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VOL. XXVII.—NO. 29.
A PLANTATION COMEDY
BY JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
Copyright. 1894, by the Author.
The long days slipped by. To some of
those who were watching and waiting at
Herndon Wood they seemed io go slowly;
to others swiftly; but to all serenely. The
august presence of summer touched all
things. Her splendid garments shimmered
in the skies and nestled in the leaves of
the trees. The corn mustered its plumed
battalions and waved its green sabers in
the breeze. Long lines of midges maneu
vered in the air. Out of the depths of
the vt the morris dancers, waver-
ing and balancing in the sunshine.
ebb tide of th< west wind
in and filled the dark woods,
and from these cool depths there issued
forth two strange sounds that belong to
the long, long sighs that nature
f doubt and fear and ex
pectation against the all-absorbing shadows
.. ond the vanished horizon,
b- yond the earth itself—the Willis-whistlers,
calling, calling.
To Oils Maxwell the days were golden
~ r< full of delight. When
I : shadows of the trees far
I ird he walked with Ethel
low n the long avenue and out
< n : batk in the twilight.
Sometimes General Herndon would go with
them, and Susy Beasley; but
whether one or the other, the two young
people found plenty of opportunities to be
alone together, and at such times they
seemed to be happiest.
I hed the two young
kn< w what was
likely to b going on under such circum
no sign. He was very
fond of the young man. He found in Otis
Maxwell al cal eh ments that are
at one- the ■ ssenee and substance of moderij
m< , . ■ ■ of alertness, an
intuitive grasp and a comprehension ot the
large movements that were getting ready
to exhibit themselves, an optimistic vigoi
and energy that had already divined and
were eager to take a leading part in the
new industrial d.v< lopnmnt that was pre
paring to shake and bn. the shackles of
sectionalism. la this a- tive-min■! -d and
modern young man General Herndon found
something practical to contemplate, some
thing substantial to lean upon. He stal
led and sound <,I him. He went into poli
ties with his guest. lie diseoutsed on th*
constitution, the rights oi man and the sov
ereignty of the states, threshing over the
old straw of controversy. On his side
oris Maxwell spread out befoie the eyes of
his father's old friend an alluring p.etuie
of the results that would follow the devel
opment of the material tesour es ol the
south, and of the ’ tremendous industrial
.-s that would be mad*, »li<n le. tc u
atism had been permitted to burn itseli out.
But -udd.-nly in an instant it se.-med to
Otis Maxw th< «e o 1 nature had
Changed. The long walks with Ethel
Herndon ce.is. il. The general vas tea* > as
ittle excui ■ ■
even ask- I his daughter to go. but she
managed to find some excuse. One day it
V.os a heada he. am-iv r the pi -a of fatigue
til oti well real-
. . Eth( i W as avoidin ? dm. She was
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frank
in her manner and more serious.
The niv.-tery thundered at the door cf
Otis Maxwell's mind for an explanation,
but he could not satisfy it. And yet it was
perfectly simple. If he had tried to explain
it with his hood instead of his heart the
solutii ■ ha ve teen plain. It was
plain, f r instance, to Susy, who had many
a lauxh at l. lo on account of it. Susy
W"Uld look at Ethel with a peculiar ex
pr.--i n, tn then turn away, laughing.
"Susy, what are you laughing at?” Ethel
asked >m day, with some display of irrita
tion. "Am 1 i comic character? Is there
anything wrong about me?"
n ’t iQtiis it way,” cried Susy,
lau-thing more than ever. “Don’t! I just
■ in’t stand it. Oh, I shall have to go home!
My ides have been aching for a week.
Please, Ethel, don't look that way.”
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Mh.it is the matter with me? Do you
think it i pl asar.t to be laughed at, and
to your face, toe?”
"Ethel Herndon!” gasped Susy when she
lad laughed until she could laugh no more.
"How can you-oh, how can you be so
ridiculous?”
Ethel thought the matter ov< r while she
I idled a. rose to pi-ces. Then she suddenly
turned to Susy, a little frown on her face.
