Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-02-25

west. 1t was generally known thai
he had made advances to win the IA
vor Of the lonely Emma, and haC
shared the fate Of all other Wooers-
a disdainful repulse.
| At nine o'clock on Christmas
night, 1887, the people of Louisbure
were startled by loud scream ofmor-
tai terror, while following, with
scarcely an interval, came successive
reports Of fire arms, one, two, three,
/ With a dozen deafening rears. They
/ flew to the shop of the milliner
/ whence the sound proceeded; pushed
/ back the urfastened door and a scene
Of horror was presented. There she
stood in the centre of the room with
d revolver in each hand, every barrel
discharged, her features pale, her
eyes flashed wildly, but lips parted
with a fearful smile. And there at
her feet, weltering in his warm blood,
/ his bosom literally riddled with bull
lets, lay tn E all-dreaded duelist, Hi
ram Shore, gasping in his last agony.
He articulated but a single sentence:
ATell my mother that | am dead
and gone to hellr' and instantly ex-
pired.
"In the name of God, who did this?2''
exclaimed the appalled, spectators.
II did it," said the beautiful mil
liner-'1 did it to save my honorll"
AS may be readily imagined, the
deed caused an immense sensation.
Public opinion, however was divided.
The poor er classes, crediting the
girls version of facts, lauded her he
roism in terms ofmeasureless eulogy.
But the friends Of the deceased and
his wealthy family, gave a different
and darker coloring to the affair, and
denounced the lovely homicide as an
atrocious criminal. Unfortunately
for her, tn officers Of the law, espe-
cially the judge and the sheriff we're
devoted comrades Of the slain, and
displayed their feelings in revolving
partiality- The judge committed
her without the privilege Of bail, and
and the sheriff chained her in the
felon's dungeon.
Such is the brief abstract Of the
circumsta nccs deyelopedin the exam
ination Of the witnesses. The testi-
mony closed and the pleading began.
First Of all, three advocates spoke
in succession for the prosecution; but
neither their names nor their argu-
ments are worth preserving. Orators
ef the blood and thunder genius,
they about equally partitioned their
bowling eloquence between the pris-
oner and her leather-robed counsel,
as if in doubt who of the twain was
on trial. AS for the stranger, he
seemed NJ OF to pay the slightest at
tentioh to his opponents, but remain
ed motionless, with his forehead bow
ID on his hand, like one buried in
deep thought OF slumber
When the Proper time came, how
ever, he suddenly sprangto his feet,
crossed the bar and took his stand,
almost touching the jury. He then
menced in whisper, but it was
a whisper so wild, so clear, so unut-
terably ringing and distihcda to fill
The hall from floor to galleries. ct
the outset he dealt In pure logic, sep
arating and combining the proven
facts, till the whole mass of confused
cvidencelooked transparent as globe
of glass, through which the inno-
cence Of his client shone brilliant as
a sunbeam, and the jurors nodded to
each other of thorough conviction;
that thrilling whisper, and fixed con-
centration, and the language simple
as d child's, had convinced them all.
lie then changed his posture so as
to sweep the bar at a glance, and be
gan to tear and rend bis legal adyer-
saries. His sallow face giowed as a
heated furnace, his eyes resembling
living Goals; and his voice became the
clangor Of trumpet. | have never
before OF since, listened to such muir
derous denunciations. 1t was like
Jove's eagle charging a flock K of
crows. 1t was like Jove himself,
hurting red-hot thunder-bolts among
the quaking ranks of conspiracy Of
inferior godsl And yet in the high
est tempest Of his fury, he stered
calm; he employed no gesture save
Oh the flash of his long fore-fnger
d tect in the eyes of his foes. He
pointed their venality and unmanly
meanness, in coalescing for money, to
hunt down poor and friendless Wo-