound City on Friday, B. F. Duncan, who formerly lived at Clear Creek, in this county, but is now part owner of a sawmill at Mound City, was fatally cut.  Duncan and another man whose name we could not learn were in a wagon going to the mills.  They had been out in town and “on a tare” and had a jug of liquor in the wagon which one of the mill hands had requested him to bring.  Duncan’s companion wanted to drink from the jug to which Duncan objected.  The man was determined, however, and sought to take the jug by force.  A quarrel ensued, during which Duncan broke the jug over the companion’s head.  Whereupon the latter drew a knife and began to slash Duncan, who jumped from the wagon, ran to the woods nearby and hid.  The bloody-minded man pursued Duncan for a while, but lost track of him and then returned to the team and cut it up badly.  These are the particulars as they came to this city yesterday.

Martha Hithcock and Rosetta Calahan are charged with infanticide.  W. T. Church, who was arrested upon the charge of complicity in the murder of old man Bayles, near Vienna.  He confessed the crime implicating two or three others who were arrested, but upon examination in court, retracted all he had confessed.  He is to be tried for perjury.

(Rosetta Hitchcock married William Calhoon on 1 Nov 1874, in Johnson Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

A later dispatch from Metropolis, under date of the 15th, gives the following full account of the hanging of Samuel Redding and his last hours:

“Samuel Redding was hanged here for murder.  For the past three days he has maintained his accustomed cheerfulness, talking pleasantly with everybody on all subjects except that of his crime.  Last night he slept but little, having his spiritual counselor, Rev. William Sellers, with him until 11 o’clock.  This morning he arose at the usual hour, washed and dressed as though nothing unusual was the matter, eating heartily.  He called for dinner at ten o’clock sharp.  In speaking of his approaching death he declared his innocence, and said if he had to die he wanted them to sing and pray with him and start him off straight to heaven.  He was shaved at 1:30 o’clock by his pastor, Rev. William Sellers.  When asked if he wanted anything he said no; he supposed we would keep him in cigars, having a cigar in his mouth at the time.  When Mr. Sellers complained of the intense heat he said he thought Sellers the worst frightened man of the two.  He asked for water, which was given him.  Here he remarked to the jailer that he reckoned he would not have to chain him (Redding) up tonight.  He asked the barber to rub his head and give him a good job.  He weighed 175 pounds, height 5 feet 9 1/2 inches.  He was a dark colored mulatto of an exceedingly intelligent appearance.  When prepared for the gallows his pastor remarked that he was fixing for Sunday.  He answered yes, and he hoped he was going where Sabbaths had no end.
At ten minutes to 2 the shackles were broken from his limbs.  He was laughing during the time.  At 2 o’clock he asked Jailer McCammon to bring in his baby boy, as he wished to nurse it awhile before he left this world.  At five minutes after 2 o’clock the jailer tied  his arms behind him.  Sheriff Karr read the death warrant, Redding looking straight at Karr during the entire reading.  At the close he said the deputy sheriff was rather excited, and didn’t read well.  When passing downstairs he bade Mrs. McCammon and the boys in jail goodbye and ascended the scaffold at 2:34.  He shook hands with the ministers and stepped on the trap at 2:35.  The jailer placed the rope around his neck and the sheriff placed the black cap on the prisoner and then swung him off.  He was cut down in twenty-three minutes, the cap removed and he was pronounced dead.

Tuesday, 19 Sep 1882:
Sunday afternoon Dennis Looney, a young man and night watchman at the New York Store, died of congestive chill.  He had been sick but a short time.  He was a member of the Ancient Order of Hibernians under whose auspices he was buried yesterday.  Harry Walker’s Comique band headed the funeral procession to the train and at the cemetery.


Thursday 21 Sep 1882:
A dispatch received here by Mr. E. A. Buder from Paducah, yesterday, states that Mr. W. H. Axe died in the latter city yesterday morning, and made inquiries of his standing in the Order of the Knights of Honor.  Mr. Axe was in this city but a week or two ago making a tour for his health, he said.  He was engaged in a watch and jewelry business at Hot Springs and had been closely attending to business for some months, which caused serious indisposition.  During his residence here he was in the employ of Mr. E. A. Buder, watch and jewelry manufacturer, was considered a good workman, was a very social gentleman and made many friends in Cairo society.  He was a bachelor about forty-three years old at the time of his death, and has relatives living in Louisville and Philadelphia.  He was Vice Grand of I. O. O. F., at Hot Springs and his remains will probably be taken in charge by that order, but where they will be interred is undecided.

Friday, 22 Sep 1882:
Paducah News September 20th

This morning at 6 o’clock, at the restaurant of Messrs. Boyd and Wash, on North Market Street, Mr. William H. Axe died after a few days illness from fever.  The deceased was a native of Philadelphia, where he was born in 1836 and where he learned the trade of jewelry smith and watchmaker.  In 1858 he went West and settled in Evansville, Paducah, Cairo and Hot Springs, and but a few days since returned to this place from Hot Springs, having been offered a good situation here with one of our jewelry houses.  When Mr. Axe resided here he worked for Mr. Jake H. Miller on Broadway near Market, and by his reliable, social and generous character made many friends, who will long remember him.  The deceased was ill when he reached here, but until last week he was not confined to his bed.  He gradually grew worse, however, and died as stated above, surrounded by several friends who held him in high esteem.  Deputy Sheriff John P. Zelner, who was a schoolmate of the deceased, and who today was appointed administrator of his estate, says he thinks Mr. Axe had but two living close relatives, a brother and a sister, who probably live in Pennsylvania.  In looking over his effects today Mr. Zelner learned that Mr. Axe was a member in good standing of Garland Lodge of Odd Fellows of Hot Springs, Ark., and was also a vestryman of the Episcopal Church at that place at the time of his removal.  The deceased was known to have once been a Mason and a Knight of Honor.  This morning his remains were placed in the Episcopal church, and will be buried therefrom tomorrow morning at 9:30 o’clock, with the Odd Fellows as a guard of honor.  Rev. Mr. Rodgers will conduct the services and the interment will be at Oak Grove Cemetery.  All friends are invited.

Saturday, 23 Sep 1882:
A negro named David Davis was found dead in his doorway of his hut near the Mississippi Levee yesterday morning.  He had evidently fallen dead.  A coroner’s inquest was held, but no positive evidence of the cause of death was found.  He had been an old citizen here.

Thursday, 28 Sep 1882:
A cabin boy or texas tender on board of the Golden Crown died last evening, just as the boat came in sight of the city.  Capt. Shinkle, through the kindness of Capt. W. P. Wright, who is freight agent here for the Big O line, succeeded in getting a burial permit for the body.

Friday, 29 Sep 1882:
A negro named Walker, who claims to have killed another negro in this city about ten years ago and to have been sent to the penitentiary for life therefore and pardoned a short time ago by the governor, because he was afflicted incurably with consumption, applied to the city authorities for aid yesterday.  He is, indeed, in a bad plight and has, perhaps, not much longer to live.  He will probably become a burden to the county or city during the remainder of his life.

(Charley Walker was convicted of the killing of George Taylor on 2 Oct 1871, in Cairo.—Darrel Dexter)
Sunday, 1 Oct 1882:

Died yesterday at 9 o’clock a.m., Emma Carlina, daughter of Jacob and Carlina Klein, age one year and eight months.  The funeral cortege will leave parents’ residence at 1 p.m. tomorrow (Monday), October 2d, for St. Joseph’s Church, where the service will be held at 2:30 p.m.  A special train will leave at 2:30 p.m. for the cemetery at Villa Ridge.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.

(Jacob Klein married Caroline Haller on 5 Oct 1875, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Calvary Cemetery in Villa Ridge reads Emma C. Klein Daughter 1881-1884.—Darrel Dexter)
Wednesday, 4 Oct 1883:
Mr. Walter E. Edson, died Monday afternoon, at his residence at Kirkwood near St. Louis.  He had been sick for several months, afflicted with an ailment of the stomach.  For a week or so he was seriously sick and hope of his recovery had been banished.  He was once a prominent citizen of this and Pulaski counties, and had, at the time of his death, large real estate and business interest in Pulaski County, at Villa Ridge, where his brother, W. B. Edson, now resides.  His remains will be brought down to Villa Ridge this afternoon for interment.  The Cairo friends of the family who wish to attend the last rites may go up on the special train referred to elsewhere.

A special car will leave the foot of 8th street at 2 p.m. today—for the accommodation of the friends of the late W. S. Edson.

Mrs. George Steadtler, Tuesday morning at 6 o’clock, of malarial fever.  A special train will leave the foot of 8th Street at 2 p.m. this evening for Beech Grove Cemetery.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are respectfully invited to attend.

