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DRIVE ANARCHISTS AWAY.
Congressman Richardson, of Alabama,
Will Work to This End.
HUNTSVILLE, Ala.. Sept. 13—The
south is practically solid, says Congress
man William Richardson of Huntsville,
for the enactment of a law by the next
congress which meets December 3d to pre
vent the coming in of vicious immigrants
and furthermore to drive out every an
archist in this country.
Congressman Richardson in an interview
stated that there is not a congressman or
senator in the south who would not work
for this new statute and he confidently
believe* all bf the northern representatives
will do likewise. The business men of the
south, the citizen* and all kind of good
organization* ar* going to work to help
the congressmen from the various states.
Committees will be sent to Washington
to lobby th* measure through at the right
time. Chief William Mitchell of the night,
police fores and vtho is deputy national
councillor of the. Jgnior O. U. A. M. for the
state of Alabama tn an enthusiastic ad
dress before the meeting of the order in
this city said he expressed the sentiment
of every junior ia Alabama when he de
clared himself in favor of the new statute
referred to ia Congressman Richardson'a
interview and that the order throughout
the United States will work to secure this
new and most needed government law.
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CHILD AND THE PRODIGAL.
The sky was cloudless and the sun
shone down ia biasing splendor. The
hills swam in a golden hage. the streets
were white with dust, the-.air was op
pressively still. But the sheriff strode
on unmindful of personal discomfort. The
apple of hl* eye. his Rosalie, his mother
less four-ywar-old, had strayed from tha
pretty cottage aerons the P*tk, and the
slow-witted housekeeper knew naught of
her whereabouts. She had played about
the yard until late in the morning and
was only missed when the. sheriff came
across from the gloomy county buildings
for his «ne o’clock ftanchro*.
The stalwart sheriff trembled as he
hastily dispatched the housekeeper to
the nearest neighbors, and himself strode
off in the direction he fancied the child
would most likely go. Later 1 On. if nec
essary. he would raise a general alarm.
There was good reason for the sher
iff to feel troubled over the thought that
the child might be stolen. He was a ter
ror for evil-doers and more especially
those suspected evil-doers, the tramps.
He had declared open warfare against
them, and for the most part they gave his
baHtwick a wide berth. He had been
threatened-openly and anonymously, and
what way to strike him harder than to
steal his dearest treasure? The sheriff
breathed hard and streyie on. There was
one impudent vagabond who had Irri
tated him quite beyond endurance, and he
hsi treated him with unusual harshness.
Re had released this fellow from jail that
very morning and roughly hade him be
gone. He remembered the bitter look the
tramp had flung as he shambled away.
The sheriff was hurrying toward the
gorge, that deep cleft tn the hills that op
ened up less than a hundred rods from
theisheritTs home. Rosalie had been there
with him. Rhe loved the cool depths, the
trickling streams, the birds that darted
and sang. It w os natural that she should
seek it aloe*. And the sheriff remem
bered that the tramp had gone that way,
to*. j
A* she entered the great cleft and fol
lowed the narrow winding pathway his
keen eyes were busy searching for traces
of the child. The current of air that al
ways stirred through this huge funnel
fanned his heated face, but he did not feel
It. By the side of the almost dry bed
of the stream he hurried on. Presently
he came to th* pool, a natural basin
where the stream as it fell down the high.,
rocky terrace just beyond, had worn >
deep hollow. The pool was dark and
gloomy, and Its black waters had an un
savory reputation. The sheriff paused by
the margin and anxiously looked across
the still surface. Then something at his
feet attracted him. He hastily picked it
up. It was a bit of scarlet ribboa. and his
sopl, sickened as he stored at it, and a
film blinded his eyes when he turned an<?
peered into the black deptha Then half
uaeonsciously he flung down his hat and
drew off his coat, and was Just stooping
to remove bis shoes, when something flut
tered to hi* feet.
He started at it where it lay ou the black
rock before him—a grotesque white image
eqt from a fragment of newspaper, a pa
per doU. When he raised bis eyes it was
to discover whence it came. .Then, noting
th* direction of the current of air, he hur
ried forward and clambered up the rocks
where the slender stream came tumbling
down. As hi* head and shoulders rose
above the level beyond be paused. Th*
scene was an amphitheatre where rock
had shrunk away and left clear and level
space. The sky was blue above, the grass
was of moss like softness, and the trees
hung thickly over the cliffs on either side.
