The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-09-11


daughter and a son have been hurried In
to the iail and locked up in one Of the
cells to preserve them from the fury Of the
breaking storm. Following a little later,
the mother attempts 70 reach her hus-
band and children, Tho stairway up
which she must 60 Is throngcd
with iniuriate fends, through whom
she Fcleaves her way with desperate
energy, At the top Is the cell she
laborS for; and against Its door men
are hewing with axes. Other men, or.
demons, rather, place the muEEles Of their
guns within the CRATES Of the wall, andhre
al random upon the d~eienseleSs trio with.
In, Andiust here there Isl pathetic In.
terlude; she who has fought like an en-.
ragged tigress TO reach her attacked young
is overpoWered, and sinks for an instant
into the woman, the wife, the mother,
With piteouS accents she appeals TO the
hends about her, and demands Of them
In the sacred name Of husbands and
fathers that they spare her husband
and her children. L Is vain! As
well the wrlthing fawn may claim mercy
from the wolf whose hungry iAngs are
already redeemed with It's blood; and see.
ing this, she at once became q supreme
embodiment OF resolution and defiance.
She hears q cry from her husband, and
she fears for moment that hts soul has
auailed before the horrors which confront
bin. What ordinary nature at such o
moment would stop TO think whether q
cFy under such circumstances was one Of
cowardly apprehension shs wished no
quailing ut that moment; Win tue ar
full Of kissing death, she rose to the
grandeur Of hoping that her husband, de-
~ienselass, al bay, face 10 face with certain
death, should meet his doom without a
culver OF weakness or . cry Of mercy to
the bloody helI.houpds who were shoot
ing him to death.
She gains entrance to his cell and John.
ME is dead. His clothing is on fire aud.
dippinO her hand in his Nntling blood de or.
tiS1tisIa tt burning plGu. Was there ever
ANYTHING more feariully dramatic than
this picture Of mother bending over her
son and using his liie.blood TO ave him
from mutilation2 And even here, with q
savage hell roaring about, and scorChing
them with Its flames, the sister finds space
70 convey, and tho mother to hear, the
sweet assurance that Johnnie had died
without pain. It may be supposed that,
for q brief second, the motherly heart
thrilled with sad, albeit supreme, satisfac,
ton at the thought that her boy had
passed away without the agony and tor.
lure OF d lingering death. 1t may
be supposed that Q woman, who,
among the roar OF guns, the shouts Of as
sassins, and the knowledge that she stood
III the actual presence Of death, had leis.
IRE 10 fear that her husband might be
weakening before his murderers; who,
amidst the storm OF huckshot, could stoop
10 wet out with his blood the smoking gar.
ments OF her boy; who could, in the midst
Of such indeschbable horrors, gain q mo.
ment in which to entertain the comforting
thought that he died without pain; it may
be supposed that such q woman, envelop.
I'd in the smoke Of belChing guns and in
the presence Of the grandest OF Catastro-
Plies, found even . moment as she gazed
into the dead face for swift retrospective
glance which took in the travail Of his
birth, his beautiful infancy, and the swell.
ing hopes which accompanied him in his
approach TO manhood.
And again the scene changes. Meeting
unexpected resistance in their efforts al
murder, the cowardly hyenas skunk down
the stairway and resolved upon fire rs a
safer means Of butchery. The husband,
wife and daughter follow down the stair.
way, praierring to face the hail Of buck.
shot rather than to remain and chance
the horrors OF fire. Again another dn.
matte incident A gun is thrust full al
the breast Of Chisholm, when the daugh,
ter filings her arms about her fathers neck
and ~interposed her body before the muz,
zle Of the assassin's gun. He fires all the
same, filling her body with pellets. "Ant
her arm was shattered says the mother
after enumerating the wounds, "for l hearC
the rattle OF the bones when l tieC
up the wound with my handkerchief
Her face was streaming with blood" A
little later, the daughter, with her face
streaming with blood, her arm shattered
50 that the. bones ratified, and Other
wounds all over her person, Hoes TO the
door to plead for help for her diving
father; and then" says the mother,
some one shot her in the leg, and she
ran back and told me Of it." All, chival.
LOuS SOuIlTOuS! ALL ShlIAuI kQlKQtS OF re-
volver and buckshot! what glorious war
was this! A hundred to one, and that
one a poor girl with blood.streamlny face,
shattered arm, and pleading for help for d
dying father, What Q manly hand was
that which pulled the trigger upon this
bleeding, shattered, unprotected girl.
The sickening drama is about ended.
Johnnie ~Weltering in his death blood in
the jail above. The mother aided By m.
other son, and the poor daughter carving
home the riddled but not yet dead father.
A little later. and the spirit Of the son is
joined BY those Of father and sister. and
then the curtain falls. And this i Whsl
there is OF the Chisholm tragedy As re.
lated BY the wife and mother before the
jury that Is trying the man whose shot.
gun EGs brenoSt In the asSasSin's work
Will he be found guilty, and Il so, ehoked
70 the days death which such c1il, has A
thousand tines earned? Il i doab,tuL
We EnoT how hGrd It Is to h1nf \ rur.
derer eTeE here in Chicago; AID re ean
Imagine koE mrsh more &6eu!s the sask
II : ooananiIy where sueh 4 horror q
TIE G4hoim slaughter cold oeear.
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