Friday, 6 Oct 1882:
The old German named Floto, who arrived on the steamer Gus Fowler Wednesday afternoon in a dangerously sick condition, died yesterday morning early at his home in Mrs. Eagan’s house, on Commercial Avenue, near Fourteenth Street.  He was buried, at the expense of the county, at the Seven Mile graveyard.  He was employed of late in perfecting a patent extension table, with a model of which he went to Cincinnati to enter it at the exposition there.  He and his wife (who constitutes the family) were in destitute circumstances, as he applied much of his time in perfecting his patent and trying to bring it to the notice of the proper department at Washington.
It was George Stedtler’s wife, not his child, that was buried Wednesday and he lives at East Cairo, not at “the point.”  He lost a little boy by drowning some time ago and his family is reduced now to himself and a grown son.
Rev. B. Y. George delivered the funeral oration over the remains of Mr. W. S. Edson at Villa Ridge on Wednesday.  The remains were in charge of the Villa Ridge Masons, of which organization deceased had been a member.
Tuesday, 10 Oct 1882:
Last night about ten o’clock whilst the Arkansas City was lying at the lower wharfboat, a negro, by the name of Tom Jasper, said to be a most worthless thief, was caught in the act of stealing in the deck room of the boat by Mr. Chris Langtrim, the watchman.  The negro stabbed the watchman in the left breast just above the heart, and Dr. Parker who was called to attend Mr. Langtrim pronounced the wound very dangerous and likely fatal.  Mr. Langtrim was so prostrated from the effect of the wound that no intelligence could be obtained from him in regard to the stabbing.

Shortly after 9 o’clock last night a negro named Tom Jasper stabbed the night watchman on the Anchor line steamer Arkansas City, named Chris Langtrim.

The affair occurred on the deck of the boat.  Jasper had gone aboard of the boat and was wandering aimlessly around on the deck among the freight.  The watchman, fearing that the negro was there with an evil purpose, ordered him off.  The negro refused to go, some angry words passed, and before the watchman could prevent, the negro drew a pocketknife and stabbed him in the left side, directly under the heart.  The alarm was given; Jasper immediately left the boat, but was seen by the mate who drew his pistol and snapped it several times at the negro, but it went off only once, and the ball struck the negro’s wrist, shattering it badly.

The wounded watchman, now unconscious and bleeding profusely, was at once conveyed to the barber shop on the boat and there stretched out upon a mattress on the floor.  Dr. Parker was summoned, who responded promptly and gave him all necessary surgical and medical attention.  He expressed it as his opinion that the man’s recovery was extremely doubtful.  The wound was evidently made by a large knife blade.  It was about an inch long, directly under the heart, and its effect more or less certainly fatal as the blade went upward toward the heart and downwards.  And about this there was some uncertainty.

He regained consciousness about 10:30 o’clock last night and was able to talk, and could bear being removed to the marine hospital station, where he will receive good care.  He gave evidence of sufficient vitality to lead Dr. Parker to believe that there was a chance for recovery.  He is a German, about 35 years old, of spare build, and was said by the officers of the boat to have been a good man in his place.  He is a resident of St. Louis, where he has a wife and two children living.

The negro, after leaving the boat, walked leisurely up the levee and after making a circuitous route, disappeared.  Officers McTigue and Hogan made a diligent search for him and after about a half a hour the former found him crouched behind a boiler lying near the top of the levee at Sixth Street.  The officer leveled his weapon at home and ordered him to throw up his hands, which he did without a word, and surrendered.  On his way to jail he expressed his regret that he hadn’t “fixed the __ __ ____ quite;” and being told by the officer that perhaps he had “fixed him quite” and that the man was probably dead, the bloody-minded wretch expressed satisfaction saying:  “Well, if that’s the case I’ll rest easy tonight.”  Jasper is known to the officers and courts of this city as a very hard character and last night general regret was expressed that the mate hadn’t done better work with his pistol.  He will be examined as soon as his victim either dies or is sufficiently recovered to appear against him.”

DIED—In this city, Mrs. Rosena Lehning, beloved wife of Jacob Lehning, after a lingering illness of consumption, aged 55 years, 2 months, and 8 days, leaving a family, besides husband, of two grown sons and two daughters.  Funeral services at house of Rev. B. Y. George Tuesday afternoon, Oct. 10th.  Special funeral train will leave Fourth Street and Levee at 2 o’clock p.m.  Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Rocene wife of Jacob Lehning died Oct. __ 1882, Aged 52 Yrs., 2 Mos., 6 Dys.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 11 Oct 1882:
The funeral of Mrs. Lehning took place yesterday afternoon.  It was well attended by friends of the family.  Rev. B. Y. George officiated.
Wickliffe Tribune:  “We learn that a man by the name of Watson shot a young woman named Fanny—a woman of bad repute, living near Fort Jefferson.  The ball entered her side and lodged in the abdomen, from the effects of which she died Friday morning.  We learn that an inquest was held, but the verdict has not been sent in for publication.”
A Mr. Armstrong, who, about a year ago, removed from this city to a farm about two miles this side of Paducah, was out in the neighboring woods hunting Saturday and accidentally shot himself and died a few minutes afterwards.  A little boy who was with him gave the alarm.  Armstrong leaves a wife and several children, it is said.

Thursday, 12 Oct 1882:
An accident occurred to a passenger train on the L. and N. railroad on Monday night about half past 9 o’clock near Ashley, not far from Belleville.  The train which left East St. Louis at 7:30 o’clock on Monday evening ran into a drove of cattle and by which the train was ditched.  The fireman, named Joseph Boswell, in attempting to jump from the engine, was precipitated beneath the locomotive as it turned over on its side and was crushed to death.  The cars were badly wrecked and several of the passengers more or less cut and bruised.  One of them had one of his legs so badly crushed that it had to be amputated Tuesday.  Eight of the cattle were killed and it is stated that the only wonder is that there was not a greater loss of life.
The man Chris Langtrim, who was stabbed on the steamer Arkansas City Monday, was much improved yesterday and will very likely recover.

To the many citizens and ladies’ of this city who assisted us during the late illness of my beloved wife Rosena Lehning and especially to Mrs. Nat Prouty who was very kind in lending us a helping hand during her illness we return our sincere thanks.
Jacob Lehning and Family

Sunday, 15 Oct 1882:
Mrs. Sayers, mother of the foreman of The Bulletin newsroom, died early yesterday morning after a long illness. Her remains were taken to Blandville yesterday afternoon for interment.  She leaves only three children to mourn her loss, her husband having died only about a year ago.  Of the children, “Jack” is the only boy and next to the oldest, and upon him his sisters will now depend for support, as they and their mother had done since the father’s death.  But Jack will doubtless be equal to the task.  He is a brave boy, has been connected with The Bulletin office for a number of years, starting as “devil” and now holding a very responsible position.  He and his sisters are deserving of all sympathy in their great loss.

Yesterday afternoon, while Mr. Alex Frazier was engaged at his blacksmith’s furnace on Commercial Avenue, he was suddenly strick with paralysis in the left side, which caused him to fall to the floor, apparently dead.  He was conveyed home as soon as possible, where, under the ministrations of Dr. C. W. Dunning, he soon recovered consciousness.  His entire left side was helpless and there was great danger of speedy death.  But this pulse, which at first was very low, below thirty five, gradually rose and hope of life at least was correspondingly strengthened.  Last night he was not much improved.  He was visited by many friends until late in the night.  This whole community will sympathize deeply with the sorely afflicted family.

At a quarter after five o’clock Friday afternoon John A. Cockerill, managing editor of the Post-Dispatch, shot and killed Col. Alonzo W. Slayback of the law firm of Broadhead, Slayback & Haeussler, the scene of the homicide being the editorial rooms in the second-story of the Post-Dispatch building on the north side of Market Street between Fifth and Sixth, St. Louis.

The cause of trouble was an article which appeared in the Post-Dispatch Friday afternoon, which was called forth by a speech made by Col. Slayback at a political gathering the day before, in which the Post-Dispatch and its editor were denounced.

After reading the assault on him in the Post-Dispatch while in Mr. Clopton’s office, Col. Slayback became indignant and requested Mr. Clopton to accompany him to the office.  As Mr. Clopton had business with the publishing house next door, he assented.  The two gentlemen entered the office, Slayback leading the way.  He said to Mr. Clopton that an apology for the injury done him would not make amends—he would first slap the writer’s face and demand an apology afterwards.  He did not intend, however, to carry his hostilities beyond the blow of his hand.

Col. Slayback and his companion found the door of the local room adjoining the editorial room was open and through this he passed, followed by Mr. Clopton.  It was after business hours and the reporters engaged on the paper had all left the building.  Mr. Henry M. Moore, the city editor, who was the only occupant of the room, was seated at his desk in the far corner writing.

