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! Curious Hayes Murdeffcase
OVERNOR ALLISON'S of- drinking, and there were no immediate
eye-witnesses to the encounter. The pros
ecution was unusually virulent, and. rath
er to the surprise of the court and the
public generally, a verdict of guilt in
the first degree was returned by the
flee windows commanded a
view of the best business
blocks of the city. Beyond
those structures stretched
a residence avenue belong
ing to the wealthy and pre
tentious, in whose colonial
ante-bellum style and ap
pearance was reflected a
modicum of the relinement.
culture and whole-souled
hospitality of the old south
considerably leavened by
the push and sordidness of present meth
ods and manners.
The time was the spring of the year,
and a gentle May breeze was drifting
through the lifted windows, stirring the
papers scattered upon the governor's desk
and bringing upon its languorous breath
the mingled perfumes from the lilac and
rose gardens down the way.
Governor Allison's gaze at present was
fastened upon an Elizabethan tower dis
cernible in the distance. Beneath its roof
tree dwelt the lady of his delight. His
imagination leaped from the eharacters
spread before him. and pictured her trail
ing h -r white dress down the marble steps
and through the rose-hedged pleasaunces
of her home, while her tender face, with
its complexion like the inside leaf of a
southern magnolia came up before him,
and the beautiful eyes, as swift to light
en and darken as the sunshine of heaven
Itself, seemed smiling into his. A pas -
. sionate gleam of love and admiration
crept into the governor's own eyes, and
l.ngered there as his glance fell to the
deep red rose, now faded and drooping, in
the lapel of his coat, and his memory
returned to the ball of the previous even
ing and its pleasures. A haze obscured
the morning sunlight, and, in its folds he
” «o derfd ' lost in iPV-e's yoyng dream.
,, Vit " a ret urn to business and affairs of
the present, he gathered together his pa-
ean*teitf]9r o»* a P" ‘film a run®-
l bet of names had teen signed. {Running .
his gtar ?e over it he sighed inv oluntarily
os he grasped the contents and.remem
bered the day and date. Twenty minutes
and the execution would be pyer. and the
celebrated Hayes murder ca, at an end.
His heart went out in a sudden and al
together unusual rush of pity for the
young man doomed to death in the flow
er and prime of his life, as the recollec
tion of the circumstances wrapped around
the case that had claimed and held pub
lic attention for nearly a year returned
to his mind.
Albert Have?, a well known and liked
young man of the city, had entered a
saloon on an afternoon in April, of the
past year, and greeted a friend with a
familiar slap upon the shoulder. The
friend. Stanton by name, had resented
the familiarity, and a fight ensued, dur
ing which both men had come to the
floor.
Stanton was mortally wounded by a
knife thrust in the brain and died sev
eral weeks later. On the stand Hayes
made an eloquent plea In his own be
half. stating that Stanton had fallen
upon the knife, which he had drawn in
self defense, and with no premeditated
intent to kill. However, both men were
, v ' - when he felt himself grasped from be-
♦ C e * se was appealed from the lower
to the higher courts successively, but to
no purpose. The murdered man had held
an important position in railroad circles
Whose promoters and backers in turn pull
ed the strings to which the politicians and
demagogues pirouetted. When the exec-
t U ‘‘ ve , was a PPaaled to as a dernier resort
these influential friends evidenced no hes
itancy m asserting that should he see
fit to commute tfe murderer's sentence
they would defeat him in his coming gu
bernatorial election.
Governor Allison was a self made man
having sprung from obscure parentage
and had elbowed Ms way up the po,! :
ca and social ladder by personal mag-
mtism and the determination of a will
as its Ca m^? th t,. one word - Persistence,
as its motto. His ambitions had cen
tered in the governor's office as means
of further advancement. Another term
,Tf nt a broader road to a senatorship
later on. The affair of young Hayes loom-
eo up on the political horizon, a cloud
at first, no larger than a man's hand
that eventually threatened to ruin the
aims and ambitions of his life He did
r m h r ate ln f0rmin * his ant
om it no amount of appeal caused hint '
to swerve.
A delegation of the young men of the
cll.v, headed by the brilliant young at
torney who had fought the case to its
disappointing finish called on the execu-
t!ve at his mansion the Sunday previous
to the date fixed for the execution, and
although gravely and courteously heard
and courteously treated, had pleaded in
vain. The mother and sister of the con
demned man appealed In person, but
the governor forgot his hwn sister and
motheB-to th.I. <.. im/cy --at. “
The unfortunate young man see_,_
day of his execution nearing, wrote tin*
governor a touching appeal for the life
that had barely reached Its manbood,
but the executive remained obdurate.
