The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-06-23

silent sentry across the mont, and anon at
the two silently pacing soldiers who were
his companions III tn" casemate. I,H
His sole reading matter, ABiblo and "a
prayer book his only companions those two
silent guards, his only food the ordinary
rations OF bread and beef served out to the
soldiers OF the garrison--thus passed the
,nfss day and night of the ex-Presdant's
confinement. .. slr.I,a
SEWARD AND sTAEToN DISGRACE AMER Ca
AN INVALID IN IRONS.
On the morning of the Esd Of May. ay vet
bitterer trial was in store for the nsattE
spirit-a trial seyerer, probably. that SIiEsi
ever In modern times been fniictc8 Md
any one who had enjoyed such essa sfySr
This morning Jefferson Davis was Sfackled'
1t was while all the swarmine ofAps OF
the armies of the Potomac, tho Tennessee
and Gcorgia-over two hundred thousand
6ron7cd and laurellcd veterans pre-
pairing for the Grand Review Of the next
moTning, IN which, passing in endless sue
cesson before the mansion Of the Presi-
dent, the conquering military power OF the
nation was to lay down its arms at tho feet
of the civil authority, that tIss following
scene was enacted at Fort Monroe:
Captain jerome Il. Mtlow, Of the Third
Pennsylvania artillery, entered tAs.fprson-
er's cell, followed by tho blaoksiaithVof tho
fort and his assistant, tho latter carrying in
his hands some heavy and harshly.rattiinr
shackles AS they ent cred, MIR. Dnvis was
reclining on his bed, feverisl and weary
after sleepless night, the food placed near
to him the preceding day still lying un.
touched on its tin plate near his bedside.
"Well," sad Mr.. Davis, as they entered,
slightly raising his head. -i.'
hov ~ nj Il 49,,
sir,,' said Captain Titlow; and rs he spoke
the senior blacksmith took the shackles
from his assistant,
Davis leaped instantly from his recum-
bent'a attitude, flush passing over his face
for a moment, and then his couutenanoc
growing livd and rigid rs death. lib
lie gasped, for breath, clutching his
throat with the thin fingers of his right
hand, and then recovering himself slowly
heIgne-nv" "pi' e''-., .-,--''.i =: 49,, ." it".5I
ndtion and,then to shrink with terror, as
he glanced from tho captains face to tho
shaokles-he said slowly and with labor
ing chest:
MY God You canno. have been sent TO
iron moi"
"Such are my orders, SIR" replied the
officer, bsckoning the black smith TO up
proach, who stopped forward, unlocked tho
paddock and preparing the iettcrs TO do their
office: These fetters were or heavy iron,
probably fve-eighths Of an inch in thick
moss, and connected together b. chain Of
Ikr weight. believe they arc now in the
possession of Major-Gencral Miles, and will
form an'intercsting relic.
"T.bis is too monstrous," groaned the
prison err glaring hurriedly round the room,
as if fo.- some weapon, or means Of self-des-
truction.. Il demand, Captain, that you let
me- see the commanding officer Can he
pretend hat such shackles arc required 10
secure the safe custody of a weak old man.
80 guarded ana in such fort as this"
sit could serve no purpose" replied Cap
tain Titlow ,"his orders are from Wash
ipgton, and inc are fror, him."
''But he cain telegraph" interposed Mr..
Davis, eagerly ''there must be some mis-
tako. No sach outrage rs You threaten me
with is on record in tho history of nations.
Beg him to telegrh ph, gud delay until he an
swers." gm .,
"My orders are petemptory," said tho
officer, sand admit Of no delay. For your
patience. As a soldier, Mr.. Davis, you
know Il must execute ORDERS" -,ra
''These are not orders for SOLDIER
shouted the prisoner,. losing all control of
himself. "They are orders for a .jailor-
form hangman, which no soldier wearing q
sword should accept ! Iteli you tho world
will ring with this Disgrace The war is
over; the South is conquered have no
longer any country but America, and it is
for the honor of America, as for my own
honor and life, that plead agans: this de-
gradalion. Kill,my Kill me % lie cried pas.
sionatslys throwing his arms wide open and
exposing his breast, 'ratbcr than'infict on
mo, and on my people through nc, this i'm
suit worse than DEATH" . ...,,.ul l
"Do your duty blacksmith" said the off,
Ger. Walking towardsthe emprasure as If
not caring to witness the performance.
at only gives increased pain on all sides to
protract this Interview ~ F.,ia ~.
Atthcse words the blacksmith advanced
with the shacklcs, and seeing that tho pris-
oher had one foot upon the chair near his
bedside, his right hand resting on the back
OF it. tho brawney mechanic made an at
tempt To- slip one of the shackles over tho