"Susy, you are in love?”
Susy had been getting ready’ to renew her
1 tighter, but now she grew s-rious. Her
head drooped, and she picked up her dress.
“Why. of course, I am,” she said finally.
“That is, I reckon 1 am.”
“How does it feel to be in love?” asked
Ethel.
"Don't you know, child?”
Susy's tone wag that of an elderly lady
TN A LITTLE WHILE THE TWINS WERE WAKING THE ECHOES IN PUR
SUIT OF THE CHICKENS.
f > is astonished to find anybody ignorant
uch an every-day matter as love,
jotv should I know?” inquired Ethel,
1 the dignity of a twelve-year-old miss. .
t. 11,” said Susy with a sigh, “it’s just
<1 al. Oh, you don’t want to be in love I
F , bVe lonely time. That is enough. 1
dC, ;P e now anybody ean bear to be in ■
i l°ltt just once. Heigho! You want to j
♦. g<V somewhere by yourself and think, |
\ anSjk, and think. You are never hap- ■
pv ; vou are miserable. You are afraid ,
soil ',' , s going to happen and afraid !
. • it
"t and in trouble all the time, ’
>rot Etl el.
than that!” cried Susy, en
ht s .tlly. "You want to see, Hur— Oh,
rut )U want to see that person, and
»el ,]o see him vou can’t imagine
rth you wanted to see him for.
w *ver satisfied until you have hurt
f’;, and then you want to tear
ycur hair for being such a heartless wretch.
You are afraid you are going to be ill.
Ycur face feels hot and your hands cold.
Green apples and salt don’t satisfy you any
more. When you are sitting by- that per
son you want him to be a man and put
his arm around you whether you scream
or not.”
"Did that person ever put his arm around
you?” asked Ethel.
"No—the big gump!” replied Susy with
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THE TWO YOUNG PEOPLE FOUND PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES TO BE
ALONE TOGETHER.
i energy. "He tried to, but he acted as if
i he was afraid it was wrong, and of course,
i if he was afraid, it was wrong. 1 wouldn’t
! allcw him to. No, indeed!”
| "Susy!” exclaimed Ethel tragically, "don’t
' Icok at me! Don’t come near me! Don’t
i touch me! I’m too despisable! I’m in
i live!”
She stepped back and covered her face
I with her hands.
I “Oh, dear!” exclaimed Susy with an air
j of fatigue, "tell me some news. Tell me
I something the whole plantation uoesn t
I know. You’ll survive it. Your color is
good, and your appetite is better.”
Ethel regarded Susy with an expression
of hopeless horror.
I "Me-, fful bi. -.-as!” sius cried. “I ssir
' never be able to hold up my le ad again.
I She sank into the garden seat and buried
I her face in her arms.
"There, there! don’t worry, darling!” said
Susy, half mockingly. "No harm has been
done. Since the whole world is as bitter
as a green persimmon, what does your lit
tle lump of sugar amount to?”
"Oh. Susy, Susy!” cried Ethel in tones
of wild distress, "have I fallen so low,
am I so degraded, as to go around day by
day displaying my weakness?”
"Darling, do be serious.” entreated Susy.
“Susan Beasley!” said Ethel, ’•aising h ?r
head and seizing her < ompatdon’s n»i.
“Don't pinch me, dear; please don’t,” Te
rm nstrated Susy. But Ethel held to her |
arm
“Susan Beasley! has he discovered it? 1
Does he know it? v
"Oh. how ridiculous!” 'exclaimed Susy
v hen she could control her laughter. “\\ by,
he is like Burrell was. If you were to pin
the information into his mind with a Mime
rifle he wouldn’t know it, nor feel it, nor
see it.”
“Yes, I know,” said Ethel, with a sigh,
j "Si’eh utter indifference.”
"What nonsense!” said Susy, witn an
j air of experience. “He’s in love with him
: self: and besides, he thinks you
yarkees.”
j “I do, I do!” exclaimed Ethel with en
! ergy.
Susy regarded her with dignified amaze-
’ n.ent,
"Ethel Herndon! Y'ou know you do not.”