The memory of all these circumstances
rose up in Governor Allison's mind in
swift review, as he noted the time and
recalled the day and date.
He locked his desk, took his hat from
its accustomed place and left the capi-
tol. The sun was shining brilliantly, the
birds twittering in the elm leaves that
shaded the capitol site, and a joyous
feeling of spring and happiness dancing
in the air. It was a day in which to
dream and love, not a day for suffering
and anguish and death, and the thought
of how good a thing life Is even at its
worst crossed his mind as he strolled
down Broad street, and felt the thrilling
pulse of youth and strength throbbing in
his veins.
His ideas were vagrant and his notice
of the passers by slight and idle, until
one suddenly detached himself from the
throng and advanced toward him with
outstretched hands.
"Julian Quincy, by all that is strange.”
Allison exclaimed in the excitement of
hind.
"What is the matter?" he queried of
the policeman in whose grasp he found
himself.
"Matter enough,” was the ungracious
reply. "You have killed that officer, and
will have to go with me.”
“You are mistaken,” Allison replied.
"He attacked a friend and myself, and
has been shot in self-defense. The party
who done the shooting has gone for as
sistance.”
"That won’t do. I saw it ah, and ihpre
wasn’t any other man. I hope you wiil
swing for it, as he is the best friend I
had. Come, you will have to go witn me
and tell your tale to some one else."
Allison discovered himself in a quan
dary. A crowd was gathering and in
creasing every moment. What kept
Quincy? He made a step In the direction
of the physician’s office, and found him
self grasped by more than one pair of
hands.
"Take your hands off of me." he com
manded. his indignation rising. "1 am
Governor Allison, and I tel! you I did not
kill the man,” but his voice was drowned
ln the hootings of the crowd.
"What are you giving us, old boy?” a
street urchin sang out. “We know the
governor, and you look a precious heap
like him, now don't you?”
The executive afterwards remembered
the next half of an hour as a night marc
He bad a confused recollection of a mass
of angry faces, and of what seemed an
Interminably long journey to the station
house, and of two stones that were
thrown, the propellers of which were im
mediately arrested, thereby lending extra
excitement to the occasion. Both struck
him, one on the right cheek near the
eye, making an ugly, but not dangerous
wound, the other on the tr^ pie momen
tarily stunning him, and it w^i in a half
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Williams, beat 7. The jailer, and the few
who visited him through idle curiosity,
laughed when he told them he was Gov
ernor Allison, and Sapped their fore
heads significantly when he reiterated
the same.
At the preliminary hearing the judge
asked him the usual questions, and when
he had listened to Allison's replies, leaned
forward with a searching look at too
prisoner, and said gravely and half pity
ingly :
"My good fellow, take my advice and
drop all that nonsense about being Gov
ernor Allison. Our governor is alive and
well. I saw and talked with him yes
terday. You cannot escape ,he punish
ment of your crime by any such fiimsy
pretext."
For a moment Allison stared at his ad
viser stupidly, then riveting his gaze
upon the judge's countenance, he wins
pered:
"Who is he? Who is the governor."
The judge moved impatiently, and Al
lison was taken away. He caught a
glimpse of his altered face, disfigured by
the two heavy scars and the loss of his
beard in a small mirror as he was led
through the ante room, and a sick feel
ing of desolation and despair rushed ove."
him. No wonder he was not recognized.
That altered and disfigured visage was
not the governor who had manipulated
the affairs of the state a few short weeks
ago.
That night a gold moon shone redly
down on the windows of the Tower,
which occupied an isolated spot close
to the river and a pine belt heyond.
A man stood at one of the many windows
with a white face uplifted to the space
less dome above. The summer adc was
vibrant with insect life, and the river
down below rippled softly and melodious
ly throughout the night, while the man
at the casement grasped the bars with
lo I was until
is fifteen years since we parted, ad
surprised that you recognised me so read!
ily. I hardly expected you to know roe.”
“Not know you,” Allison said incredn-
lously. “It is myself,then I should not
know. Time has not changed the like
ness of our boyhood.. I almost thought
it was myself coming to meet myself,
and he laughed heartly at the Idea. "It
is like looking in a mirror to see you.
Cousins we may be. but I ang, convinced
that nature intended us for twin broth
ers."
"Do you remember,” he continued as
his companion turned and walked with
him, “do you remember the day your
mother caught me perched in her fruit
tree with my pockets full of her finest
apricots, and how she hauled me down
and thrashed me soundly under the im
pression that I was her own offspring?