On the yielding turf, on the sunniest
spot sat a tramp, an unmistakable tramp
—unkempt, tattered, grimy, and not far
away, with a faint smile dimpling her
rosy face, lay the missing child fast
asleep.
The tramp had been cutting dolls from a
mangled newspaper with a tiny pair of
scissors that were attached to a huge
pocket knife. There were paper dolls
scattered and fluttering on the turf here
and there, and little Rosalie held two in
her chubby fingers. The tramp, with a
doll just dropping from his scissors point,
was gaxing at the sleeping child, a soft
ened look upon his hardened face..
The sheriff stepped forward. The vag
abond looked up and quickly raising his
hand pointed to the sleeping child. The
sheriff involuntarily halted, but his look
was black and hi* fists were clenched.
"You scoundrel," he muttered, "what
does this mean?” He came a step near
er. The tramp did not stir.
"Might as well cut out the hard words,
sheriff.” he hoarsely whispered. “I’ve
heard ’em all before. You gave ’em to me
hot the other morning. Cussed me up hill
and down, and—and struck me.” He
turned his head snd his glance fell on the
gfe
i j *
It was a bit of scarlet ribbon.
sleeping child. "Cussed me, struck me
and flung me into jail. Two days and
nights of bread and water and vermin.
Walt, sheriff. You gave me ten minutes
to leave town. It was wisely done. I took
the old path through the gorge. I hustled,
sheriff. I was afraid of you. And then
a* I came down to the old pool I stopped
short. There was'a child there, a little
white slip of a thing, who had thrown her
frock and her shoes and stocking* to one
side and was just balanced on the edge
of the basin. Even as I looked she step
ped In and disappeared. In three leaps I
followed her, and dived and brought her
up here in the sun where she could rest
and be warm. And because she hasn’t a
mother to cry for she cried for her doll,
and I made her the best doll I could—
just as somebody used to make dolls for
me long age.”
The sheriff had stood very still.
"Is this true?’’ he asked in a low voice.
"There's the child," said the vagabond
simply. As he spoke he unconsciously
drew himself back in the shadow of the
rock* and brought the figure of the little
one into relief. Eloquent in Its jpnocence,
it seemed to plead for the human wreck
beside it. "God, man!" the vagabond
whispered, "isn't it a beautiful sight?"
He paused as if he held his breath. “And
to think It Is but sleep, that the little
pulse is steadily beating, that the little
lips will part. And it might have been the
sleep of death." He looked up suddenly.
"Sheriff, you are a coming man. Men
trust and honor you. I tell you that all
your honors ain't worth the loving pres
sure of that little hand. And she owes
her life to me, sheriff, to me!"
The sheriff was strangely silent. His
eyes were on tha vagabond’s face, but
the fierceness had passed from them.
"I will reward you,” he softly said.
"Badly spoken, sheriff." muttered the
tramp. "You've nothing to offer that
would be * fait exchange. What's a r*-
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ward to me?” He paused and looked
steadily at the other. "You’re a valuable
man in the community, sheriff. They could
poorly afford to loose you. But if it had
been you in the black pool I’m not at all
sure I would have raised a Anger .to save
yqu. I’m a battered and worthless fellow,
sheriff: a vagabond, a shameless prodigal.
But there’s < heart under these rags that
hungers for love —and the grateful smile
on that little face, a gentle word from
those rosy lips are worth more to me
than all the rewards you can bring.”
His voice sank and his eyes ' turned
again to the sleeping child.
"I am very gratefill;''. the sheriff fal
tered.. lie stared at the tramp as If striv
ing to'recall some early- memory. He
came'a Uttle nearer and sank down upon
a ledge of rock.
“Love is a beautiful trait, sheriff," said
the Vagabond with a quick return to his
bannering tone; "more especially when it
is evenly distributed. I think if I had had
my share when I was a boy I might have
been more of a credit to my loving friends.
But I didn’t get it. I wasn’t popular In
the home circle. All my childish faults
were magnified; all my brother’s were
excused. No doubt he was brighter and
handsomer and I felt “that. too. I think
now if they had been a little kinder to me
I might not have dome to. thi*."