He looked up as Col. Slayback entered and almost immediately turned to his desk again.

There was but the distance of a few feet to pass between the outer door and the inner entrance, and both gentleman went into the editorial room.

Mr. Cockerill was at his desk.  With him in consultation were Mr. John McGuffin, the business manager, and Victor Cole, the foreman of the company room.

Col. Slayback as he entered was in two minutes of his death, for the scene which followed, until he lay prone on the floor shot through the heart, did not take more than that long in the acting.

As he entered all three men looked up, and Mr. Cockerill, who had the immense advantage of being cool faced him.  At his side on the desk lay a pistol.

“You are here are you?” was the exclamation, which the city editor heard in the adjoining room.  “Is that pistol for me?” Maguffin reports Col. Slayback to have said as he pointed the weapon, which lay on the editor’s desk.

“It is for you, if you came for it,” replied Mr. Cockerill.  Then followed the shooting, almost immediately.  Col. Slayback referred to the editorial and drew a pistol.

Maguffin stepped quickly forward and grasped the weapon as he raised it, his hand being between the hammer and the cartridge, so that the hammer fell on the flesh instead of the percussion cap of the cartridge.

Before Col. Slayback could disengage himself, Mr. Cockerill walked forward, then raised the weapon, which he had grasped from the table, and fired at close quarters.  The well-directed bullet entered Col. Slayback’s left side.  He stood erect a moment, then advanced on Cockerill and there was a short struggle taken part in by Col. Slayback, MaGuffin, Cockerill and Clopton.

McGuffin wrenched the pistol from Col. Slayback’s hand.  As soon as he had gained possession of it, Mr. Clopton who had been struggling with Cockerill, endeavored to take the latter’s revolver. 
Before he could do it, even if he had such an intention, or even if he tried at all, McGuffin placed a cocked revolver close to his body and told him to drop his weapon.  He did drop it, and McGuffin afterwards forced him to leave the room under the revolver.

Col. Slayback’s strength lasted only a moment.  Then his wound told and he staggered.  Mr. Clopton caught him in his arms and eased him down on the floor where he died.

McGuffin retained possession of Col. Slayback’s weapon.  At least the fact that no revolver could be found was so accounted for.

When Col. Slayback fell; Cockerill bent over him and wiped away the blood oozing from his lips with his handkerchief.  When the crowd attracted by the shot commenced to collect, he rose and left the room and the office in company with McGuffin, going in a carriage to the telegraph office, it is said, and informing Pulitzer of that had happened.

Tuesday, 17 Oct 1882:
President Clark, of the Singer Sewing Machine Company, died at New York City yesterday morning, and in respect to his memory the works of the company here were not in operation.

Since the announcement of Mr. Alex. Frazer was strick with paralysis Saturday about noon, his condition and the sad affliction of his family have been subject of conversation and regret by nearly the entire community, and the announcement of his death about half past twelve o’clock yesterday was received with general expression of sympathy.

Mr. Fraser lay in a state of semi-consciousness from the time he was stricken until the last moment.  For several hours after he had been taken home he could answer questions asked but gradually he lost the power of speech and could neither eat nor move any portion of the left side of his entire body.  He seemed to be in constant agony.  He would strike out violently with his right limbs and deep groans proved that he was in great pain.  It was with difficulty that several doses of medicine were administered to him.  He would still occasionally give signs of recognition to members of his family and friends who were constantly gathered around him, but the fatal termination of his affliction seemed certain from beginning.

In the death of Mr. Frazier, his family loses a kind husband and father and the community an exemplary, industrious citizen, and a mechanic of unusual ability.  Mr. Fraser has been a citizen of Cairo almost since the war, coming here from Mound City and going into the sheet iron and coppersmith business with Captain J. B. Fulton, his brother-in-law, who recently came to a tragic death at the Anna Insane Asylum.  The firm erected the brick business in at the corner of Twelfth Street and Ohio Levee and did businesses for several years.  At the end of this time, Mr. Frazier engaged in the sheet iron and copper business for himself on Commercial Avenue, and has been there ever since.  He understood his trade thoroughly and was probably the hardest worker in the city.  It was overwork and overheating which contributed principally to his sudden attack and demise.  He was lifting a heavy piece of metal which he was bronzing at the forge; he had lifted it twice, and at the third attempt he fell, strick with paralysis.

Mr. Frazier was in the fifty-fourth year of his age, having been born in Michigan on the 19th day of January 1829.

He was married at Madison, Indiana, to Miss Elizabeth L. Morris, a sister of William J. Morris of Stonefort, Illinois.  His wife and four children, Llewellyn, George, William, and Alexander, survive him, and one son Charlie, was drowned here a few years ago.

He was a member of the Odd Fellows, Knights of the Golden Rule and of the new organization, American Legion of Honor.  In the last two organizations he held policies on his life.  His remains will be taken charge of by the Odd Fellows and will be interred tomorrow.

(His name is spelled Fraser, Frazer, and Frazier in the obituary.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 18 Oct 1882:

The members of the Alexander Lodge No. 224 I. O. O. F. will meet at their hall at 12 o’clock sharp today for the purpose of attending the funeral of Bro. A. Fraser.  Services will be held at his late residence by Rev. F. P. Davenport, at 1 o’clock.  Special funeral train will leave foot of 14th St., at 2 p.m.  By order of committee.
H. C. Loflin, Sec’y.

Thursday, 19 Oct 1882:
The trial of Bob Ford for killing Wood Hite commenced at Plattsburg, Mo., yesterday.
A special train of three coaches took the remains of the late Alexander Fraser, and relatives and friends, to Beech Grove yesterday afternoon, and there the last sad rites were impressively performed over the remains by Rector F. P. Davenport.  Services had previously been held at the residence of the deceased’s family, where the Odd Fellows and other organizations of which Mr. Fraser has been a member, together with a large number of other friends of the family gathered.  The procession was one of the largest that occurred here for some time back.  The train returned about four o’clock. 

Friday, 20 Oct 1882:
Little Willie Rose, son of Mrs. F. Rose, on Seventh Street, died Wednesday night after an illness of several weeks in duration.  His remains will be interred at Villa Ridge today.

(Frederick Rose married Fredricka Schutze on 23 Feb 1868, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Willie Rose Born Feb. 28, 1871, Died Oct. 18, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
A charge of murder in the second degree was preferred in court of criminal correction Wednesday against John A. Cockerill and his bond fixed at $10,000.  Bail was immediately furnished by his friends and he was released.  The case is set for the 2nd of November.
The coffin to contain the remains of Miss Fanny Parnell is made of iron, and is covered with cardinal plush, the sides being draped with gold bullion fringe.  Two bars of gold, of the length of the casket form extension handles on either side.  At the head and foot there are two massive handles.  The lining of the coffin is of rose colored plush, the plate, which is of gold, and which was made by Tiffany bears the inscription, “Fanny Parnell, died July 20, 1882.”  The letters are raised on a ground of shamrocks, with an Irish harp in each corner.  The coffin was to be sent to Philadelphia Sunday morning and from there to Bordentown, from which place, after receiving the remains of Miss Parnell, it will be sent again to Philadelphia.  There by body will be viewed by the different Land League societies of that city.  From Philadelphia it will be taken by way of New York to Boston, from which place it will be shipped to Ireland.
Tuesday, 31 Oct 1882:

A letter received here yesterday by the family of Mr. G. M. Alden from Mr. W. L. Alden, of Ashley, states that early Sunday morning Thomas Alden, son of the latter, was killed on a railroad at a little station called Neveay, a few miles west of Nashville, Ill.  Thomas was brakeman on the train—a freight train—and while running along on the top of the cars to set the brakes, he missed his footing and fell down between the cars and under the wheels which broke his back and cut off one of his legs, killing him almost instantly.  Thomas was about twenty years old and a promising young man.  He was known to many Cairoites who will regret his awful taking off.

Mrs. Catherine Bribach died at her residence on Walnut Street, Sunday morning, near 1 o’clock.  She had been sick for a long time, part of the time with a paralysis when her life was much despaired of.  She was about 47 years old, had lived here for many years and was very generally and favorably known.  She had been sinking steadily for several days, but it was only Sunday that the end was perceived to be approaching.

The funeral took place yesterday afternoon at 2 o’clock, services being held at the residence and the German Lutheran church by Rev. Schuchardt, pastor of the church.  The remains were interred at Villa Ridge, to where they were followed by a large number of friends.

