Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1854-06-01
FAYETTEVILLE TEN., THURSDAY, IJNE |, 1884


e magnificent bus t, tie cheek Of F;
diant roses, and those large-orbe
e eyes, blhe as the fints of the Souti
: ern Summer-N Margaret Garry. :
=; Recovering from lier sudden swoot
/. she knelt for a moment with on
e hand OH the breast of her husband
and the other on the neck of he
Z brother; then raised her streaming
) ace via a look Of undtterable de,
pail. AND shgieketl tie wild cry G
!, the atheist into the vault of Heaven
"Hppe is delusion, and Fa;th a lie"
Then size bounded to her feet. CAV
Il frantic leap towards he triple mur
derer, fill PROSTATE before him, ans
exclaimed in tones of terrible en-
treaty, inexpressibly moarnful, Iik'
the vail Of lost soul
%, man of blood. Shelley, Shel
ley give me back my husband an(
brother; give me faith sand hops
once more, and | will believe that
there Is Cod
Then ] said mentally,I would not
be that assassin for the dominion o.
all the planets--the diadem Of the
stars
BqH he, the uulee ling lriead
laughed a low, sneering chuckle il
Ter lice E, and wiping ii S CORY knife
on his Sleeves. shouted:
Come, boys, let's ga,to the gro
.cery ahd drink! ThFeN rascals az,
dead, and cur counter shall be free
for ii week.
Ana the clique and their satellites
all joiped in a mad spree that tasted
/ till the next morning.
Intbe meantime the people APP
peared absolutely stupilied. :. They
collected in gxoups, looking sadly in
to. eadh others faces, yet scarcely
daring to whisper their disapproba-
ton of the ddmIing deed aud ia
king 10 steps to arrest the ass4ssins,
whose drunken shouts rcverberated
throughout the village. If the
truth must be told,. the citizens were
concerned for their own personal
Safety They knew that within that
grocery we're tw enty-Gye thorough
desperadoes, and more than hum
dred l3aded muskets.
The clique had friends, too, in the
southern division of the country,
where's the Cane Hill Lynchefs, under
Captain Mark Bead, had only five
days previously hung six ME n on the
same gallows tree. The Conscious
ness Sf these facts hang like
mountain Of iron on the hearts Of
the bewildered people, Paralyzing all
their energiesI and riettering their
llpS to silence.
There was an exception, however,
to this singular state Of terror--an
exception that manifested itself in
strange way There had recently
settled in Fayetteville, a young at
torney by the name of.-Albert Willis,
as might be read OH the small sign
board hung before the door Of his
humble Office; and no one then knew
or cared to know more about the un-
pretending stranger, who, with his
wife and one little babe, lived in po9r
style, and in utter setlusion. His
ace nese9 ,darliened the entrance of
he grocery; bis voice II ever sounded
Il the broils Of the gaming table; he
lever attended the balls or parties
# the village.
But he might often be seen wan
lering at the evening hour, with an
'pen volume in his hand, his gaze
-lternately glancing from its leaves
o the western sky, as if dividing his s
ttention betwixt the thought of the
dead and the works Of |
nature. Itwas reported, t
lso, that the bacchanals, as they 1
eeled home near the morning hour, a
lways- saw the rays of a candle /
from the window of big /
tuly. Indeed, Ball had oracularly i
ronounced him "a crazy student r
hough few could divine what a stu 0
ent was.
During the forenoon of that Sab d
ath Of murders, the young lawyer b
ad been out gathering specimens Of "
otany, and was returning across the '
ublic square at the Instant the af- t
'ay c1mmencedl lie stopped as if y
luhdar-struck, the flowers falling L
ON his hand, and stood fixed as t
tatue till the denouement Of the "
-agedy; and then, as he beheld the d
ssassi ns hurry away to the grocery, t