He paused and his head drooped. The
1 sheriff had risen and came still nearer.
He put out his hand.
"Jim," he said, with a quick gasp,
“come home with me.” .
The wanderer shook his Head.
"Too late,” he murmured; "too late.”
The‘sheriff's hands were both extended.
"Brother!”
Again the wanderer shook his head and
rising to his feet turned away.
Th* child stirred uneasily. The tramp
paused. "Hush!” he whispered with up
lifted hand. The child opened her eyes
and raised herself on one chubby elbow.
B
lu i A i rY
(J aU
; < “Is this truer*
' "Hullo, daddy,” she laughed; “have you
comes”
The sheriff knelt beside hfir.
"Rosalie, dear,” he said, and his voice
was very gentle, "I want you to ask your
uncle Jimmie here to come home with us.”
And he Mfted the child tb her feet. She
turned with a winsome smile, and putting
her fingers In the vagabond's hand, looked
up In his face.
"Come, Jimsy,” she lisped.
And so they passed down the pathway,
the sheriff slowly pacing ahead and the
child leading the prodigal.
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TO~REVOKE licenses.
Six Insurance Companies Must Cease
Doing Business in Georgia.
Comptroller General Wright will soon
issue an order revoking the li
censes to do business in this state of the
American Fire Insurance Company
of New York, American Annuity and
Mutual Life Insurance Company of At
lanta, American Temperance Life Insu
rance Company of New York, Mutual Aid
association, Bankers Mutual Casualty
Company of Des Moines, la.; Union Cas
ualty and Surety Company of St. Louis.
Such decided action has been brought
on the comptroller by the failure of the
companies mentioned to publish a state
ment of their financial condition in a
newspaper of general circulation.
Several companies some time ago failed
to publish as required by law a statement
of their business before the first of July.
The law provides that insurance com
panies shall make public statements of
their business every six months under
penalty of forfeiting their license to do
business in this state for the remaining
portion of the year in which they have
failed to publish.
On July Ist Governor Candler in order
to give the companies an opportunity to
comply with the law issued an order al
lowing the companies sixty days from
July Ist in which to make a proper publi*
cation of their business. The time for
them to do so expired on September L
The companies named have failed to do
as required by law. The list of the com
panies failing to make proper publications
was given the comptroller Friday morn
ing and he will issue the order revoking
their license to do business according to
law.
The Lancaster Fire Insurance company
and the Madgeburg Fire Insurance com
pany came under the provision of the
order, but they have given notice that
they have or will withdraw from the
state. The Manhattan Fire Insurance
company is in the hands of a receiver.
The Mutual Fire Insurance company of
Fort Gaines, Ga., and the Mutual Aid
association, of Augusta, were not char
tered in time to come under the order.
Working on Immigration Law.
SCRANTON. Pa., Sept. 12.—Congress
man William Connell and Commissioner
General of Immigration Powderly are in
communication regarding the drafting of
a series of bills tending to deter anarch
istical crimes like that of last Friday at
Buffalo.
Mr. Powderly will work on the revis
ion of the law relating to immigration so
as to prohibit the landing of anarchists.
Congresman Connell will look after the
matter of pealixlng assaults on the per
son of the president and other officials.
Mr. Connell proposes to have such as
saults made a treasonable offense, and
declares that if the constitution stands ir.
the way he will not atop short of an ef
fort to change the constitution.
A Fortunate Escape.
A little negro boy near Charleston, 8.
C., owes his life to a peculiar accident.
He had bought a large orange which he
was carrying home to his little sister.
When nearly home a mad bulldog, froth
ing at the mouth, sprang at him furiously.
There was no stick, stone or any weapon
near, and the boy desperately threw the
orange at the frensled brute. The dog’s
jaws were wide open, and by a lucky
chance the orange entered between the
cruel fangs and stuck deep in the red
throat. The dog struggled vainly to get it
out and the boy ran home.
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INTO OUTER DARKNESS.
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A man paced the narrow confines of a
cell and thought of a woman. His face
was pale, his eyes deep sunken, and des
pair was his company.
I He had seen written in a bold hand on
the criminal docket the words "James
Garland, forgery,” and had said: "No,
your honor, that is not my name; but let
it go at that, if you please, for, your
honor, I—l have a mother.” And he bowed
his head in shame and had answered:
"Guilty, your honor.”