Also that you were hiding behind the
barn an eye witness of the whole affair,
too badly frightened to enjoy the mis
take or come forward and exculpate me?
Not but that l deserved ail and more
than I received, however.”
Both men were laughing at the remi
niscence as they turned the corner of
"»y- £
>ovt nmggw ww a ,. u »n, and tie. had nbt
egalned his equilibrium when the man
With an oath drew his pistol and !pre-
.) tared to use It. Remembering that his
ciwn weapon was In the private drawer
of his office desk, the governor threw up
hfs arm ln the instinct of s'elf-preserva-
tibn, but before he had time to realize
wQiat was occurring, so rapidly had
even ts crowded- upon the heels of each
otiler, he saw the officer stretched upon
tht ground, a bullet hole, in his temple,
and bis cousin bending over the man
wi.th a smoking revolver in his hand.
“.Jove, I have killed the man Ibelieve,
but| be atacked me first, and the old in
stinct of bush life came over me,” Quin
cy exclaimed as he examined the pros
trate figure. “He seems to be breath
ing. That Is a physician’s sign across
the way, is it not?' I will call him,” and
dropping his weapon on the asphalt Quin
cy hurried across the street.
Thti hour was noon, and for the moment
there' was no one in sight, the street,
ajwajrs retired, being unusually bare of
pedestrians. With a sensation of peculiar
loathing almost amounting to fear, Alli
son stooped to examine the officer, and
'was Reeling of the dead man’s heart
was aim fed toprfialt of
of the wound’ ytifa his cheel
When strength and reason returned he
set himself to unravel the. complications
that were wrapping themselves around
his fate. That the affair would terminate
seriously he refused for one minute to
believe. He knew Quincy as well and
probably better than that person knew
himself, and understood thoroughly the
weakness of purpose and cowardice in
unexpected danger that had always been
the carefully concealed and glossed over
characteristics of the boy and man, but
that his cousin would deliberately allow
him to suffer for a crime for which
neither of them had been In the leasL to
blame he did not and could not Imagine.
He thought it strange that none of his
political friends and supporters, to say
nothing of long standing friends, had yet
visited him or exercised themselves in his
behalf, but no doubt of the final issue
disturbed him.
However, the days went by and drifted
down the Current of the past slowly and
monotonously, and Governor Allison, cbiet
executive of the state, and possible can
didate for the senatorship of the tenth
district, remained a close prisoner in the
Tower accused of the murder of James
his, and seen her lovely eyes
at him as she gave him the rose, the red
rose of the south. How long, how long,
and with whom did she walk and talk
and dance now, and who was the gov
ernor? Ah, who was the governor? The
whisper floated out on the night air, and
the softly flowing river down below gave
back the words. *
Their answer came on- the Tuesday of
the following week, when the quondam
governor sat between his guards and the
faces of a crowded court room gazed into
his. The trial had been in progress the
greater part of the forenoon. Several wit
nesses had been called and examined and
the physician who had made an exami
nation of the murdered man was conclud
ing his professional testimony when a
stir occurred in the court coom occa
sioned by the entrance of five gentle
men in a body. Glancing at their faces
Aiilison noticed that Quincy was one of
the party, and renewed hope came to
him. His cousin bad doubtless been de
tained from appearing in his behalf. He
was called at this juncture to respond
to a cross examination of the state at
torney, and as he took his place his gaze
CONTINUED ON HAST PAGE.
Hearts Courageous 1 By Hallie Erminie Rives
Author of
"Smoking Flux**
*A Furnace of Earth*
Etc
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
IN THE TRENCHES.
ENRY contrived to send ear
ly news of Anne’s safety
to Castle Hill, so that
when she returned there
she found the household
undisturbed.
The sound of war had
moved eastward, down the
peninsula. Lafayette, the
"hoy,” who the British
commander wrote could
not escape him, without
sufficient men to meet his
adversary went playing
ehaso-the-fox. He hung on Cornwallis'
flanks covering the American stores, an
ticipated his moves, harassed him. wor
ried him with a thousand pin-pricks, ln
return, Tarleton and Simcoe played their
wanton mischief, slaughtered the cattle,
cut the throats of the young horses, de
stroyed the growing corn and tobacco and
burned the barns. The path of the British
front remained a trail of ruin and deso
lation.
Anne's sight of Armand at the river
camp had seared her heart with a wish
to be less far from him. She dreamed
of battle fields on which he lay dying—
and she still misunderstood, still unfor
given.