Deceased leaves two daughters aged respectively fourteen and sixteen years, who are the only survivors of the family and are very intelligent and promising young girls.  In a pecuniary way they are well provided for, deceased having left them some good property which had been accumulated principally by her husband who was an energetic and popular businessman.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Catherine Hink Bribach 1836-1882.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 2 Nov 1882:
The Knights of the Golden Rule have paid to Mrs. Torry the $1,000 due on benefits for membership on her late husband, and have also paid another installment on the claim of the widow of Mr. James Biggs.

Friday, 3 Nov 1882:

Yesterday morning at 1:30 o’clock Mr. John Gash died at Delivan, Ills., in the central part of the state.  he had been suffering for a long time with symptoms of consumption, but it was only lately that any apprehension was felt.  Mrs. Gash, his mother, has been attending him for several weeks and last Monday Mrs. Charles Baughman, his sister, was also called to his bedside.

Mr. Gash was yet a young man, but twenty-three years of age.  He was well educated, very sociable, and very popular here.  His untimely death will therefore be very generally regretted in this community.

He was a member of the order of Knights of Honor of this city, and were his remains brought here, that organization would probably take formal charge of them.  But the funeral will take place at Delivan today, the remains to be interred in the cemetery of that city.

(Charles E. Baughman married Jennie L. Gash on 23 Mar 1882, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 4 Nov 1882:
The readers of The Bulletin will remember the murder of a man named Henderson, in Ballard County, by another named J. W. Parker, some time ago.  A dispatch from New Orleans under date of October 26th, says:  “J. W. Parker, the man who shot and killed Henderson, at Wickliffe, Ky., in March last, was arrested at Orange, Texas, on the 24th inst., while being conducted from that place to Kentucky under the charge of Sheriff P. H. Gupton, of Ballard County, Ky., and a guard named Johnson, successfully hoodwinked them both, and upon a pretext that he wanted a private conversation with his wife, who was on the train, took advantage of a slackening of speed and leaped off, two miles west of Scott’s Station, at 8 o’clock yesterday morning, and has not been re-captured.  The fact that Parker’s crime was committed in self-defense and that his family are highly respectable people becoming known among the passengers, the excited condition of the Kentucky sheriff was the cause of much merriment.
Wednesday, 8 Nov 1882:
Tom Adams, second mate of the Commonwealth, killed  negro roustabout at Vicksburg on her up trip.  The mate surrendered himself to the authorities and was released under a bond of $2,000.  From the report as published in the Republican of the 7th inst., the mate was perfectly justifiable.
Charles E. Slayback, brother of the St. Louis lawyer recently killed, in conversation with a well-known theatrical manager recently said that he could not harbor feelings of revenge against Colonel Cockerill and that his brother’s hasty conduct was to blame for the misfortune.
Philip Matthews, a youth of 21, has been found guilty, at Belleville, Ill., of the murder of his sweetheart, Annie Geyer, and sentenced to be hanged.

Friday, 10 Nov 1882:
Mr. William Alba Shot and Killed.

The public was startled about noon yesterday by the report that Mr. William Alba, one of our old and highly respected citizens, had committed suicide by shooting himself through the head.  A general rush was made for Mr. Alba’s residence, on Seventh Street, near Washington Avenue, and there the report was confirmed by the grief-stricken family.  The story of the deed is briefly told.  Mr. Alba had been confined to his bed since Tuesday night, suffering with pain in the head and fever, to which he had been subject periodically for a number of years.  Mrs. Alba had been waiting upon him diligently.  At noon yesterday she carried him a plate of soup and found him in his usual state when he was thus prostrated.  He had his hand to his head and when asked how he felt, said that he had a fearful pain and fever in his head.  Mrs. Alba left him lying in bed and went downstairs to prepare the table for the rest of the family.  Shortly after, perhaps half an hour after Mrs. Alba had left her husband, one of the daughters heard a noise upstairs as though a raised window had fallen and called Mrs. Alba’s attention to it, who immediately went upstairs again and found her husband lying upon the floor in what seemed to be a fit.  She gave the alarm and was soon joined by the rest of the family and several neighbors, who were horrified to find, upon examination, that Mr. Alba, having now ceased his struggle, was dead, and that blood was flowing from a ghastly wound just behind the right ear.  A pistol, a four-shooter of the Smith make, which was lying on the floor near by the corpse, gave further explanation of the cause of death, and the shockingly swollen and discolored appearance of the left eye told where the death dealing lead had probably lodged.

When Mrs. Alba entered the room just after the report had been heard, her husband was lying upon the floor, on his left side, with a pillow from his bed under his head.  The pistol with which he had destroyed himself was usually kept in a drawer in an adjoining room.  It would seem, therefore, that soon after Mrs. Alba left him the first time, Mr. Alba rose from his bed, went after the weapon, took a pillow from his bed and laid it on the floor, and then lying down upon it on his left side, placed the pistol behind his right ear and fired.  These circumstances point to deliberation, but it is known that Mr. Alba was not one who would, when in his right mind, deliberately plan and execute so rash a deed.  There are other circumstances, which point to an entirely different conclusion, which prove almost conclusively that the deed was perpetrated in a moment of mental aberration.  About six years ago Mr. Alba was prostrated by sunstroke and he suffered long and severely before he was again able to be about, and he never did recover entirely.  Since then he has been suffering almost continuously with a severe pain in his head, and periodical attacks of dizziness, during which he would be entirely helpless.  These attacks would come upon him almost daily and nightly, under all circumstances, and without the least warning.  Often, when in his shop, engaged in shaving a customer, he would suddenly drop the razor and grasp frantically at the furniture for support, or fall prostrate to the floor.  These attacks and their immediate effects would generally last for several hours, when he would be able to be about again.  During the five or six years that Mr. Alba had been afflicted in this way, he consulted many prominent physicians and was almost constantly under medical treatment, but without avail.  While under the influence of these attacks, and some time afterwards, his mind would be wandering, he would apparently be in a state of semi consciousness.  His prostration since Tuesday was due to another of these attacks, which had been severer than usual and more protracted in its effect.  He was convalescent, however and would probably have been in his usual state of mind by today or tomorrow, but for his fearful ending.

Mr. Alba was about 46 years old.  He was born in Germany and came to this country in 1851 or ‘52 accompanied by his father and mother.  He went to New Orleans thence to St. Louis and came to this city in 1861.  He followed the barber’s trade ever since his residence here; he labored diligently, rose steadily in the estimation of the public, which patronized him liberally, and was, at the time of his sad death, one of the most prosperous men in his line of business in the city, having a perfect palace of a tonsorial establishment and owning some property in various parts of the city—all the result of his industry and frugality.  He was of a social disposition, was on the best of terms with everyone who knew him, and was a member of three or four of our secret and other organizations, notably the Odd Fellows, Masonic Lodge and Rough and Ready Fire Company.  He held life insurance policies in two or three of the secret organizations.  He leaves a wife, three daughters and one son, to whom he was an exemplary husband and father.  The oldest of his children, a daughter, who is in St. Louis, is nineteen or twenty years old, the youngest, twelve or thirteen.  Mr. Conrad Alba is deceased’s brother and Mrs. Jacob Klee his half-sister.

Mr. Alba’s remains will be taken in charge by the secret organization which he belonged and will be interred tomorrow.

Saturday, 11 Nov 1882:
From the Syracuse Courier:  “The funeral of the late John Cummings took place from his residence, No. 145 Clinton Street, on Tuesday morning.  The services were held at St. Mary’s Church, where a solemn high mass was celebrated and an elegant sermon delivered by Rev. Father O’Brien.  The employees of the D. L. & R. R. shops attended in a body.”  Mr. Cummings was formerly a resident of this city, was on the police some 8 or 10 years, has many friends here to whom this will be an item of news.
The funeral of the late William Alba, will take place today about one o’clock p.m.  Members of the several organizations to which he belonged will gather at their respective places of meeting and will proceed from thence in bodies to the residence of deceased, on the north side of Seventh Street, near Washington Avenue, from whence together with such friends as may gather there, will proceed to the special train at Eighth Street, which will leave about 1:30 o’clock for Villa Ridge, where the last funeral rites will be performed according to the rules of Odd Fellowship.

The funeral of William Alba will take place from his late residence on 7th St. this (Saturday) afternoon at half-past one, conducted by Alexander Lodge I. O. O. F.  A special train will leave foot of Sixth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa Ridge.  Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.

Sunday, 12 Nov 1882:
The funeral of the late William Alba, yesterday afternoon, was one of the largest that has ever taken place in this community.  The four organizations to which he belonged, the Masons, Odd Fellows, Knights of the Golden Rule, and the Rough and Ready Fire Company, each turned out in a body and met at the residence of deceased.  From the residence headed by the Cairo City Cornet Band, and followed by a large number of citizens, the several orders accompanied the remains of their late comrade to the Illinois Central train, which stood at the foot of Sixth Street.  The mournful notes of the funeral march played by the band attracted people from afar, who gathered in close crowds at street corners along the line of march.  Three coaches had been provided for those who might wish to accompany the remains to Villa Ridge, but it was found necessary to procure a fourth and they were all filled.  The band also went along to the burying ground and there assisted in the last funeral rites.