"Come,” said Ethel, "let us go off some
j where where I can cry my eyes out.”
i After this conversation with Susy, Ethel
drew trick a little from her attitude of ex
treme friendliness toward Otis Maxwell.
Her intention was not perceptible to the
young- man at first, but presently the fact
dawned on him that a change had taken
place in his relations with Ethel Herndon.
She did not avoid him; she eluded him.
She was as friendly as ever when they met,
but somehow they ceased to meet in the
old way. This was unaccountable to the
frank young fellow, since he could dis
cover none of the maneuvers that caused
the change and kept it in operation.
Susy was disgusted with Ethel and told
her so with characteristic candor. But it
was all to no purpose. Ethel shook her
head. She said she knew what she ought
to do, and, although she was not as happy
as she had been, she told herself over and
over again that she had chosen the right
course.
But on the afternoon of a day that be
came a memorable one in the experience
of these young people, Ethel Herndon
tripped lightly along the garden path in
search of roses. Otia Maxwell was re
clining on a garden seat, and rose as she
drew near. She paused, hesitated, turned
to go, blushed, and remained.
"Oh, I thought Mr. Otis had gone on one
of his excursions,” she remarked, holding
a rose to her face.
"I have returned,” he said. “We shall
have to renew our acquaintance, Miss
Ethel. You are so busy with your house
hold duties that I hardly have an oppor
tunity to speak to you.” There was a ten-
ATLANTA, GA., MONDAY, JULY 16, 1894.
I tie note of protest—of inquiry—in the tone
of his voice.
"1 busy? Oh, no!” replied Ethel, fumbling
with the roses.
‘Ah. perhaps I have offended you, then?”
"How could you have such an idea?”
"Why, we have no more walks together.
You seem to avoid me. You Hit about and
disappear before me like the golden butter
fly- haunts the sunset hour.”
“It is near that hour now,” said Ethel,
archly. "Shall 1 take the hint and disap
pear? Oh, I forgot your net.” She seated
hereslf and proceeded to arrange her roses
in the form of a bouquet.
“The net has never yet touched the gol
den butterfly,” said Otis Maxwell, signifi
cantly.
“You must show me this rare creature,”
suggested Ethel.
• The one with wings or the one without?”
"A wingless butterfly? Why, that is a
worm.” The roses were incorrigible. The !
I red rose wanted to get too near the white.
I “I intended it to be a metaphor,” ex
claimed Otis Maxwell, watching the manip
ulation of the roses.
“Oh, a metaphor!” laughed Ethel. “A
. worm without wings is a metaphor. What
I next?” The roses grew more refractory.
“To drop metaphor, how have I offended I
I you?” asked the young man, frankly.
“I offended, Mi. Otis? Why, in dropping
your metaphor, you halve given it wings, for
it flies beyond nn " Oh, naughty’ red rose,
to make th- white hand tremble!
“But you have avoided me of late,” per
sisted Otis Maxwell.
"By staying at home while you were geol
; ogimng. But ' .•■ : V ■ ;ir:g .q. .
, through I'm i- Cato. 1 heard him saying .
: yesterd/y that you had found fragments ;
I of a fallen star and traces of Michael.” .
Tile white rose shook, but not with laugh- ;
ter, at tiie po *r little joke.
“Uncle Cato is not far wrong. He was !
trying to say- that I had found pieces of a i
meteorite and a deposit of mica.. More |
than that, 1 have found a v“in of black !
| marble that promises to be worth millions.” I
"But what does it all amount to—in the' :
ground?” a died Ethel. The r -es became I
more manageable. They’ would permit
themselvts to be made into a little bouquet i
after all.
“It amounts to nothing at all—in the i
ground,” responded Olis .Maxwell. “But I I
was. simply compelled to lind ii. I didn’t '
want to be mooning around alone in the
. house and garden. I was afraid your
prejudices—”
“Oh, m.v prejudices are not narrow,” in
ifierrupted Ethel lightly. “They do not
point at Mr. Otis. They’ are large enough
to cover the whole northern sky.” Once
more the roses were agitated, and the
bouquet became chaotic.
