The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-10-01

once more pressed against II, so that only
the time II took Rossef 10 fire his gun wa
II open, ran my hand through The mis-
cradle CRATES Of the door and pattOd hi
> shoulder, and smoothed and rubbed hi
, face. Said l: Johnnie, my precious dar
ling SON, 90 back; the next load will XII
YOU" He only answered by o tendel
look.
LiTrLE JoHSStR's DEArH.
Meantime Clay caught Johnnie in hi
arms aud ran around behind the corneroI
Q cage with him, saying, "Bud Johnnie
stay herej l will hold where you were
holding; you will be killed" Cornelia
AMI 0verstreet were now oil who were
holding the door, and she was broken
down, the streams Of blood running from
her face, bits Of broken lead from the
striking oil the bullets against the sharp
bars rebounding 10 her face, which was
burnt and hlSckened by the powder
even the inside Of her lips was shot fall
Of the burnt powder; her strength was
last falling and the rush from the outside
was increasing. Rosser was provided with
fresh gun, and the wretches from the
outside were pressing up and shooting
and fresh guns were handed in by those
below. All this was happening more
quickly than thought can take recognition
Of. me door again gave way, and John.
ME, having escaped from Clay, ran back
Just as Rosser had levelled bis gun at my
husband, and cried out 10 my father,h
and, rushing between them, stood up In
his spiritof seltsacriHce, and Rosser, with
the same demoniacal spirit he had mani.
Tested all day, stuck the gun to Johnnie's
heart and fired both loads into II, the load
going clear through his body and coming
out the other side. When Clay ran off
with Johnnie, he had happened 10 have
Mr.. McLellan's gun. This he placed in
my husbands land, and with that gun
he killed Rosser. Ibid not know Johnnie
was dead, but saw Cornelia fainting, and,
leaving everything else, I ran once again
my hands through the CRATES OF the door,
and, taking hold Of my baby girl with one
hand, ! stroked her bleeding face. Irub.
bed II and chafed II 70 restore her to ami.
nation. Already was she falling against
the wall. / cried out, "My darling said
!, III you are only my brave daughter q
little while longer, maybe we will save
father. There Is no time to faint nv
child" Suddenly she sprang to one side.
l heard q cry Of despair go up from my
husband. Even then wondered that he
had ALTERED. did not know the signifi.
canoe OF the cry. heard Clay and Cor.
nelia Join in it.
Suddenly the crowd surged around US.
"Ont OF here,-let US out" was exclaimed,
and they all seemed TO drop down the
stairway as II by one action, save the two
demons who had through all stood on
either side Of me, urging the throng to
more violent crime. They went partly
down and returned, and, each taking 4
loot OF Rosser, the murderer, they (the
murderefs) ran down the steps, SprinSing
down two or three steps at once, and drag.
ging him over the bottom OF my dress. I
have since been told that his brains were
scattered all down the steps. The door
was now left open, and nothing prevented
my entrance to my husband. All this
from the time heard my husband cry out
in sorrow, joined by Clay and Cornelia-I
had not occupied, / am sure, two minutes.
My husband stood with the empty gun in
his hand, and the language is neither writ.
ten nor spoken that will convey an idea OF
his sorrowful face. 20 my wife, they
AAAsS aAAaANSASA Ahl IVY utbhlu. QbI6 L
met Clay. He gave one piercing cry and
said: 20 mamma, Bud Johnnie Is dead"
and here Cornelia: 10 mamma, Bud
Johnnie, poor little Bud Johnnie, is
killed" She said, Here, have carried
him here 30 they could not trample him
under foot" | asked where he was, and
followed the children, then may God al.
ways remember what I saw. There was
my Johnnie-my darling whom we had all
been most tender with, because in his
early childhood he was more delicate than
the rest-Johnnie, who had been 50 gentle
and forbearlng that his sister had often
said, bud Johnnie is so good l am afraid
he will be imposed upon Johnnie, who
had fought till one hand was gone and
then turned his head and one remaining
hand. his arm was stretched out, The
strip Of skin holding the hand and his
burning sleeve, which he had never had
time to put out, was still burning at the
hoiei a great hole was through his breast.
LAST SCENES OF THE TRAGEDY.