            (A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  William Alba Born in Grosenbusic, Hesse Darmstadt, Died Nov. 9, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 14 Nov 1882:
Rev. B. Y. George was called to Mound City, yesterday, to conduct the funeral service over the remains of the little son of Mr. and Mrs. William Patterson, of that place, who died Saturday evening.

Wednesday, 15 Nov 1882:

The family of the late William Alba returns their sincere thanks to the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, the Masonic Fraternity, the Rough and Ready Fire Company, the Knight of the Golden Rule, and to citizens generally, for kind sympathy and assistance in their recent, great bereavement.  They desire also to thank Professor Storer’s cornet band for their kindness.
Conrad Alba.
Resolutions Passed by Cairo Lodge No. 237 A. F. & A. M.

Whereas, It has pleased the Grand Master of the universes to call from our midst Brother William Alba, be it therefore

Resolved, That the vacancy thus created in our lodge reminds us constantly of one whose memory we shall ever cherish as an upright Mason, brother and friend.

Resolved, That in the death of Brother Alba the community has lost a most valuable citizen, the lodge a consistent member and his family a kind and indulgent husband and father.

Resolved That we tender to the widow and children of our deceased brother our heartfelt sympathy in this their hour of affliction, and recommend them to the kind care of Him who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be presented to the family of our deceased brother, and that a page on our records be dedicated sacred to his memory.
John Antrim,
P. G. Schuh
Wood Rittenhouse, Committee

Thursday, 16 Nov 1882:
The coroner’s jury of Ashland, Ky., inquiring into the cause of the death of Col. Reppert and others, killed during the transfer of Neal and Craft from Catllettsburg to Lexington, Ky., have rendered a verdict finding that the deceased were killed by bullets fired from the guns of the state militia on the steamer Granite State, guarding the prisoners Neal and Craft and that said firing was not done in the line of their duty, and further, the jury hold Maj. Allen, commander of the troops, culpable for ordering and permitting the fire.

Friday, 17 Nov 1882:
Wednesday, a family consisting of husband, wife and two children came down here on the steamer John B. Maude, and was put off on one of the wharfboats.  The family had gotten aboard at St. Louis and were bound for a point a few miles from Grand Tower.  The husband was a fisherman by occupation, named George W. Martin.  On the way down from St. Louis he got very sick and when the boat reached the point of his destination, he was in too bad a condition to be put off without medical attention, which was not to be had there, and the family was brought here and left on the wharfboat, where they were made as comfortable as possible by those in charge.  Yesterday morning when the woman awoke she found her husband dead, he having died during the night without the knowledge of anyone.  Yesterday one of the children which is quite young, was also very sick and it was thought would also pass away during last night.  The husband’s ailment was of a malarial character, contracted somewhere in the swamps up the river some distance.  The officers of the wharfboat notified the county overseer of the poor of the death of the man and he took the corpse in charge and buried it at the county’s expense.  The widow and orphans, who are all in a wretched condition as to food and raiment, were taken up in the office of the wharfboat and a collection was taken up by some one of the kind officials there, which judiciously used, relived the pressing want of the sufferers.  The remnant of the family will be sent by their new benefactors to their home near Grand Tower by the first boat.
Atlanta Ga., Nov. 12, 1882

I am indebted to some friend in your city for a copy of your paper of November 3rd, containing a notice of the death of Mr. John W. Gash.  The mail of the previous day had brought a postal from his sister informing me of the sad, though not unexpected occurrence—and I feel that I want through your columns to pay a slight tribute to the memory of him, of whom it can truly be said, “none knew him but to love him.”  Early last spring he came to our city hoping that our delightful climate might restore his failing health.  He arrived here a total stranger and I was the first man in the city to form his acquaintance.  He brought letters of introduction from my friends in Cairo, who recommended him in the very highest terms—and in a few minutes we felt as though we had known each other for years.  But for John Gash it was not necessary to have such letters.  His honest face and pleasant manners were enough to make him friends wherever he went.  It was my pleasure to introduce him to many of the leading business men of Atlanta and from the first he received a hearty welcome and soon felt that he was not among strangers.  He was, as you know, an active, thorough, going businessman and could not bear to be idle.  He informed me that “hardware” was his business and if possible he desired to work at that.  Unfortunately he came too late for the spring trade and none of our hardware merchants needed additional help.  This did not discourage him and he sought for other employment.  During the past seven months he spent here, he worked with several different houses and was brought in contact with all classes of citizens and never in my life have I known such a modest unassuming young man make so many friends.  He was always cheerful and had a pleasant word for everyone.  At his boarding house he was loved by all as one of the family and so it was on the street and in the store.  Up to within a month before he left us, his health steadily improved and he spoke cheerfully of his future prospects and often told me his plans.  His greatest desire seemed to be to live, on his mother’s account—and right here let me say that no mother ever had a more devoted or worthy son that did that mother whom John Gash loved with such tender devotion and of whom he so often spoke.  The news of his death cast a shade of sorrow over the brow of very many of Atlanta’s best citizens who had known and loved him—and many were the kind words of sympathy that fell from their lips.—But sad as our hearts are and much as we feel the loss of our dear friends, we rejoiced when we read “he was ready and perfectly willing to go.”  And while a host of loving hearts in this far away southern city mingle their tears with those of the fond mother and devoted sister—we look through our tears to that bright “beyond” when we hope one day to meet our departed friend.
J. F. B.
Sunday, 19 Nov 1882:

Last evening, at 5 o’clock, Miss Mary Ann McEwen, died at the home of her parents on Fifteenth Street back of Cedar Street.  She was twenty-two years, eighteen days old, and was the third oldest daughter of John and Henrietta McEwen.  Funeral services will be held at the Church of the Redeemer tomorrow (Monday) afternoon, at 1 o’clock, and the funeral train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at 2 o’clock for Beech Grove, where the remains of deceased will be interred.

Miss McEwen’s death is an exceptionally sad one, because of her youth and the promise she gave of a future bright, happy and useful life.  She was a very intelligent young lady, gained a thorough education in our public schools, and had, through her persistent application to study, qualified herself for the position of teacher in the very institution where she had for several years been scholar.  Her room was one of the largest, in respect to the number of scholars, in the Cairo schools, and it was one of the best conducted.  Her little scholars all loved and respected her and she was a favorite with all others who knew her, at home or in society.  Her untimely death will be generally regretted in this community and her relatives will have the sympathy of all.

Wednesday, 22 Nov 1882:

Died, at her home yesterday at 12:30 o’clock, Mrs. Mat Cullinan.  Funeral will take place this afternoon.  Services will be held at St. Joseph’s Church at 1 o’clock, and special train will leave foot of Fourteenth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa Ridge.  Mrs. Cullinan was an exemplary young woman, but recently married.  A young child, husband, three half sisters and two half brothers survive to mourn her loss.
Sunday, 26 Nov 1882:

Yesterday a Chinamen came ashore from one of the steamers at the wharf and wandered about for some time until he was “picked up” by one of the “Frosty Twenty,” who took him to The Halliday and introduced him to “the gang” and others as the advance agent of the “My Partner” company which is to be here next Tuesday.

He was dressed in the usual style and had a ___ _____ appearance.  After leaving The Halliday he went uptown and there met with a disaster which was, very probably, the cause of his speedy violent demise.  Under what circumstances, or where, we could not learn, but when next seen he was minus the Chinaman’s most sacred ornament, his caudal appendage.  He went down to the coal fleet below the city and sat around awhile attracting some attention from those in charge there.  After a little while he suddenly picked up a hammer and began to beat himself over the head in a manner that left no doubt of his purpose.  Bystanders interfered by forcibly taking the instrument away from him.  But the celestial was not be so easily foiled; he made a rush for the river and jumped in and was drowned before aid could reach him.

His body was recovered, however, soon after life was extinct.  Coroner Fitzgerald was notified, an inquest was held, and the jury found a verdict in accordance with the circumstances related.

What the cause of his determination to destroy himself was is not positively known; that it was  regret over the loss of his black hair is only surmised.

Tuesday, 28 Nov 1882:

The finding of the body of a drowned man in the river below the city Saturday afternoon has been made the subject of several different stories, but the true one is as follows:  About two o’clock Saturday afternoon, Mr. Daniel Callahan and his partner, who have charge of the coal fleet coming down the river bank, found a pair of shoes standing close to the water’s edge on the shore, about midway of the fleet, near by they found a knit cap, and a few steps further along they saw what they supposed to be a coat floating in the water not ten feet from the shore.  They suspected that there might “be a man in the coat;” they got in a skiff to investigate the matter and found their suspicions correct—there was a man in the coat and they fastened him and notified the coroner.