As he paced the floor of his room, he
started at every sound in the corridors,,
turning an anxious, expectant face toward
the door. But the woman of whom he
thought; the footsteps for which he lis
tened came not.
As the hours passed a look of agonized
despair, of desperate loneliness, settled
upon his face, and when the flrst shadows
of twilight crept in at the barred window
he threw himself upon his cot and dug
his Angers into his hard pillow.
"Beatrice,” he sobbed. "Beatrice!”
Then he started up, dashed the tears
from his eyes and listened. And as he
listened a gleam, almost of happiness, il
lumed his features. Along the corridors
came the footsteps of a man and a woman.
He heard them turn in at the little side
hall that led to his cell, and he rose and
hastened to the grated door, only to stare
blankly, disappointedly, at the jailor and
a woman whom he did not know.
The woman's clothes were of the coare
est. Her hair was dark and carelessly
combed. Around her eyes were the circles
of dissipation and sin showed in every line
of her features. But tears gleamed in her
coU. gray eyes, and she held out a hand
glistening with cheap jewelry.
“I am so sorry,” she said. "I—l would
like to help you if I could.”
"You?” the prisoner asked, surprised.
"Yes,” she answered. "You do not know
me, but I remember you. Years ago,
down on the ‘levee’ a drunken man struck
me. You were passing and you knocked
him down. Then you took me by the hand
and led me away and talked kindly to me.
, I have not forgotten,”
"Oh, yes,” said the other, “I remember."
"I have not forgotten,” the woman re
sumed, "and I would like—perhaps I can
help you now.”
The tenderness, the sympathy, in her
voice awakened a yearning In the man’s
heart. But she was only a woman of the
alleys—a woman without wisdom, with
out means, without influence. Os what
assistance could she be to him?
But she, schooled in the ways of the
world, saw the battle in his heart and
looked at him pleadingly.
"Tell me,” she said, "tell me what mis-
brought you here.”
He hesitated. Then lie spoke.
"The love of a woman—the love of a
heartless woman. God knows I loved her
—madly. But the circle in which she
moved was a swift one. At every turn
were the glitter of diamonds.the sheen of
gold, the perfume of Marechai Niels. Fool
that I was, I tried to keep up the pace.
To do so I borrowed from my friends and
assumed obligations I could not meet.
The mad whirlpool bore me under at last
and—” He glanced around his darkening
cell, ’here I am, the perpetrator of on*
crime, deserted by my friends, forgotten
even by the woman for whom I sinned.”
He lapsed into silence while the woman
watched him with dimming eyes.
"I am sorry,” she repeated, "so sorry.
Can nothing be done? Can .1 not help
you?”
“No,” he replied, Resignedly, "I am
afraid not. The man whose name I
forged will drop the case if I refund the
money, but I cannot do so. It is a small
amount—only a hundred dollars—but I
cannot raise it without appealing to my
parents and. my God! I'll go to prison
rather than let mother know!”
The woman laughed lightly and a smile
lingered in her eyes. ■
"Oh,” she replied, carelessly, "we wo
men *f the shadows have friends,” and
the woman of the alleys put her hand
through the bars and stroked her hair.
"My friend," she said, "I am so glad I
can aid you.”
Th* man looked up suddenly, with wide
open eyes.
“You!” he said. "How?”
"For your mother’s rake,” she said, "I
will help you—for your mother’s sake and
for your own. I had a mother once, but
she died.”
"But how can you assist me?” he said.
Any one of whom you know—friends who
dare not refuse us. Tell me the man; he
shall have the money.”
A moment later th* prisoner In the cell
was alone, leaning heavily against the
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"T—T wnnld like tn he’n.”
door and peering through the bars in
stupid wonder. Tfie next morning he pass
ed out into the free air. At the door he
paused and extended his hand to the
woman of the shadows.
"Some day,” he said huskily, "some day
I shall try and repay you. Until then,
I thank you.”
And the woman stood and watched his
retreating figure, a dimness in her cold,
gray eyes, and a great pain in her heart.
An hour later the man ascended the
stone steps of a mansion. He rang the
bell and a maid answered.
"Is Miss Beatrice in?” he asked.
The maid hesitated; then she said "I
will see.” A moment later she was back
again.
