The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1881-11-25
GATn'S PICTURE OF GUITEAU.

A wild, fierce man, with a certain
bravery of character, such as Booth,
might excite the animal interest by his
wildness, but this bastard, who killed
without offense, and for no purpose
beyond the filthiest thirst for notoriety,
meritcd neither curiosity norrage. L
detected him in an instant after enter
ed the room, though he sat among
many other people in the same kind of
II ctiuir, and without any railing, ofii-
GERS or anything to hedge him in. I
observed n sort of stubbed head Of hair,
such as is seen in the criminal pictures
of England, with hair rather bristly,
set low toward the front, and rather
flat back in the corners, uncleanly
looking hair-boorish. Under this
hair was nasty skin, a little like a
corpse, with some reddishness over
spreading its generally yellowish damp
ness. The face Was rather long and
pear-shaped. Around the chin was a
considerable quantity of brownish beard
yet without any warmth in its sandy
hair. The hair, the skin and the beard
all seemed to be dusty and dampeped, as
though out OF some graveyard. The
persplratlOn of this man appeared to be
ut fault. There was nothing woefuF in
his face, though it was Wolfish. In the
middle of his fore head was deep,
varying wrinkle, the principal sign to
me of probable decaying mental fac
ulties. 1t is generally said that de-
preston between the eyes shows a
memory well gone. In this case it was
d deep depression, with sort of
wrinkle attachment to it, which was
agitated light and left, like his fitting
eyes, which had a sharpness about
them, but not much rest except at the
time when something occurred to ex-
cite his vanity. you were to meet
this man, small as he looks to be, in
a lane somewhere, or in the woods, you
would so past very quickly, and would
wonder as you passed him whether he
was little crazy Or very wicked. AS
friend described him to me, he was
one of those men who always wanted
to do something that was not the thing
to be done. L judge that he belongs in
the number of that large tribe Of ILL
balanced Americans who think that to
publish book of any kind is lofty
pursuit, even if nobody reads the book
of Il newspaper, and serve ones day
and generation, is rather bencat h
human Intelligence.
again, but never with any increasing
interest, merely wondering how to set
before my mind and the public Il little
of the wondering which was in his
BY this / ito not mean
moro than that something seemed to
drive the man on and on, from point
to point, from thought to thought, and
let him rest nowhere, as if a voice was
always crying out, "Move on!" when
ever he halted. If you were to take
your eye off him q few minutes, and
would bring it back he seems to have
gone hundred miles since you look
ed at him before. That rapid, ner-
vous head had drawn him through
great periods Of space and of agitating
suggestions. He could not any more
pause than a mad dog, ever wanting to
drink, over frightened at the pool,
ever swapping, ever das hing on. asked
myself the question if he was crazy,
and it looked to me very probable.
The observation of persons l know,
who have seen much of Guiteau since
the killing, is to the effect that he is
not cosnizant in mind.
The novel restraints of habits are
but so many lines at which one stops
with every line obliterated there are
fewer cheeks i'll tho way of the inn
petuous man.
FREDERICK Douglas worth 100000 or
more. Before the war he would have
been worth about $1,000 and no more