Coroner Fitzgerald summoned a jury consisting of Messrs. George W. Hendricks, Patrick Corcoran, Ed H. White, H. W. Bostwick, F. W. Koehler, and Fritz Scheeler.  The jury brought the body forth from the water and “sat upon it.”  Mr. Corcoran, one of the juryman, had seen deceased in the lower portion of the city at 11:30 o’clock before noon, Saturday, and another man working in the yards of the Wabash road had seen him going towards to coal fleets at 1:30 o’clock Saturday afternoon.  An investigation revealed the fact that bright red blood was oozing from a slight scratch made on the forehead in dragging the body out of the water.  He wore several pairs of pants and several coats; his face was not swollen much, but was badly pocked marked.  That he had been in the water but a few hours—not over three—was evident from the general appearance of the body and face and eyes, and from the fact that blood was flowing from the slight wound in his head.  That he was a Chinaman was evident from the fact that his shoes which he had left on shore were of the kind usually worn by Chinese; wooden soles, cloth uppers; that he wore the usual cue snugly coiled up on the back of his head, and that he had a number of Chinese charms and coins and cards with Chinese names in his pockets.  Among the former was a string of keys, coins, and police whistle, and among the latter was one card with the name “Lee Shing Wuong, No. 306 North 11 Street, St. Louis, Mo.” upon it; another marked simply, “Lee Wuong,” another “Quong Loong, Lung & Co., No. 152 Charles Street, New Orleans”; another “Houng Shing, 409 North 7th Street, St. Louis,” and there were several printed bill heads of “Sam Wah, Market Street bet. 2nd and 3rd,” who did washing up in style.

The jury found a verdict of “death by drowning or other cause unknown,” and then turned the corpse over to the county overseer of the poor who had it interred at the seven-mile graveyard Sunday.
There is nothing very strange connected with the suicide of the Chinaman in the river at the coal fleet below the city last Saturday, an account of the finding of whose body appears elsewhere in this issue, but not so with reference to the case of the Chinaman who was referred to in Sunday’s Bulletin.  There were evidently two Chinamen—one who was caught in a desperate effort to beat his brains out with a hammer, but who being prevented, jumped into the river, was recovered, died soon after, was sat upon by a coroner’s jury, and that was all.  The other was simply found dead in the water and was buried at the country’s expense after having been diagnosed by a coroner’s jury.  In the latter case all seems clear enough, but there appears to be an unfathomable mystery connected with the strange tragedy enacted on the coal fleet below the city last Saturday evening.  Strange rumors afloat.  It is known that another Chinaman came ashore from a steamer lying at our wharf; he was in company with a member of that mysterious organization known as the “Frosty Twenty,” which was a suspicious circumstance; afterwards, if the account is true, he committed suicide by drowning; an inquest was held, a verdict of “death by voluntary drowning” rendered, and that is all.  No undertaker, no coffin, no funeral, no grave, no little mound telling of the presence there of what was once a human being, no nothing.  Strangest of all—not even a body—the body of the unfortunate, unsuspecting Chinaman was spirited away, is nowhere to be found, and there is where the mystery lies.  What did the coroner do with the remains of the man?  The county overseer of the poor, to whom such cases are usually assigned for final disposition, knows nothing of the body, was told nothing at all of its discovery or of the coroner’s inquest.  All these things naturally arouse grave suspicions in the minds of men who can put this and that together and draw conclusions. The conclusion to which such persons are forced is that there has been foul play here, in which men of high social standing are implicated.  Heretofore, the fact that these men were members of that strange organization known as the “Frosty Twenty” did not operate to arouse distrust against them in the minds of these with whom they came in daily contact, but now, a man may as well hope to inspire confidence by acknowledging that he is a Pulaski County Republican, or a special river committee correspondent of the Chicago Tribune as to think of doing so by acknowledging his connection with “The Frosty Twenty.”  That in case of crime such as has evidently been committed here, suspicion always rests naturally first upon those who are known to have associated with the victim immediately prior to his death, does not admit of doubt, is a well established rule of detective procedure.  And when this rule is applied in this case, we cannot avoid the conclusion that “The Frost Twenty” are the guilty parties; are responsible, not only for the death, but for the disappearance of the body of the poor celestial. 

One of the members of this organization, the secretary, in an unguarded moment, perhaps admitted that the man came ashore; that he was taken in charge by another member of the organization, the “August Master of Sacrifice,” he is styled we understand, and by him introduced to the other members of the gang, who taunted the poor victim because of his general appearance.  Several of them smacked their lips, patted and stroked their stomachs as though anticipating a rich feast, and expressed admiration of his good physical condition, all of which was certainly significant, as giving some clue to the manner in which the remains of the poor fellow were disposed of.  The secretary admitted all this, he also described the manner of the man’s death and stated that an inquest was held and the remains turned over to the proper authorities for burial.  These admissions of the secretary, taken in connection with the known other circumstances attending the man’s last few hours of life, are sufficient to cast a black cloud of suspicion over every member of “The Frosty Twenty.” 

All things taken together force the conclusion upon us that “The Frosty Twenty” is an organization of maneaters—cannibals—who have heretofore been obtaining their victims without arousing the suspicion of outsiders.  In no other way can we account for the sleekness of the secretary, who always gets the lion’s share, probably the robustness of the president and the other members, but with one or two exceptions, who are doubtless the ones that suffer by reason of the voracity of the gentle (?) “lion.”  In no other way can the suspicious circumstances surrounding this whole case be explained. 

Guided by all the circumstances, we venture to formally charge now, that, made bold by their long success in kidnapping their victims under the cover of night, the officers of this organization, to whom this part of the interesting ceremony has been usually entrusted, undertook to capture an unwary stranger in broad daylight.  They captured him, exhibited him to the gang who “winked” their approval, then confronted him with the man of the evil spirit, the “Sorcerer” who bewitched him that he might take violent means to end his life in order to mislead the public.  The body of this Chinaman was not recovered, and was not sat upon by the coroner, and was not buried.  That was all a fabrication, originating in the fertile brain of the sleek secretary and repeated by the other members of the organization, in order to delude any who might have seen the victim while under the influence of the sorcerer plunge himself into the raging stream, and prevent them for instituting further and troublesome search for the body.  In the dead of night several of the organization went forth with draghooks and skiffs, fished up the body and carried it in triumph to the “holy of holies” of “The Frosty Twenties.”  There it was prepared with the solemn ceremony demanded by such an occasion and they all sat down to the ghastly feast and made merry over it.  This is the whole horrible story as suggested to us by the circumstances and hurriedly written down; we feel certain that an investigation such as we shall immediately institute will verify it word for word.

Sunday, 3 Dec 1882:
DIED:  son of Mrs. Kobler, Friday evening at 7 o’clock, aged two years three months, and 5 days,.  Funeral services will be held at the residence on Nineteenth Street, west of Washington Avenue at one o’clock this afternoon.  Special train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at two o’clock.  Friends are invited.

Tuesday, 5 Dec 1882:
The suicide of the New York drummer at Paducah last Friday was a sad affair.  In letters left by him he stated that he was and had been for some time afflicted with heart disease, which all tried remedies had failed to cure.  That life was made a burden to him and that he could stand it no longer.  He asked that his remains be quietly disposed of, as he had “no friends or acquaintances anywhere in this part of the country.”  He went up to his room in the Richmond House, laid down on the bed and put two balls through his breast, which had the intended effect.

            (The 9 Dec 1882, issue identifies him as H. J. Stuart.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 6 Dec 1882:
Yesterday Mrs. James Biggs received another installment of the amount due from the order of the Knights of the Golden Rule upon the death of Captain Biggs.  The reason why this insurance is being paid in installments while others have been and usually are paid in full at once is to be found in the fact that some time ago the organization was in straightened circumstances owing to the defalcation of its treasurer.  The new treasurer found the amount of money on hand sufficient to meet the claims then due and arranged to pay them in monthly installments.  Mrs. Biggs’ claim was among these and she has received one hundred dollars monthly since the “resumption.”