"Miss Hartland Is not at home,’ she said.
Coldly, and closed the door in his face.
He flushed red, then white and biting
his lips descended the steps slowly. For
hours he wandered aimlessly about the
streets, and at dusk he turned his steps
toward the "levee.”
At last he found the face he sought.
The dark hair was unloosened and tum
bled disorderly about her shoulders; an
unnatural glitter was in her eyes and
upon her cheeks a scarlet /.ush blazed
brightly. She hushed a rar;-time song
when she saw him, and the gleam in her
eyes softened. He held out his hands and
she came to him.
"Come,” he said, his voice tinged with
gratitude, "come. I will take you away
from these scenes—away from this kind
of a life.”
Ebe looked at him inquiringly.
"Marry me,” he continued, "and I will
give you a pleasant home; I will try and
make your life a happy one; I will be a
dutiful husband.”
He talked rapidly, his face flushed, his
temples throbbing, but his hands, holding
tnose of the woman, were cold.
"You do not mean it?” she laughed.
"You are jesting.”
"I am in deadly earnest,” he replied.
"I will take you far away from here.
I will get work and I can support you
almost in luxury. I—l almost believe I
love you.”
She laughed merrily, a great joy in her
“You could make me happy,” she said,
placing her hands on his shoulders and
smiung into his eyes. “I could follow you
to the ends of the earth and not ques
tion where you yould lead me. I love
you—l have loved you ever since that
night you took my hand in yours and led
me out of the darkness and spoke to me
so kindly, so tenderly. It was but a
few moments that I felt the pressure of
your hand and drank in the tenderness of
your voice—the tenderness my heart was
so hungry for—lt was as a glimmer of
paradise, and I have loved you ever
since.”'
She bowed her head, and a tear dropped
upon his hand.
“Then come,” he pleaded. "Come; we
will be together always.”
She shook her head sadly.
"Dear friend,” she said, "you have been
kind to me, and I and kindness are such
strangers, but I cannot go with you. I
dare not. because I—because I. love you.
I would be as a millstone about your neck.
You cannot lift me to your level; I would
"Marry me,” he continued.
but drag you down in mine. I have lived
too loYig in the shadows; you have come
for me too late. You have given me a
glimpse of heaven, but I must loosen my
hold of you now and drop back—back into
the hell I have made for myself. Good
bye,, good-bye!”
"I will not let you go.” he began passion
ately, but she tore herself from his grasp
and fled out a door into an alley.
He followed her, but the darkness hid
her from his sight. He paused to listen
for her footsteps and heard the sound of
some one sobbing. And when he approach
ed the place from whence It came a slight
figure sprang up and dashed away into
the blackness.
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CZAR AND KAISER.
All Europe Is Wondering If Good Re
latione Will Continue.
LONDON, Sept. 12.—The Vienna corres
pondent of The Times, commenting on
th* complaints on the part of correspond
ents in their inability to get information
regarding the meeting of the czar and
kaiser, says:
"The confidential official account of the
meeting will not reveal much more than
these correspondents. Well informed
people believe that there will be no far
reaching political consequences. It is not
supposed that Europe is on the eve of
new understandings or arrangements af
fecting existing ones. There is already
sufficient guarantee that there will be no
Russio-German war.
"There are obvious reasons why the
czar Should not extend his visit to Aus
tria, but it is not apparent why his for
eign minister should not have done so.
Some thorny questions might have been
disposed of satisfactorily in a few hours’
conversation between the heads of the
Russian and Austrian foreign depart
ments.
"Public opinion in Austria-Hungary
looks upon the Austro-Russian pact as
collapsed. Its fate is scarcely encourag
ing to those who wish for an Anglo-Rus
sian understanding.”
The Berlin correspondent of The Times
says:
“The agrarians, who were formerly
emphatic regarding the necessity of good
relations with Russia, are now afraid
that the German government is going too
far for those interests in Its advances to
Russia. A significant article In one of
their organs demands that it be made
clear that the friendship of Germany is
as valuable to Russia as Russia’s friend
ship is to Germany.
”The majority of the journals point out
that Germany must remain friends with
both England and Russia and commit
herself to neither.”
