The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1883-07-13


persisted in his abuse, aud had followed
McCa3c to the door of the latters room in
q mcnacing manner, when McCabe turned
on him and gave him terrible blow on the
nose with his fist, which knocked him to
the floor. Syberg arose bleeding and
rushed out of the room. In few minutes he
returned with pistol in his hand. McCabe
saw him coming, however, and Jumping
into bis room slammed the door and got
behind it, so as to keep Sybcrg out.
Sybcrg gave the door couple of shovcs,
and finding that he could not make it yield
he drew back, aimed his pistol at the door,
and deliberately fired five shots through it.
He then ran to the entrance of the depot,
and stopped to see what had been the effect
Of his shots. In a second McCate opened
the door of his room and staggered out,
bleeding profuscly from wounds in his
abdomcn-ca of the five shots having
taken effect. In his hand me held cooked
revolver.
"Boys," he gaspcd, "Im shot; III be Il
dead man inside of five minutes, but Pm
going to kill the man who shot me-
Syberg seemed to fully comprehend the
situation then for the first time, and he
started from the door out into tho open air.
McCabc caught sight of him as ho went
out the door, and apparently endowed with
supcrhuman strength Ne started on q run
after his fleeing assailant. He ran about
five hundred feet swiftly, and was within
ten yards Of the fleeing man, when he pull
ed up short, took deliberate airu and fired
The ball struck Sybcrg in the back of the
head and came out of his mouth, breaking
Sybcrg staggered forward and fell bleeding
to the ground. McCubo rushed to him.
grab bed him by the hair turned him face
up, and then, with the glaring CLASSY eye
balls Of the dying man gazing into his own
pale face, on which the seal Of death had
| already set, he placed the muzzlo of his
pistol against the marble forehead aud blew
the whole top Of Sybcrg's head off. Then
pointing the pistol to the breast of his fall
len, and by this time dead assailant, he
fired the remaining three charges Of his
pistol into the body. The last shot had
been lircd-McCa(c stood for one momcn, ,
upon the horrible scenc-its terrible reality
appeared to fill his mind for the moment -
he started back-his useless weapon f,lI
from his hand-his senses rcclcd-hc stag
gcrcd few stcps--thc death mist gathc. ed
over his cycs-hc rcclcd and then, ust us ,hc
Mortified spectators came rushing to the
scene, he fell, aud to the friend who knclt
by his side, he whispered in his dying
breath "Im sorry, jim, for this--l
didnt-want to do it didn't want to kill
him-I -l"-thc gasps grew greater
the whispered words were hard to catch
Il couldn't help it, Jim-twas nc shot me-
and had to do it ; telegraph to the folks at
home limits hard to die this way, Jim
and I'm very sorry it happened y and the
whisper, low though it was, ccascd-;ha
head fell back-thc CLASSY eyes took on the
! cold fixed stare OF dcatf-thc avcngcr HI, d
followed his poor insane assalant ON his
journey over the mysterious river into the
dark impcnctrablc beyond
Mr.. Sybcrg, when sober, was deemed on,
of the bcst-naturcd fellows on tn, road
kind, civil, obligng in every way and
thoroughly competent he was everywhere
esteemed. lie was originally from Little
Rock, Ark, where his father, who is civil
engineer, now resides.
Of Pennsylvania, but prior to coming t,
Mexico he lived in a town near Rochester
. N. Y. lie was sober, industrious young
man. and was much esteemed