John Kelly, an old man, deliberately thrust himself under the wheels of a passing train on the Wabash road near 15th Street yesterday morning about 10 o’clock, and was instantly killed.  The train, which consisted of five freight cars and engine No. 544, with Mr. Morrow as engineer, was going down the avenue at the rate of about three miles per hour, and when near the brown frame house, opposite 15th Street, the engineer and fireman, who were both on the watch, observed the man coming from the house and walk toward the train.  As the foremost end of the train passed him he seemed to be waiting for it all to get by; but just as the car next to the engine reached him he dropped upon his hands and knees and threw his neck under the wheels.  Those in charge of the engine saw the man’s movement and the engineer who had his hands on the levers, instantly reversed his engine and stopped it before it had gone six feet further.  Only one wheel passed over the man, but he was dragged along for about four feet.  His left shoulder, chest and neck were horribly torn and the head was almost severed from the trunk.

The train was held there until Coroner Richard Fitzgerald arrived, who summoned a jury and examined a number of witnesses, which examination developed the facts as above stated, and the jury found a verdict of deliberate suicide.

Mr. Kelly was stepfather to Mr. Michael Hoar, section boss on the Wabash Road.  He was about sixty-five years old, and not very sound of either body or mind.  He came here about two years ago from Texas where he had roamed about for some time.  On his way here from Texas he jumped from the train as it was crossing a trestle over a stream of water.  He was badly hurt, but the water was not deep, and he was rescued and brought here all right.  Here he had a good home with Mr. Hoar, who sought to make him as comfortable in every way as possible during his old age.  But he was continually ailing.

His remains were taken in charge by Mr. Hoar and conveyed by Illinois Central train to the last resting place yesterday afternoon.
Friday, 8 Dec 1882:
Argus:  “Mr. Wolfe, of the New York Store, is at Carondelet, called thither by the sad news of the death of his son-in-law, Hon. Herman J. Fisher, who was also a relative of wharfmaster George Poore.  The Missouri Republican of the 5th has the following upon the subject of his death: 

Carondelet is mourning the death of Mr. Herman J. Fisher, who died at daybreak yesterday after an illness of two years, and whose remains will be interred tomorrow at 2 o’clock by the Masons, as he was a member of Good Hope Lodge, No. 218.  Mr. Fisher was successively a member of the legislature, traffic agent of the Iron Mountain Railroad, cashier of the Carondelet Savings Bank and at the time he was taken ill was inspector of customs for the port of St. Louis.  His family are all adults.”

Saturday, 9 Dec 1882:
Paducah News:  “Although it has been near a week since H. J. Stuart suicided at the Richmond House by shooting himself twice, still nothing further has been learned of the deceased, nor has any word been received by Mr. Charles Reed in answer to the telegrams or letter sent to parties in New York, per instructions in Stuart’s notes to him.  In consequence of this fact and also the additional fact that the baggage of the deceased, said in his note to Mr. Reed to have been left in Cairo, cannot be found, taken into consideration with the fact that he left no papers or anything else by which he could be identified other than the name he registered under and signed to the notes, the suspicion held by many immediately after his suicide that there was something more than illness which prompted the deed, is growing in the minds of those who have given the suicide their attention. Nevertheless, there are those who contend that Stuart, as his appearance and conduct about the hotel and city indicated, was a gentleman and also that no reason existed at all for writing in his notes to Mr. Reed what he did if he wished to die in obscurity.  These believe, and it is to be hoped they are right, that in time the apparent mystery connected with Stuart’s death and the cause will be fully explained, and then, it will be known that a diseased body and a depressed spirit prompted the deed.
Albert Sanders was hanged at Charleston, Mo., yesterday.  He was a negro who murdered another negro named Moses Wing, at Bird’s Point, about a year ago.  An account of the murder was published in these columns at the time.  Both men were employees of Mr. Stephen Bird at Bird’s Point, Mo.  Sanders died bravely.  The hanging was attended by a large concourse of people, many of them colored, who, if reports are true, enjoyed the affair about as much as they would a barbecue.  The body was brought to Bird’s Point for burial, where the family of Sanders resides.

(The 29 Nov 1881, issue gives his name as Alfred Sanders and states he killed Moses King at Bird’s Point on 20 Nov 1881.—Darrel Dexter)
Wednesday, 13 Dec 1882:
Captain David Crocket, formerly of Tennessee, and latterly of Mississippi County, Missouri, is well known by reputation and sight by people in the city.  In Mississippi County he was a terror for a long time; his mode of life was suspicious, but that his occupation was that of a counterfeiter and passer of bogus money was an open secret.  His arrest some time ago and transfer to this city, and his subsequent reported escape and re-arrest, all of which created great excitement here and in Missouri at the time, will be remember by the readers of The Bulletin.  But the last chapter, at least for some years to come now has been told in this bold outlaw’s life.  Monday morning he was taken from St. Louis to the Chester, Ill., penitentiary to serve a five years’ sentence for counterfeiting.  A St. Louis paper says of him:  “He is a grandson of Davy Crockett, the famous.  He says that he merely held spurious money deposited in his hands for others and was living an honest life when arrested, and that he does not expect to live out his term of imprisonment, as he is afflicted with Bright’s disease.  He is six feet in stature, and in countenance bears a striking resemblance to the portraits of the great Crockett who died at the Alamo.

Thursday, 14 Dec 1882:
Last Saturday a darkey named “Mitch” Pickens, an employee on a plantation near Memphis, had a quarrel with the overseer and the night following he climbed into the sleeping apartment of the overseer and shot him dead.  A reward of five hundred dollars is offered.  Chief Myers here has been notified to look out for the negro as it is supposed he came this way.
A niece of Magistrate Comings, Mrs. Lizzie M. Butler, died some days ago at Winsor, Vermont. The Granite State Journal of that place makes the following reference to the event.  “The sudden and to human precipitous, untimely death, last Tuesday morning, of Mrs. Lizzie M. wife of F. H. Butler, and eldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. U. L. Comings, cast a deep gloom over the whole community and called forth expression of universal regret and sympathy.  Although she inherited a frail constitution, which had been impaired by frequent illness, yet she seemed so necessary to the happiness of husband, child, and parents, sisters and friends, that we had hoped her life might be spared for many years to come.  ‘But My ways are not your ways, saith the Lord,’ and one week was long enough for death to do his terrible work of destruction.  And so, having previously expressed her unshaken confidence in the Bible as the word of God, in Christ as a Savior, and in the efficacy of prayer, as quietly as goes out the tide, her soul passed away.  A loyal wife and affectionate mother, an amiable and dutiful daughter, a kind and loving sister, and a genial, sincere and reliable friend, she had a large place in the affections of the home circle and of the society where she lived, and her unexpected death is an irreparable loss.”

Friday, 15 Dec 1882:

SHAWNEETOWN, Ill., Dec. 12.—Since the dispatch yesterday in regard to the terrible explosion of Vincent’s sawmill, your correspondent has visited the grounds and can give a more particular description of the horrors of the accident.  Vincent’s mill stands on the bank of the Ohio River, the front of the boiler facing the river, which here runs north and south.  The explosion occurred downward and outward from a common center.  The front of the boiler was carried some 300 yards east, and fell in the river about 100 yards from shore.  The after part of the boiler was carried 200 yards west.  The two Price boys, brothers, who must have been at the south end of the boiler, were blown at least 200 yards south.

Two other boys, McLaughlin and Glass, were blown southeast, one falling into the river about 200 yards away and the other was blown to near the edge of the water in the same direction.  William J. Montgomery, the mayor, who was on the north side of the boiler, was blown against some lumber and the fence northward some forty feet away.  His leg to the knee was found in the mill.  The other, off at the hip, was found some 200 yards north.  His hand was found northwest about the same direction.  His skull was lifted and the brains entirely gone.  The engineer was blown a long distance and cast against the ground with great force, breaking one leg in two places and one arm with internal injuries.  He is still alive, with some hopes of recovery.  The evening was passed in picking up fragments of bodies which were strewn in all directions from the central part of the explosion.  Heads, scalps, and pieces of bodies were found in all directions in a circle of from 200 to 300 yards.  No such horrors has ever been witnessed before.  The fragments could only be recognized by their friends by scraps of clothing found upon them.  A farmer traveling west of the mill with his wagon had a narrow escape from a fragment of the boiler passing clear over him, weighing not less than 200 pounds.  Two men in a skiff to the east also narrowly escaped a similar fragment that fell beyond them in the river.  The funeral of the eight victims hurled so suddenly into eternity took place today.  There was a general expression of sorrow and grief over the terrible sacrifice of human life.  The cause of the accident is believed to have been a want of water and the sudden flowing of water into the red-hot boiler.
Sunday, 17 Dec 1882:

DIED—Friday night one o’clock at the residence of his niece, Mrs. Devine, on Ohio Levee near 14th Street after a long illness of inflammatory rheumatism, William Daley.  He was a long resident of Cairo, having come here in 1855 and was 65 years of age.  Funeral services will be held at St. Patrick’s Church at one o’clock this (Sunday) afternoon.  Special train will leave foot of 14th Street opposite Mrs. Devine’s residence at two o’clock.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.