"Yes; I feared as much. And yet—” The
young man hesitated.
“And yet bow harmless they are,” re
spond 1 Ethel, forestalling whatever he
’ might have said. “They are as light and
as airy as the summer cloud.” The roses
were in a whirl and flutter of excitement.
“Ah! the summer cloud is the lightning’s
nest.”
"Oh, for s'fcame!” protested Ethel, play
fully. “You are putting thunder into my
po r figure of speech. '.Veil, my little
cloud shall float away. My prejudices are
like mists of morning. The closer you get
to them the thinner they’ are ” The red
rose nestled < losely against, the white rose.
“You were so kind at. first,” said Otis
Maxwell gently, "and we had such pleas
ant walks and talks together that I thought
we were becoming famous friends. But
suddenly you seemed to disappear, and I
have had some very long days to* myself.
If 1 have given offense, 1 want to crave
your pardon before going away.”
“Are you going away?” Ethel tried hard
to smile at the roses in her hand. But
the red rose fell at the young man’s feet.
He picked ’t up and pressed it to his lips,
pretending to inhale its fragrance.
“1 may be called away any’ day; I have
overstayed my time. I wonder that 1 have
not worn my welcome out before. But
your father has been very’ kind.”
“And 1?" Ethel’s time was soft and trem- !
ulous. Mr. Maxwell leaned forward and. i
took a white rose from her hand.
“Ah, well!" he sighed. “I have had i
reasens for staying. You will know them
wme day, and then you will forgive me.”
"Oh, I hope you are not going away
ai pry.” H--r lustrous eyes seemed to be
Shining through a mist.
“Angry!” exclaimed the young man. “I
shall be happy if I have given you no cause
for offense.”
It was an auspicious moment. The roses
in the garden nodded approvingly, and a
little bird in the wistaria arbor called out,
“Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!” at the top of his
voice. There is no telling what might have
happened, but Uncle Cato came up the
garden walk trundling his wheelbarrow,
• and Mrs. Fincannon came through the
house carrying on a conversation with
herself. Ethel turned away without an
other word, and Otis Maxwell turned out
of the garden into the avenue.
Mrs. Fincannon was essentially a woman {
of action.
“Have supper late,” she was saying as
she came out, “an’ we’ll never hear the
end of it; an’ here ’tis goin’ on to’rds night
an’ not so much as a chicken ketched, let
■alsne picked.” She paused and looked
around. "Now did anybody ever see the
bust of that? Not a blessed nigger in sight,
an the whole plantation a-swarmin’ wi’
i ’em from one end to t’other. Cato!”
“Ma’am!”
“Why, you’re as still as a gate post!
Where’s them little niggers?”
"I dunno’m. Dey er ’roun’ hero some’rs.”
“They haint no manner account. I dun
no why Bushrod Herndon don’t set ’em
free an’ let ’em go. They don’t yearn the’r
salt.”
“Dal’s so, Miss Crissy, sho!” Then Uncle
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Cato straightened himself up, used his
hand ais a trumpet, and called: "You
Larceeny! You Tricoph’us!”
Somewhere in the distance the shrill
voices of the little negroes answered: "Suh!
Yasser! We coinin’!”
“Whyn’t you come on here, when you
know des ez well ez you know yd’ own
name dat Miss Crissy want you dis rnin
mt?” exclaimed Uncle Cato, as the little
negroes came laughing and running. “I
lay es I down ‘you wid dihh yer spade en
I tromple ot. you you’ll come when you call
an’ spoken when you speaken to!”
“Ain’t we’s done come, Unk Cato?” re
plica Larceeny in a whining tone. "Kaze
how we gwine know, right down ter de
stark naked minnit when Miss Crissy want
us?”
“You better had know, I tell you dat!”
exclaime I Uncle Cato angrily. Then he
went off down the garden walk trundling
the wheelbarrow.
"Here we’s is, Miss Crissy,” said Lar
ceeny.
