The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-02-24
BOWEN DEMonALrzrD :--of all men in


the United States II. G. Bowen is the
man just now the most laughed at. He
was panic stricken last night. He be-
came demoralizcd as though snakes
were in his boots and jiniJams in his hat.
He had expressed the opinion in writing
that. Mr.. Beecher was q very bad,
naughty man; no less indeed than an
adulterer, a perjurer, and q hypo-
crite. After applying these pet
names to Beecher in public
letter, Bowen was kindly requested to
bring forward whatever proof he might
happen to have by him to sustain this
Rmfabfe opinion of the gentleman in
question. To this he pleaded want of
time to prepare the proofs. The Com
mittee kindly gave him time And last
hight Bowen was TO deliver himsel Ii Of
the proofs required, in the presence. of
ihe Committee and some friends at a
neighbours house.
True 10 tryst. Bowen appears. and
sith him come 81 pages of manuscript.
Eeveral persons besides the committee
were assembled in the cozy parlors; but
The. reporters for the press were ex-
riudea out of tender consideration for
ihesmorals OF the young men who WELD
lheecrayon stylus. Such tale as Bowen
was about to unfold concerning the i'm
moralities Of his own Pastor was sup
posed to be too gross and shocking for
bhe prophecies of those innocents OF the
rity press. Hence they were left out In
The cold.
Thus secluded from the outside world
Mr. Bowen was invited to proceed with,
bis proofs. He did so for few minutes;
Then, accidentally discovering Beecher
himself seated in one corner of the
room, he suddenly ceased. His cour-
age, like Bob Acres, oozed out at his
tagers' ends. At the sight ofthat mon
strum horrendsnn his face blanched,
Rnd each particular hair did
stand on end like quills upon
fle fretful porcupine. Handing his 81
sheets OF manuscript to DR.. Ward,
Bowen incontinently broke for the par
lor door. Seeing this, a Mr.. White, sit
ting nigh it and being unwilling to lose
5he evenings lecture, mischievously
burned the key against Bowen's flight,
ind put the same into his pocket.
But Bowen's generalship was equal to
ihe dire emergency, and he Instantly
conceived aplan whereby to turn defeat
INTO victory,-he broke like a quarter
horse for the back parlor door. Through
ibis he escaped, shouting for assistance.
But, did he call for aid from friends p!
from the police? No,-honor Forbid
He shouted for the "reporters of the
pressW They came. Reporters always
10 come. They brandished their keen
pointed lead-pencils and began to in
terview Bowen. From him they learned
lhat'he had just escaped from panel.
house. hlled with Plymouth Church ban
hitti, who were seeking his life, his for
tune, and his sacred honor. He had bare
ly escaped with his scalp-lock safe. They
had attempted to make him a prisoner
with the intent to turn him over to the
tnquisition where he was to be tortured
on the rack to make him produce his
proofs against Beecher. But he would
never do it,-no, never: he would die
frst,
All this was duly chronicled by Bow
EMS 'body-guard of Reporters, and duly
teIegraphed throug ughoutthe land. Where
lore he is now everywhere laughed at as
\ coward as well as fool.