The Brussels correspondent of The
Times says that, though Belgium has no
direct interest in the czart visit to
trance, her role of an attentive specta
tor is abundantly illustrated by the news
papers. Regarding the Danzing meeting
it is not thought that important political
results will ensue from it. The interests
of Germany and Russia are believed to
be too divergent to permit of more than
an exchange of courtesies.
The Independence Beige says:
“If the csar can convince Emperor
William of the false position in which
many European states will be placed by
the adoption of Count Buelow’s tariff
proposal this will indeed be a great point
gained."
The Etotle Beige thinks there is a grow
ing estrangment between Germany and
Russia. '
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Nat Turner's Insurrection.
BY M. B. WHARTON, D. D.
On my recent visit to Norfolk. Va., I x
passed through Southampton county, and
stopped for a time amid the scenes made
memorable by Nat Turner’s insurrection,
which occurred about seventy year* ago;
when slavery, as an institution, was in
its fullest vogue; an<| When negro “ris
ings” were among the things occasional
ly but not generally feared. There before
me were the houses, the farms, the
graves—sad memories of the dreary past
When an event occurred that shocked the
world, while it terrorized Virginia and
the south. There were the very roads
along which Turner and hl* gang travel
ed during the** two eventful nights and
days, when the blood of the best people
in Virginia flowed like water under the
axes, hatchets, guns and bludgeons of
few ignorant and deluded negroes, who
were destined to pay the awful penalty
for their crimes on the gallows. I have
lived in Kentucky, and have seen those
spots marked by savage massacre, which
make it the dark and bloody ground, but
I have seen no place that so impressed
me as tales of the insurrection were told
me by the inhabitants—some of them de
scendants of the very people who were
murdered on that awful occasion.
Southampton is one of the large old
slave-holding counties, and seventy miles
east of Richmond, and about 150 miles
from Washington. Scores of well-to-do
planters lived there in those days, who
owned many slaves, whom, they treated
well, and regarded them almost as parts
of their families. Indeed all seemed to
bear the family name.
The Insurrection, tt will be seen, did not
occcur on account of harsh treatment of
the slaves. It was to the interest of
southern masters to be kind to tfaelr ser
vant* and they treated them well. Men
like “Uncle Tom’s” master were thp rule,
and Legree the exception, and in no coun
ty in Virginia were masters and servants
on better terms than in Southampton.
There were mere blacks than whites in
the county, but no trouble had ever oc
curred, and the neighborhoods were peace
ful and happy. x
"Far from the madding crowd’s ignobl*
strife
Their sober wishes never learned to
stray.
But along the cool sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their
way.”
But on the 2d day of October, 1800. was
born a negro, who was destined to dis
turb this peaceful order of things. It was
Nat Turner, sometimes called "Nat Tra
vis,” because he was working on the plan
tation of Mr. Joseph Travis at the time
of the insurrection. Eighteen hundred
was a memorable year for t’he birth of
such men or monsters. Gabriel Presser,
Instigator of the insurrection in Henrico
and Richmond, was borne in 1800; and al
so John Brown of Ossawatomie, and ail
three were born in October, "the melan
choly autumn days," though they came
to the front with their mischief many
years apart.
Nat Turner was never considered a bad
negro. He was something ot a pet among
the whites, as he could read and write
well, had never used tobacco, whisky or
profane language. He was a Baptist
preacher, and made great parade of his
Bible, which is shown to this day to those
curious enough to look upon it. One of
the leaders pleached the night before the
massacre, and sang—
" How happy is every child of grace
Who feels his sins forgiven.”
So this minister partook (what the par
ticipants regarded) of a religious nature.
Nat Turner regarded himself as a proph
/*t, and so stated in his confession; and
having studied astronomy some (that was
his favorite study), and he thought signs
in the heavens led him on to do what he
did. He said In his confession: "In my
childhood a circumstance occurred which
made an indeli- e impression on my mind,
and laid the groundwork of that career
which terminated so fatally to me. and
for which I am about to atone on the
gallows.” That was a prophecy come to
him. He, with three or four confederates,
had planned to begin their bloody work
three or four months earlier, but some
thing prevented. I think an election was
going on, which caused the people to
move about and be on the alert. It was
at a very tranquil time that the flame
was applied to tae fuel, namely, on the
21st of August, 1881. when the farmers had
been attending their churches and had
come back weary, and when many of
the inhabitants had crossed the North
Carolina line and gone to a camp meeting
in Gates county, in that state.