Letters meantime came from Betsy
Byrd. H»r father had been failing in
health, was taking no part in the strug
gle, and so far Westover had been in
no way molested. Francis was a captain
in Weedon's regiment.
"Only think, dear," wrote Betsy; ”'tis
tbe same old man who kept the tavern
at Fredericksburg. To think of Frank
serving under him!” An unconscious in
dication of the maternal leanings.
if other were needed, it was easily to
for dinner on his raid upon Richmond, and
Cornwallis had crossed the river at West-
over and had been entertained. Pages
were devoted to a description of Tarle
ton. over whom Betsy went into rap
tures.
Spurred by her craving for nearer news
of the armies than reached Charlottes
ville. Anne answered in person the invi
tation the letters held, rode to Richmond
with Henry when he returned from the
Assembly at Staunton, anil from Rich
mond came in two hours' sail to West-
over.
The war had touched Mrs. Bryd light
ly. She was as handsome and as pep
pery as ever and exhibited a certainty
of British plans which Anne had occa
sion to remember later, when there were
no gentle whispers of investigating the
self-satistied lady’s conduct. She treated
the visitor, however, on this occasion,
with consideration and refrained from us
ing the word “rebel” oftener than she
deemed necessary. Nor did she gibe at
Francis' commission in the Continental
army.
A week spent at Westover. the Byrd
pinnace took Anne down the river to
BurweH's, a proceeding at which Mrs.
Byrd feebly protested, as the place was
within a half dozen miles of Williams
burg. now the center of activity of both
armies. But Anne reminded her that
Colonel Tillotson was with Givernor Nel
son's militia In the neighborhood, and
would not be dissuaded.
The first hours of her arrival at Bur-
well's were gilded by two bits of news;
one that her uncle was daily expected
there, the other that Gladden Hall was
as yet undisturbed.
But this latter gleam was soon to be
clouded. Mammy Evaline appeared the
morning after Anne's arrival, half-crazed
with grief and fear that was not ap
peased by the unexpected sight of his mis-
She threw herself in a quivering heap
and clasped Anne’s feet.
“Gord. Gord. honey!” she sobbed. "Dee
come et las'! Co’nwallTs done ransack
Gladden Hall las' night en he sojers
kyai-'d meh po’ boy ersmy wid ’em.
Whut’s we ter do, honey? Dee’s dp.r now.
•Yo’ reck’n dee done kilt him yit?”
Anne stopped and patted the jerking
shoulder. “Don’t cry. Mammy.” she-cnm-
forted; "John-the-Baptist belongs to me.
Do you suppose any Britisher would dare
to hurt him?"
"Dat’s whut I tol’ ’em, honey; flat's
whut I toi’ ’em. ‘Dat boy Tongs ter meh
li’l mis’,’ I says, ’en yo’ karnt tech er
ha’r er he haid!’ En dee look at me
pizen-Iak. and one say ter go ’way, fo‘
dee gwintcr cut off he years!” She end
ed in a wail.
"Now. Mammy.” chid Anne with de
cision. “don’t you be frightened. I shall
see that he is given back.”
The old woman caught her breath in a
sob of joy. "Oh. meh 11T lamb! I knows
yo’ gwinter mek ’em let meh boy go! 1
knows et!" and afie went away, trusting,
to the quarters.
An hour later Anne took the York-
town high road, mounted on the least
tempting of tbe horses the Burwells kept
hidden in the woods. Opposite Williams
burg she climbed a knoll, but could see
little sign of life in its deserted streets.
Small wonder, for CfarnwaHls was only a
handful of miles 4^ a Y- Here she turned
to her left into an unused bridle path,
leading by a short cut to Gladden Hall.
She went boldly enough, with many
self-assurances, and so, a bare baft mile
from the gates, rode full tilt .upon a
group of British soldiery resting. In the
shade.
They sprang to their feet as her horse
went back uiion his haunches, and two :
of them seized his bridle, hut dropped
if at a word from an officer. The latter
came forward^
* "Your pardon. Mistress," he said cour
teously but firmly. “You cannot pass
farther in this direction.”
"Why not?” fehe said calmly. “’Tis the
first time I v. as ever denied entrance to
my own home.”
He bowc’rt now, with hat in his hand.
"General Cornwallis occupies the house
‘at present as! bis own quarters.”
“I know It. I I have personal business
with his Lordbhip.”
"In that .ease," he responded, "you rosy
pass. I shall take pleasure in escort
ing you itmJone of the general’s aides."