(John Stafford married Bridget Dailey on 25 Sep 1869, in Alexander Co., Ill.  Bridget Stafford married Dennis Devine on 7 Nov 1872, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter
Wednesday, 20 Dec 1882:
A white man, a resident of Pulaski County, named Nathan Apleton, was found dead near Mounds Junction, yesterday, lying under a horse which he had evidently been riding and which had stumbled and fallen upon him.

Thursday, 21 Dec 1882:
Mr. A. S. Barry, father-in-law of Messrs. W. B. and M. F. Gilbert, whose serious illness was noticed in these columns a few days ago, died last Sunday, at the residence of his son in Alton.  A wife and four children survive him.  Messrs. Gilbert returned yesterday from Alton, after having attended deceased’s funeral.
Sunday, 24 Dec 1882:
An old white man named Jack Paul was brought here Thursday from Bird’s Point, seriously sick with pneumonia.  He bought a ticket on the Illinois Central road for Grand Tower, his home, or as far as he could toward the point on that line.  But he was refused admission to the train because he was sick, and later in the day Chief Myers found him lying on the Railroad Avenue in an unconscious condition.  The chief had the poor old man promptly conveyed to St. Mary’s Infirmary, where, in spite of all that could be done for him by gentle hands guided by experience and sympathy, he died Friday, and his remains were properly coffined and his wife at Grand Tower telegraphed of the said occurrence.

Wednesday, 27 Dec 1882:
Word was received here Monday that Judge J. H. Robinson’s father died at Springfield, Mo., in the morning of that day.  The judge, it will be remembered, was called to Springfield on Saturday, by a dispatch stating that his father was dangerously ill.  Deceased was nearly eighty years of age.

Thursday, 28 Dec 1882:
Stick candy was the treat that Farmer McHenry, of near Pulaski, Ill., took home to his three children the other evening.  They ate it and convulsions ensued.  One has since died, another is very low and the third is recovering.  Parents have no guaranty that unscrupulous dealers will not use terra alba and aniline dyes.  Before allowing white or lemon candies to be eaten the parents should dissolve a piece in a glass of water.  If there is a white powder precipitated, this evidences the presence of terra alba.

Last night, at 8:50 o’clock, at his home on Fifth Street, near Washington Avenue, A. J. Sayers, aged about twenty years, breathed his last after a short illness with pneumonia.  The remains will be conveyed to Blandville, Ky., for burial today.

Jack was a good boy—considerably better than the average.  He came to The Bulletin office about three years ago as apprentice, started at the very bottom of the printer’s trade, worked industriously, learned rapidly, and rose steadily, until about a year ago he was promoted to the foremanship of The Bulletin newsroom, which important position he filled faithfully and very satisfactorily until his late sickness.  He was of a pleasant, social disposition and was liked and respected by all who knew him, particularly by those who knew him best.

Two sisters only survive him, who were depending upon his daily labor for support, both his parents having died within a year in this city.  One is but a year or two younger than Jack was, the other is a very bright little girl of about twelve years.  Both will now depend upon themselves and a generous public for the necessaries and comforts of life, for they have no relatives living so far as known, and they are in poor circumstances.  May fate deal more gently with them in the future than it did in the past—as gently as poor, kind-hearted Jack would always have done had he lived—is the hope of The Bulletin.

Friday, 29 Dec 1882:
The remains of Jack Sayers were taken to Blandville, Ky., yesterday afternoon for interment in the cemetery near that place, where Mr. and Mrs. Sayers were buried before him.  A collection was made up in The Bulletin office and among deceased’s friends in the city, to defray the expenses of the funeral.  The two sisters were also taken to Blandville where they will not be exposed to evil temptations as much as they would be here, and where they have friends with whom an effort will be made to lodge them comfortably.

Saturday, 30 Dec 1882:
Charles Burns, a photographer on Walnut Street, Carmi, took cyanide of potassium at 6 o’clock Wednesday night and died in from five to eight minutes.  He took his family, consisting of a wife and children, to New Harmony, Ind., Tuesday and returned alone to Carmi Wednesday.  It is supposed that sickness in his family and despondency were the cause of the act.

Sunday, 31 Dec 1882:
A man named Porsyth, living at Cotton Wood Point, below here, was celebrating Christmas by firing anvils.  In the course of the amusement one of the anvils bursted, putting both of the man’s eyes out and injuring him otherwise.  When the steamer Tyler passed there Friday night the man was just alive and expected to die any moment.
A man named Ben Rushing, who shot a man named Lindsey at James Bayou on Christmas for throwing a glass of whisky in his face during a quarrel, has been captured, and is in jail in Charleston, Mo.
Judge Robinson returned Friday from Kansas City, Mo, where he attended the funeral of his father, who died at Springfield, Mo., several days ago.  The family burying ground is at Kansas City.

The Weekly Cairo Bulletin


Monday, 17 Apr 1882:
The remains of Mr. Joseph L. Wrench were buried at Beech Grove Cemetery yesterday afternoon.

One of the oldest draymen in the city, Mr. Wrench, died suddenly Saturday night. He had been confined to his home for several days with some abdominal disorder; Saturday evening he had been up and laid down again; soon after he was heard to groan and throw himself violently about in the bed; a doctor was immediately called for, but too late to render any assistance; the old man passed away within a few minutes afterward. He leaves a number of relatives and many friends.

Kitty Mulcahey, the self-confessed murderer of Alfred Tonkin at St. Louis, is on trial. There is not much probability of her conviction, as the evidence outside of her own unreliable statement is very slight.

Patsey Devine, on a third trial for murder at Clinton, Ill., has been sentenced to be hanged May 12. By reference to the almanac, we are assured that is a good day for hanging.

The dead body of a negro was fished out of the river yesterday. We were unable to learn his name or the cause of his death, but presume it was by drowning. He was supposed to be one of the two men drowned at the mouth of Cache about six weeks ago.

We have heard many persons express regret that notice of Mr. White’s funeral was so short as to preclude their attendance. They have desired an opportunity to attest the respect they held for him, as a man and an old citizen, long identified with Cairo.


Born at Stonington, Conn., April 26th, 1816. Died at Chester, Ill., April 9th, 1882, at nine o’clock a.m., on Easter Day. There can be no more fitting and appropriate time for passing from the church militant into the church triumphant than upon the glad Easter morn, when millions hear the glad tidings, “He is risen.” At that beautiful hour, a faithful and devout churchman and a member of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer, of Cairo, Ill, for many years, passed away from earth, awakening to an eternal Easter in the light of Paradise. His vacant seat in the little church which he loved, and which has had his faithful attendance for many years, may have held his invisible presence, as it tarried for a moment amid the perfume and fragrance of the Easter blossoms, and the sunshine, and Easter melody, to hear the fervent prayer responded to by friends and neighbors for his departing spirit. Daily for more than a week, before the end came, both the invalid and his sorrowing family were comforted by the beautiful prayers for the sick offered at his bedside, by the Rev. A. E. Wells, of St. Mark’s Church, Chester, who was unremitting in his kind attentions and who read a short service before the removal of the remains to the steamer City of Alton, which conveyed them with the family to Cairo. Owing to the high water, it was deemed inexpedient to hold funeral services at the church, and they were concluded at Beech Grove Cemetery, to which many friends accompanied the sorrowing family. The Rev. F. P. Davenport, the rector of the Church of the Redeemer, officiated at the grave.

Mr. White came to Cairo in 1855, and was universally known and highly esteemed.  It was with sincere sorrow that his friends gathered around his last resting place in the twilight hour, and listened to the solemn, yet comforting words of the burial service. The fresh, green sod, the tender green of the early foliage, the blossoming violets, and merry twitter of birds, the subtle sense of the spring, all told with a blessed emphasis of consolation to the mourning hearts of widow, children, and friends the sweet story of the Resurrection. Leaving him peacefully sleeping, after the burden and toil of life’s fitful fever, with the Easter flowers above him, the Easter joy about him; they turned away with the glad and blessed thought—”He is not here; he is risen.” C.


It is with regret that The Bulletin announces the sudden death of Mr. John C. White, one of Cairo’s oldest and best known citizens. The sad event occurred last Sunday at Chester, Ill., where he had gone with his family for a few weeks’ visit. He had not been entirely well for some time, but his ailment was not believed to be of a serious character. The first of last week word came here that he was seriously ill, but last Saturday he was believed to be out of all danger.

Mr. White was about sixty-seven years old, and had been a citizen of Cairo for many years. His remains arrived, accompanied by is bereaved family, on the steamer City of Alton last evening, and a special train conveyed them and a large number of the friends of the family to Villa Ridge, where the last funeral rites were performed.

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