“Well,.less see.” Mrs. Fincannon reflect
ed a moment. "I want you ad to catch
four flyin’-size. chickens.”
The little negroes jumped up and down
gleefully. “Yassum!” "Yassum!”
"An’ be quick about at! Hold on; wait
a minnit! Mind, now,? don’t ketch that
dominicker roc.-ter nor that speckled pul
let. Whatever you do, don’t do that.”
’ No’rn; no’tn!” exclaimed Larceeny. Then
the little negroes paused, as if waiting
for something.
“Well, what’s the matter now?” Mrs.
Fincannon inquired.
"Miss Crissy, piease-um, save us de giz
geuds,” pleaded Tricopherus.
"Well, i’ll see how quick you run down
the chickens.
“Yassum, yassum!” cried Larceeny.
"Come on, nigger gal! Oh, why’n you
come on? How you speck to git any
chb ken gizzud stanin’ dar suckin’ yo’
thumb?”
"Hush yo’ mouf!” exclaimed Tricopherus.
"I’m gwine lots faster’n you is.”
In a little while Larceeny and Tricophe
rus were waking the echoes in pursuit of
the chickens. From the horse let to the
peach orchard, and from the peach orchard
to the flower garden, they went hurrying
and skurrying after the chickens. "Here
she go!” cried Larceeny, and "Yon’ she
go!” Tricopherus . With a "Yon* she go”
and a “Here she go” the negro girls set
I the go- -e a-flying. and created consterna-
I tion among the guinea fowls.
But the racket they made scarcely reach
■ ed trie ears of Otis Maxwell, alth ugh it
J was going on all around him. He had
oilier matters to think about, not his own
i foolish and selfish love affair, as he charac-
I tcrized it in his mind, but matters that con
cerned General Herndon. He had shown
tie- general in an .Vtlantpaper the official
announcement of the sheriff, setting forth
th > fact that on such and such a day and
li .ur the place known as Herndon Wood
would be sold to satisfy a li. fa. issued in
> Beniah Beasley.
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. at' .. iuveriisemettt. “I see. Tne papers
! have been served. But the deed will pre-
I vent that.”
I But where was the deed? Otis Maxwell
i hadn’t the heart to tell the general that
: the de-.-1 couldn’t be found. Eustace Max
| well’s executors had searched for it every
i where. They wrote to Otis that it was
j probably classed with the assets of the
I business, and had no doubt come into the
possession of these who had bought the
an I good will of the house. But no
| satisfactory information could be got from
Eustace Maxwell’s successors.
There was some mystery about it some
where: something was wrong. After th:nk-
I Ing over it a good .deal, Otis Maxwell had
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THE MAN AT THE GROCERY STORE,
come to the conclusion that both deed and
duplicate were among the papers of Gen
eral Herndon. But how could this fact
be discovert d? To asl; Ge teral Herndon
about it would be making an inquiry that
1 would compel Otis Maxwell to explain his
i own interest in the matter, and would
j place him in an awkward predicament.
General Herndon’s lack of interest in the
matter struck the young Bostonian as al
most comical. When he was told that a
suit was pending in the United States
court in which he might be interested, the
general at once began to discuss the recent
aggressions of the federal judiciary and to
enlarge on the dangers of centralization.
This was inti resting enough to Otis Max
well in the abstract, but the practical, the
necessary thing was to find the deed. That
was the only way to save Herndon Wood
from the rapacity of Beasley.
The chickens had been caught and quiet
restored as Otis Maxwell turned from the
avenue into the ruse garden. He had
decided to become a burglar. He could
go into the library during the day and
make a cursory search, but that was not
sufficient. The deed must be found, and
in order to find it he must have time and
opp rlunity. He would be gentle in his
burglary. There should be no curious pry
| Ing, no gross disturbance —oh, no fear of
that! All should be done decently and in
order. In the midst of his ruminations
Otis Maxwell saw Uncle Cato going by
with a rake on his shoulder.