He mourkedj and they rode in silence
to the gaies. i Here and there a picket
stopped from i the roadside, but saluted
as he saw her guide.
At the emtiance to the grounds the
ruin reveil^di* Erougit a pang to her
heart. Ttje'j hedges were trampled down,
the marbles’along- the drive defaced,
and a wisp of smoke still cruled from
the burned ^ilrns. She choked back her
tears, feeling, the other’s eyes covertly
upon hen ;
How familiar seemed the broad-col
umned the windows, the wide
door—bitt hous unfamiliar now in its de3-
;-5 ‘
aside as she entered the
the half-open door of-the
she saw braided uniforms
a table from which float-
und of laughter and the
le of gtasses, filled from
olation!
The .lide-stq
halL Thrqug
drawitg roon
grouped about
ed frit the s
clink land tin
the cellars.
“Aid they tail me. - * rolled a full voice,
withla bantering chord in it, “that you
wonTt have shared the lot of them at
Chadottesvlllq were It not for a girl. Fie,
Color.eit A dragoon should have a stern
er heart' Come now, make a clean breast
. ttVho 'was the light-heeled dam-
ill otson 3 of Gladden Hall,”
announced the aide at the door.
Anne went red and white at this con
tretemps. and Tarleton sprang up with
such ag exclamation that Lord Corn
wallis, who had risen also, looked aston
ishment from one to the other. Then the
commander caught the situation and
laughed,, as did the whole company.
Th'e merriment sent resentment to
Anne's, f9.ee. and the general sobered in
stantly into courteous contritlop. Look
ing at her eager face, he had a vision
of English’ spearmen thrusting against
their crown at Prestonpans—of stern
visored English Round-heads battering
against king's pikes at Newberry. Eng
lishmen In all ages had been the same;
they chose a court, but would have free
dom clothe it as a mantle. And if the
women of this land strove as this one,
what hf the men?
. "You' bear easy honors. Mistress,” he’
said, “therefore overlook our hilarity,
which, I do protest, was yet ill-timed
in the pain which the hard usage of such
a noble mansion must bring. I regret-,”
he added, "that such things .must be.
War is not a tender game, and beauty
must suffer with the Test/’
“You mistake,” she told him quickly.
"I come not to complain, hut to ask a
favor. A negro was taken on this prop
erty an<L is now heia by your men. He
has been my own body servant all my
life. Surely you cannot lack for serv
ants. 1 ask you now to give him back
to me."
"It's the nigger named John-the-Bap
tist, X presume, sir,” suggested one of
the officers. "Colonel Dundas has him.”.
Cornwallis bowed, with an easy, good-
humored smile on his big, .confident, mas
terful face. “We who enjoy the hospital
ity of this mansion can scarce
refuse so light a favor to her who, un
der happier circumstances, should be pur
hostess; You shall have-your body-serv
ant, Mistress." , ,
“I thank your Lordship,” said Anne,
with dignity.
Seating himself. Corflwallis wrote a
hasty line, folded the paper and handed
it to’ her.
“Colonel Dundas' brigade lies with
Simcoe at Spencer's Ordinary, on the
Williamsburg road,” he said. “He will
give you return passes.”
The officers rose as she swept a low
curtsy from the threshold. Tiie aide
held her stfrrup with deference, and she
cantered down through the gates and
took the west road with a joyfully beat- ’
Ing heart and the written order in the
pocket ot her gown.
But she did not finish the journey.
She had fared scarce half the way when
a far popping came from the distance.
The next bill showed puffs of smoke
hanging above the trees, and she knew
that the sound was the rattle of engag
ing musketry. Could, her eye have
. pierced beneath that foliage she would
have seen the first skirmish of Lafay
ette's campaign—the brilliant charge of
McPherson’s dragoons upon Simcoe’s
rangers.
She had pulled up. startled at the sound,
when a low but familiar voice called her
from the thicket.
"John-the-Baptist!" she cried.
“Yas’m, Mis’ Anne, et's me." he re
sponded with a moist grin, parting the
bushes. “I warn’ gwineter curry no
Britisher hosses long! 'Twarn no use’n
’em wallopin’ me—meh hide’s tougher'n
whltleather!”
"They let you go?”
He threw back his head like a baying
hound and laughed loosely.
"Norm! Dem squinch-eyed scounls
nuver let nuttin’ go. I kep’ meh eyes
skunt' en tuk ter de bresh dls ve’y
’ mawnln’ slicker’n er weasel. Greased
lightnin’ couldn’ ketch me! Whut yo’
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