A feast had been prepared on Saturday
to be served ou Bunday night by Henry
Edwards, Hark Travis and Nat Turner,
and two or three others who were in
the secret, namely. Sam Nelson, and Will
and Jack, whose surnames are not known.
Here they met, ate, drank and consulted.
Let it be understood, this was not a gen
eral rising. It consisted of only five or six
at first, then fifteen, and the number was
gradually increased to fifty. The balance
of the negroes remained true and faithful
to the last, many of them exposing their
lives to rescue their masters and their
families. Some few evidences of devotion
to the whites on the part of the slaves
cannot be surpassed In al! history.
But Nat Turner and his deluded follow
ers decided to begin at once, and to strike
bis master and mistress down the first
ones; that master and mistress whom he
said had always been kind to him, and
whom it pained him to destroy. They went
to the house at 10 o’clock that Sunday
night, and found them all asleep. All told
Nat he must kill his master. (There were
some fifteen insurrectionists in all at this
time, aru tney were armed with only one
hatchet and a broadax). Nat struck at
his master and missed his aim, when Will
severed his head with the broadax. His
wife was instantly dispatched, and then
the baby was taken out of the cradle,
fondled by Nat, as he had so often done,
and with tears streaming down his face,
he placed it back in the cradle unharmed.
Two young men sleeping above were kill
ed while in the depth of their repose,
never knowing what hurt them, passing
from the repose of sleep to the repose of
death.
When a short distance from the house
Nat said: "My feelings overcame me and
I left the baby, but you must go back and
kill that, too, for ‘nits make lice.’ ” Two
men went back, the little one was taken
by the legs and his brains were dashed out
against the briek fireplace. The insurrec
tionists, with gradual accessions to their
□umbers, now went from house to house,
killing family after family, till sixty per
sons, men, women and children, were
butchered. ..
Strange to say, they were at thi* fiend
ish work for ten days and night* before
there was any force to oppose them. At
last a force of aoout forty men were or
ganized, but it was soon reduced to twen
ty, and this brave twenty, led by Captain
Steele, routed the insurgents and arrest
ed nearly all concerned in the plot. Sev
enteen were tried and bung at once, oth
ers met the same fate later aro still oth-
with lighter pvnishntent. Many
were banished from the community.
Nat Turner, the leader, escaped and re
mained uncaptured for nearly two months.
Great rewards were offered for him snd
he was supposedly located in several
states, when the truth was he was hid in
a little cave or hole in the ground which he
had excavated himself. Here he remained
for six weeks, lying up during the day and
going for water and food at night A
dog went Into the cave and came out
with a piece of meat, and Turner fearing
capture there, as the dog soon returned in
hi* absence and robbed him again, moved
his residence tc another place similarly
constructed, and here he was s»rn by a
hunter who happened to M resting *ear
the hole and captured. He had a fair rod
largely attended trial. He made a full con
fession and was duly executed, while his
men drank up the apple brandy so lib
erally stored by the unfortunate victims.
Not one Instance is given of these horri
ble outrages that ar* committed bj ne
groes now, their sole object being the as
sassination of the whites and plunder.
They took guns, jewelry and silver money,
but left the gold, it is supposed because
the ignorant creatures did not know its
worth.
Among those killed were many promi
nent people whose descendents now oc
cupy high places One little girl who tui
In tall grass grew up to womanhood, mar
ried and raised a large family of children.
I saw her picture, taken when she was an
aged lady. One or two ladles hid In out-of
the-way places and were saved, but sixty
horribly perished.
Where these awful deeds were enacted
magnificent crops now wave, many new
dwellings have been erected, ra.lroads run
this way and that across the once bloody
tract and the people in their busy lives
seem to have forgotten that such a butch
ery ever happened.
“As from the wing no scar the sky re
tains
The parted wave no furrow from the keel.
So dies in human hearts the thought of
death.”
Tramp* Hold Up Freight Train.
ST. PAUL, Sept. 12.—A special to The
Dispatch from Chippewa Falls, Wis.,
says:
A gang of tramps held up a Wisconsin
Central freight train at Ervine at 2
o’clock this morning. One covered the
engine crew .with a revolver while an
other held the train crew under surveil
lance. The trainmen and tramps exchang
ed several shots. James Ryan, a tramp,
was shot through the leg. The engine
was uncoupled from the train and run to
this city after police reinforcements.