"How are you this time, Uncle Cato,
he asked. .. , , ~
"Sorler middlin’ pert, suh, responded In
cle Cato, touching his hat; "sorter po ly one
day an’ mo’ po’lier de nex’. You look like
you mighty well yo’se’f, s’th- Is you by
yo’se’f? I think maybe you had comp ny.
Look like 1 hear you talkin’ ter young mis-
Uss des now.” Uncle Cato leaned on his
rake and laughed softly to himself. I h-uh.
dey can’t fool ol’ Cato nohow you can fix
it. I done been see dem kinder gwines
on long ’fo’ de war. Yasser!
"No,” said Otis Maxwell, I ttas only
talking to myself.” , ~ , ,
"Folks does do dat away, suh, remarked
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PRENDEKGRAST DIES.
IltEHir.LlNr, HE GOES TOIHIS DEATH
ON THE GAELOHS.
Until tlio End lie Hoped to Escape—Ho Want
ed to Make a Speech but was I’nrsuaded
Not to —His Confessor Advises Him.
Chicago, July 13. —A crime against the
state was expiated on the gallows of the
Cook county jail this morning.
Nearly nine months have elapsed since
the bullet of an assassin deprived Chicago
of her chief executive, the state of one
of her most illustrious citizens, and the
country at large of a statesman and a
patriot.
Today the crime waS avenged and Pat
rick Eugene Prendergast suffered an igno
minious death at the hands of the hang
man.
The executi >n was devoid of incident, as
the assassin went to his death like an ox
going to the shambles. Up to the last
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moment the hope of interposition from
some source or another did not desert him,
althoug’h he was fully cognizant of the
»fact that all efforts in both state and fed
eral courts and in the executive chamber
Jtad been exhausted. When it came to the
end he nerved himself for a supreme effort
and paid the penalty of his crime without a
wihimper and without a word.
Prendergast laid uown to rest for the last
time at midnight and in five minutes was
asleep. He slept soundly until 6:10 o’clock,
when he awoke with a start and in a surly
i mood. In a few minutes he was dresse I
I and asked for breakfast. He was asked
! what he would like p> have. His order was
for ham in-l eggs, fried potatoes and cos-
I but when it was pin before him It dll
not suit him, and he called for a porter
house steak, French fried potatoes, sliced
tomatoes and cucumbers, hot biscuits and a
big p t of chocolate. Then he cleaned the
j dis’hes. During the morning he drank two
quarts of chocolate in addition to what he
had at breakfast.
> The waiting time was spent in company
with Father Barry.
liitiic to the Last.
When the death warrant was read to him
at 10 o’clock Prendergast remarked to the
priest: "We may yet hear from the gov
ernor.”
Those who witnessed t'he execution were
the examining pltysii-iaiis, the members of
the grand jury, now in session, and about
200 ticket-holders, among whom were in
cluded the newspaper men.
At 11:40 o’clock the procession to the
ocaffold move 1. Prendergast looked
straight ahead and gave no sign of weaken
ing. Just as the white shroud was b ing
tied around his neck he took a long breath
and every tie imagined that he was about
to make a speech. In a second, however,
had set his teeth together, while his
fliee grew red and white by turns.
The two deputies led him to the center
of the trap, quickly adjusted the noose and
drew the white cap over his head. His
limbs seemed to tremble for a second and
then there was a movement from under
the white cap as though he were bracing
TStaiSglf •
Lust of Premlerg-ast.
Th^^^yi was given tq. w the unseen ex-
the b-xly swung round and
round. "TS**iC.
There vvirs—iffhYTorief, convulsive struggle
and the murder of- Carter Harrison had
been avengedwas surr._>unded
by the jury ot physicians and as soon as
life had been pronounced extinct it was
cut down.
The jail officials said after the execution
that tlhe condemned man had requested
an indulgence of twenty minutes after
reaching the scaffold fir the purpose of
making a speech. He was dissuaded from
his intention, however, by Fat iter Barry.
Carter Harrison’s Assassintition.
The crime for which Prendergrast was
hanged was the cowardly assassination of
Carter Harrison, mayor of Chicago. It was
on the night of October 28th last,_ just on
the eve of the closing of the world’s lair.
