Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1882-03-23

Going Down 80 the Chambers oi
Death.'
PORTLAND (Or.), March IL, 1882.
EDITOR SENTINEL: The truth Of the
above utterance Of the wise man Of the
Scriptures has recently received forcible
| illustration here in Portland, in the bring
ing to light Of a brutal murder, committed
last October in the notorious house Of Ill
fame by its keeper, Carrie Bradley. The
victim was q middle-aged farmer named
J. N. Brown, who came into own and
went on a spree. Being robbed in the
house Of the cyprian, he complained to
the authorities. Brown was Swallowed by
~accomplices Of the prostitute, drugged and
taken to her house, from which his corpse
was carried and thrown into the river.
One of the wretches who assisted in the
commission of the crime, the details Of
which are revolving and sickening in the
extreme, has made a confession. All except
one person implicated are in Jail. The
appalling fiendishness OF the whole rams
action goes far to prove the doctrine Of
total depravity.
Last week the city was again startled by
a double tragedy. Henry Prang, a prom
inent and popular saloon keeper, was fol-
lowed into his room by q discarded mis-
tress, and was shot and instantly killed,
the woman also receiving a wound from
which she died two days later. Her story
is that when she entered Prang's room he
snatched her pistol and shot her, aud
when she fell he dropped his pistol, which
she secured, and succeeded in killing him.
The testimony of other occupants Of the
building before the Coroner's Jury cor
roborate this statement. Prang had been
living with the woman, Annie Murray, for
the past seven years. The accounts of the
affair in the daily papers contained much
sentiment in regard to the slain man, but
referred to the woman in terms Of abhor-
renee. Prang had a largely attended fu-
neral the woman is carried to a hospital,
and her mother summoned from another
town, the only sincere mourner beside the
dying couch. The writer read with ap-
proval the following indignant protest
against the sentiment which casts stones
at the woman and excuses the man, from
the pen Of Mrs. Duniway, a woman of
prominence in Portland
81 rave noted the toni Of the public
press, expressing as it does the general
tone of public sentiment, with mingled
feelings Of pity and sorrow. Tons Of sem
timent have been expended upon the
murdered men, against whom the terrible
fat of justice has been hurled with fatal
vengeance; but not one word Of condemna-
ton of the fearful crimes against decency
and morality that led them to death has
graced the many pages devoted to their
obsequies. Hogsheads of wrath have been
spilled like burning oil upon the hapless
heads OF the weaker parties to the crimes
which the stronger parties money sus-
tanned and fostered until the reaction came,
and vengeance, sharper than a two-edged
sword, overlook and overmastered them;
but not one word of pity for the weak
victims Of the system that trades in human
passion ON the worse than beastly plane of
lust, and fills the earth with woe and
w~ickedness, begotten of lawlessness and
ruin. 4 n A Sister of Charity met
me at the threshold, and after some delay
in the quiet waiting-room, the door was
opened and the weary face of Annie Muir
rays mother-a chastened, sorrowing
woman-darkened the entrance. With
sobs the heart-broken mother exclaimed
that her hayward child was dying.
We closed u eyes and reveled in silent
reverie among the scenes Of bygone years.
We well remembered Annie Murray as q
child-a dainty, pretty, piquant creature,
who grew up like q rare exotic amid the
smoke INT CRIME of a clearinghouse
kitchens lily upon compost, q rose amid
brambles. We also remembered her ripen-
ing young womanhood. when, with her
head full Of d pardonable desire for the
pretty triles Of the toilet which goes so
far to fill q maiden's life with happiness.
and her heart awakening to the rhythmic
rhapsodies of endearing tenderness which
sometimes stole upon her senses like the
music of the spheres, she listened to the
wiles OF the tempter, and fleeing her
mothers roof, made the rash and fatal
plunge into disgrace from which there was
no returning. From that time forward
the young girls course was downward. A
man fret sought and accomplished her
ruin; other men contributed, God knows
how largely, to the general wreck, and
then-pure m passed her by on the
other side Of the street, or spoke her name
with scorn and loathing, and every avenue
OF life, except through the very gates OF
hell, was closed against her hayward, in
experienced feet.
Thine passed, and Annie Murray made
the acquaintance Of Henry Prang, a young
and dashing fellow, whose love, though
soiled, wal deep and tender. and was re-
turned with ardor by the young girl, then
fully budded, despite her life of shame,
into attractive womanhood. Annie MUIR
ray was no more impure than Henry
Prang; her life. bad as it was, was no more
a blot upon the fair pages Of purity than
his; and by every law of morality and JUS
tice he should nave made her his wife.
Then they could have risen together from
the mire of ruin and disgrace, and putting
the past behind them, could have walked
life's thorny road in unison. each forgiving
the others sins and bearing the others
burdens. Annie Murray would have made
Henry Prang q faithful wife. God pity
her, she proved only too faithful as his
mistress. The road Of return to q life OF
respectability was open wide to him; it was
closed forever against her. No wonder
the poor girl grew desperate when he sep
arated himself from her. and closing the
portal behind him, left her to her fate OF
hopeless disgrace, while he sought the
hand of a pure girl in marriage with every
prospect OF success. A girl with sensibili-
ties less highly strung than Annie MUIR
rays, however fallen, would have died and
made no sign: not so this ardent exotic,
with all her senses stimulated by intoxi-
eating beverages" NJ.
Kicking"