Five of th* gang were arrested. Several
house burglaries which occurred yester
day morning are laid directly to the mem
bers of the gang.
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Public Sale of Real Estate.
GEORGIA—FuIton County. Under and by
virtue of a power of sale contained in a deed
executed by Mattie Evana, of Catoosa county,
Georgia. ■to the Southern Building and Loan
Association, of Knoxville, Tenn., dated the 12th
day of December, 1895, and recorded in the
clerk's office of Fulton county, in book 115.
page 517, there will be sold at public outcry
to the highest bidder for cash before the court
house door in Atlanta, Ga., between the hours
of 11 a. m. and 12 o'clock noon, on the 3d day
of October, 1901, the following described real
estate:
All that tract or parcel of land being In
Isnd lot 12 of the 14th district of originally
Henry, now Fulton county, Georgia, and de
scribed as follows: Commencing at a point
on the east side of said lot 12, 600 feet north
of the New Flat Shoals road and at the south
west corner of th* land purchased by John F.
Faith from Elizabeth Thurman, trustee, by
deed recorded in th* clerk’s office of Fulton
county in book J, page 302. running thence
north along said east line of said land lot 15*
feet, thence at right angles west 300 feet,
thence south at right angles 150 feet, thence
east 300 feet to beginning, being lots «, 7 and 8
of the subdivision of a 3-acre plat made by
J. C. Carter. Also parcel of land in same land
let, district and county and described as fol
lows: Beginning at a point 155 feet west
from a point on the east line of said land lot
I, feet north of the New Flat Shoals road,
running thence west 145 feet, thence south
parallel with the said east line of land lot 10*
feet, thence east at right angles 145 feet,
thence north parallel with said land lot line
100 feet to beginning, being the west half of
lots 1 and 2 of said Carter's subdivision. Ths
said east line of land lot 12 being also th*
dividing line between the counties of Fulton
and DeKalb and all the land here described
being part of 3 acres of land conveyed to J. T.
Carter by T. J. and J. F. and W. F. Buchanan
on March 19. U9O.
Said property sold to satisfy a debt due by
the said Mattle Evans to said Southern Build
ing and Loan Association, amounting to
11. 458.75. A deed to the purchaser will be mad*
undersigned a* the legally appointed
elver in Georgia for said association. This
August 30, 1901. W. B. SMITH
Receiver for the State of Georgia for the South
ern Building and Loan Association.
H. L. Culberson, Roeser & Carter, Attorneys.
GEORGIA—FuIton County. Under dnd by
virtue of a power of sale contained In a deed
executed by James E. Jones, of the county of
Fulton, to the Southern Building and Loan
Associatioa, of Knoxville, Tenn., dated th*
25th day of May. 18M, and recorded in book
118, foHo 588, clerk's office Fulton county,
Georgia, will be sold at public outcry to ths
highest bidder for cash before the court house
in Atlanta. Ga.. between the hours of 11 a. m.
and 12 o’clock noon on the 3d day of October,
19*1. th* following described real estate:
Part of land lot 54. in the 14th district at
originally Henry now Fulton county, Georgia,
and being known as lot No. 38 of the Hay
good and Hopkins subdivision of the Ben Littl*
property, more particularly described as fol
lows* Beginning at a point on the east side of
Terry- street 15* feet north of Bass street, and
running thence north along the east side of
Terry street 50 feet to lot 87 of said subdi
vision, thence east S 3 feet to lot 45, thence
south along the line between lots 38 and 45
—SO feet to tot 39—93 feet to the beginning
point. Being the same conveyed to James E.
Jones by W. A. Webster on the 20th day of
December, 1890, by deed of record in Fulton
county. Georgia, In book M 4, page 80.
Bald property sold to satisfy a debt due by
the said 3. E. Jones to said Southern Building
and Loan Association, amounting to 81,045.93
A deed to the purchaser will be made by the
undersigned as the legally appointed receiver
in Georgia for said association. This 30th
day Os August 1301. w B SMITH.
Receiver for the State of Georgia for the South- I
era Building and Loan Association.
H. L. Culberson, Rosser & Carter,
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