The fair was to close on the following
' Monday or Tuesday, and the city was
thronged with visitors, when at about 8
o’clock on Saturday night : A.?,;
rang Mayor Harrison’s door J»ll. U'*
, mayor Jived on South Ashland on i.'-
His butler answered the ring. Ine . <
ger at the door inquired for the mayor. Mr.
Harrison, who was lying down 1,1 t! ' 1 * ,
ing room, heard his name called, got and
stepped into the hall to receive his vtsiton
b Prendergrast strode forward two or the
paces, presented a pistol at the n 1 "
ir ed three shots in quick suceess.on. Each
bullet took effect. The assassin turned and
ran out and down the street, a s i v. a
followed and tried to shoot the fleeing man,
but could not for fear of hitting passes
Neighbors run in at the sound of the shots
and Preston Harrison, the mayors son, ran
down stairs, turning in a police alarm as
he descended the steps. ,
1 Mr Harrison realized that he was mor
tally wounded. His fiancee to whom he
was to be married in a few days, was up
stairs with one of Mr. Harrison’s daugh
-1 ters. The young lady reached him before
he was unconscious, but death came m a
very little time.
The news spread over the city with light
ning-like rapidity. Every one was shocked.
No' motive could bo attributed at the mo
ment for the horrible crime. There was no
clue to the assassin. The police knew not
■ which way to turn to run him down. But
they were saved that trouble. Within half
an hour Prendergrast walked into the Des
Plaines street police station and surren
dered, stating that he had killed Mayor
Harrison because the mayor had not kept
a promise to appoint him city attorney.
Prendergrast was a newspaper carrier and
a crank. He was convicted of murder on
his trial and was sentenced to be hanged
early in March. But his counsel succeeded
in staying execution of the sentence.
Mayor Harrison had recognized that I’ren
, dergrast was a crank and humored him
PIUOE FIVE CENTS
by promising to maite mm city attorney.
Harrison was strongly hated and deeply
loved by his fellow citizens. Without ex
ception all sincerely mourned his death,
which was a great loss to the city.
TWO ASSASSIXS HAXGED.
They Die Lautghiug' at a.n Accident in
the Crowd.
Montgomery, Ala., July 13. —(Special.)—To-
day at 12:30 o’clock Jim Calloway and Joe
Woodley were hanged in the yard of the
county jail for the atrocious assassination
of Mr. Ed. Grant in his store near Mont
gomery, f one night last March. Four men
were to have hanged 'for the murder, but’
yesterday Governor Jones respited Alex and
Wilson Woodley. Jim Calloway confessed
the crime, saying that he with the three
other conspirators engaged one Oliver Jack
son to do the killing for the sum of $2.50.
On the appointed night Jackson failed to
appear, and it fell to Calloway’s lot to
fire the load of buckshot from the store
doorway while the other conspirators held
Grant’s attention.
Recently Jackson was arrested, and one
night while being- brought into town from a
country magistrate’s, some masked men,
with rifles, secured the prisoner from the
deputies and riddled his body with bullets.
Jackson was a professional assassin. Joe
Woodley also confessed the cold-blooded
conspiracy.
On the scaffold both men professed reli
gion and were cool and brazen. A moment
after the noose had been fitted around their
necks, a spectators’ seat raised a number of
feet from the- ground, fell and precipitated
fifty people in a pile. Both condemned men *
were laughing at the incident when the
black cans were slipped over their heads.
In the drop the two necks were cracked and
Woodley died in eleven minutes and Callo
way in twelve minutes..
TWO BROTIIEHS EXECUTED
For the Murder of n Peddler Two
Years Ago in North Carolina..
Raleigh, N. C., July 13.—Two brothers,
Tom and Calvin Coley, white men, aged
twenty-seven and twenty-two years, were
hanged today at Louisburg, the execution
being private. The rope used to hang
Calvin had been used on seven prior
occasions during the last ten years.
