The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1873-09-19
[J5 MI 9Na Il Marietta. Georgia FRIDAY Morning Sci
MILTON MALONE.
His Mothers Tenderness and Love

hearing before the Supreme Court
of Georgia and the judgment of Full
ton Superior Court was sustained
and he is to De hung. Malone is a
young man that was well raised, by
pious parents, 10 Columbus, Ca
But. notwithstanding this, he has
81 ent a wild, reckless life, having
| in the course Of his dissipation kill,
ed two or three men and always got
out of punishment by spending a
heap Of money, but the wealth of
his parents has proved unavailing
this time, although some Of the beat
legal talent has been exerted in his
behalf. He killed young Phillips N
a house of ill-fame in Atlanta, while
under the inheunce OF whisky, last
August was year ago, and to the
young men who read the JOURNAL
wa feel at liberty to say, that his
sad fate should be warning to them
to keep away from disreputable
houses, bar-rooms and gambling
shops.
Some time ago a correspondent OF
the Columbus Sun viaited Malone in
the Atlanta Jail and had an irter>
view with him. We copy portion
of the report:
"My father often comes 10 SEQ
me. | am an only child. have been
a wild boy /; have given them much
pain. But whatever | am and have
| been love them. 1t is because l
know that they suffer that my fate is
SO hard. l do not care for myself
s'Have you their photograph" |
asked looking round at the wall hung
with few frameless paper pie
lures.
He opened a trunk upon which he
had been sitting and handed me a
little poke. containing the two
faces and slip Of paper. ] held
the pictures up % the sheet of light
that came in through the narrow
window.
They looked down on that reckless
and wretched man in an eloquen1
complaint. They rested fondly OF
the swect-eyed laughing prattler--
the boy Of promise--the rosy-facet
tender youth. Those speaking eye
asked where he was, and fixed theil
steady stare on the prisoner under
| the awful sentence Of broken law,
Thou shalt not kill" | was re-
turning them with the unopened slip
Of paper, when he told me that was
something his mother sent him. !
opened a little poem, headed,
.IF."
II sitting with this little worn-out shoe
| And scarlet stocking lying on my knee,
| / knew The little feet had battered through
The pearl-se. gates that liz 'twixt Heaven
| aud me,
| could be reconcied, and happy, too,
| And look with glad eyes toward the jasper
| Fin the morning, when the song Of birds
! Reminds ris of music far more sweet,
| ] listened for his pretty broken words
/ And for the music OF his dimped feet,
could be almost happy, though heard
| No answer, and saw but bis vacant seat.
could be glad II, when the day IL done,
| And all it's cares and heart-aches laid away,
| could look westward to the hidden sun,
| And with heart full Of deep yearnings say
Tonight I'm nearer TO my little one
| BY just the travel Of o single day"
III could know those little feet were shod
! In sandals wrought Of light in better lands,
| And that the foot prints Of . tender God
| Ran side by side with bis IN golden sands,
/ could bow cheerfully and kiss the rod
Since Benny was in wiser better hands.
| IF he were dead would not cit to-day
1 ttSNe-
| knee
| | would not kiss the tiny shoe and say.
Bring back my little boy 10 me y
I would be- patient, knowing It's Gods way.
And that He'd lead me TO him Ger deaih's
silent sea.
| But oh ! to know the feet once pure and white
The baunts Of vice have boldly ventnred In!
The hands that should have battled for the
! right
Have been wrnng crimson IN the paths Of sin !
| And should he knock at Heavens door TO night.
! fear my boy could hardly enter I'M
read 1t over twice, and wonder
ed how often he had read it, and if
it did not quite break down all his
stoicism. Before returning it ask
ed for copy, which be cheerfully
gave.