The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-10-02

You NAV nave >Ntu street rlol'
That u ,.mplv the outer circles of a
whirlpool 4 shower Of brick bats "a
sure up and down "a dozen broken
heais-a cry OF "police, and your
crowd scatter, like sheep, and sinks
away like cars,
A mob sets ont TO resist the authorl-
ties Nine out Of every ten men in II
are towards. Iloy boast and brag and
encourage. but they keep their own
bodies in the back ground. They want
10 see someone nurt but they know the
law will triumph, and thew want TO be
able 10 prove that they were simply
lookers-on. One brave man will walk
into a mob and defy and oyer-awe it.
A brutal outrage has been commit
ted. 1t is an affair that s,irs the blood
OF sons and brothers and brings dan
gerous light 10 the ewes Of husbands
and fathers. There is no Boosting or
shouting, Knots OF men gather here
and there, and they speak with fierce
earnestness, but in low voices. No
mob surges up and down no wild yells
rend the air-no towards furnish drink
TO excite young men TO foolish deeds.
Lynch him..
1t Is not shouted, bu, spoken in whiS-
pers or read ia each other eyes. Every
man has obeyed the laws-eyery man
would peril his lie il aiding to enforce
them, but there is q feeling that legal
punishment doe: not always punish suf-
ticieutlv.
Lynch him.'
When men who never partake OF
meal without bowling the head in
PRAYER whisper those words, look out!
The heart burns and thrills. For the
time being law is nothing. Fathers
whisper it to sons, brothers to each
other, merchants to mechanics. Lips
tighten and grow pale, teeth shut
close, eyes flash rs you never saw them
before.
The knots OF men swell into groups
the groups consolidate into crowd.
The leader takes bis place, and instinct
lively the crowd realize that he is the
proper person. Speeches and orations
are not in order-ropes are!
See now Teeth shut tighter as the
crowd moves. Not man would turn
back from a loaded cannon. 1t moves
ahead, but in swiris and misses and CUR
gla5 like river veXed 10y rocks, 1t is
tie whispers quick answers-the
pale faces which tell you what danger
turks in the crowd, \ noisy crowd can
be scattered. 1t will fall to pieces Of
itself. A silent body OF men will take
your life if every man has to peril his
own.
1t is the Jail. Key or no key, the
prisoner must come out The crowd
would have him if score of grated
doors had TO be battered down. He does
not plead for mercy, One look around
him tells him that his life is hungered
Tor with such intensity that prayers
would be mockery. He may look up
al the harvest moon and the star-shld-
ded heavens, but he sees nothing. He
i dazed and awed by the grim silence
OF the baud.
Halt,
No voice commands, but here is the
tree The whirlpool stands still for
moment Faces grow 4 little whittier,
but tie eyes OF every man show a
logged determination that would blaze
into desperation il opposed, Then
is rapidly adjusted, there is Il falling
back, and with y groan Of terror aud
despair trembling in hi, lips the guilty
wretch swings in the air The creak Of
the limb-the calls Of night bird the
deep breathing OF men are plainly
heard as the body swing, to and fro or
turns round and round rs the death
struggle goes on
1t is morning, Merchants are behind
their counters, mechanics at the bench,
sons at school There is no sign that
last night was not one of tranquility
and peace. Men speak again, women
and children laugh as they walk abroad
the cyclone has passed The iail
doors are being repaired the tree no
longer holds a corpse, and stranger
would look upon thi, face and that and
whisper to himself. What good-na-
ture see in every line Of their couute-
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