The condemned men were unable to rea.d
orjwrite, had never been to school, nor in
side of any church. They refused to make
any statement, but indicated that they had
not intended to commit murder. Two min
isters visited them in the jail and they ex
pressed the hope of being forgiven for their
In June, 1892, these men and Charles
Tucker, a Jewish peddler, met at the
house- of two negro women in Franklin
county, North Carolina, and all drank.
Calvin Coley incited his brother and they
killed Tucker with .in ax and carried his
body into a neighboring thicket and covered
!t with ’bra.-.h. Finding in his pack $169,
they all went to Norfolk.
A year afterwards the crime was dis
i covered, th-; entire party was arrested, the
women turned state’s evidence and the
men were convicted.
An immense crowd gathered around the
jail today to see the execution, which, how
ever, was striotly private. The men met
their fate without emotion. The neck of
Tom was broken by the fall: Calvin die J in
eighteen minutes of strangulation.
GKEEX VERSIS OHAXGE.
Irishmen Attack 41 Procession oS
Orangemen in Philadelphia.
Philadelphia. July 12.—The battle of the
: Boyne was fought over tonight in the very
heart of the city. As a result about
twenty 1 ris imen are
heads and cut faces and a dozen more are
in the police station, charged with inciting
a riot.
The local societies of Orangemen It,id
celebrated t’he day with a pioiii it Ki-.:. .
Sun park, and with banners living th; y
parade dov/n Broad street on the way
back to their lodge rooms. At Cherry
street, under the shadow of the academy
of fine arts, a gang of green-ribbon men be
came enraged at the tune played by the or
ganization’s band and a shower of bricks
llew into the ranks of the marchers.
The pioneer corps, armed wiUt sabres
and axes, charged on their assailants and
for a few minutes there was about as lively
a riot as Philadelphia has seen in recent
years.
The reserves were promptly-ordered out
from tile city hail, only a away, and
the rioters were clubbed into t®Bnisslon.
At the Hahnemann hospital^elose by,
some twenty men had wounds, more or less
serious, attended to.
Daniel Kielt, one of the attacking party,
had his face split open with a saber and
receivetl several serious wounds.
Michael Bunns, one of his companions,
was chopped over the head with an ax
and both are in serious shape.
After the police had dispersed the mill
and locked up a scare of the rioters ths
loyal Orangemen resumed their march to
the tune of “Boyne Waters," which caused
the ruction all had enjoyed so much.
A MILLIOAAIRE’S SI ICIDE.
Worry Over His Moisey Is Supposed
to Have Crazed Him.
Chicago, July 11. —H. .Hanford, second vice
president of the National Linseed Oil Trust,
and popularly supposed to have been several
times a millioraire, committed suicide early
this morning in his apartments at the Hotel
-Metropole, Twenty-ninth street and Michi
gan avenue. Despondency caused by worry
over financial mattersis given as the cause
impelling him to take his own life. In ad
dition to being the second vice president of
the National Linseed Oil Company, Mr. Han
ford had large mining interests in Montana
| and was a director in the Standard Oil
Company.
JatHine.se Troops in Corea.
London, July 11.—Advices from Tokio say
that the Japanese government has char
tered sixteen steamers ami landed 10,000
troops in Corea, and a strong body of
troops will shortly reinforce them. The
Japanese government positively refuses to
withdraw its troops from Corea except
upon Japan’s own terms.
The Chicago Damaged.
Antwerp. July IL—The tank steamer Azof
broke adrift today and ran afoul of the
United States steamer Chicago, which was
at anchor. Both vessels were damaged
I above the water line, the cruiser to the
i amount of about $12,000. The tank steamer
j will be libeled for the damage.
Ravages of the Cholera.
I Petersburg,'July 13. —The official report
for ’yesterday shows that there were 403
' new eases of cholera and thirty-four deaths
from the disease in this citju
Chomical Works Burned.
Carteret, N. J.. July 11.—The chemical
works of Williams & Clark, said to bo the
largest in the world, were almost total'y
destroyed by tire this evening. The loss
will be close to half a million dollars.