Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-08-25
THE DEMON DID ".
HhIskey Scores Another Tr1gedy-fhe CIR
cunistnrce Graphically Described
CRY Of Mexico Two Republics.

road men whose business called
them there, when Mr.. +. V. Syberg,
man about twenty-eight years OF
age, employed as civil engineer by
the Mexican National road, entered
The room, greatly under the infiu-
enee of liquor. He walked up to
one of the men at the table and in
few moments there WAS violent
dispute between the two over some
trivial matter. 1t ended in Syberg's
Eexclaining <.sI'll shoot you!p
/ Seated at another table close at
hanh was young Inan named II.
Il. MctJabe, who was in the employ
ment of the road as line repairer.
He had strapped to his belt pistol
in its holster. Syberg, at the time
of making his threats to shoot, was
unarned, but noticing McCabe, who
was friend of his, close at hand
with pistol in sight, he rushed
over to him and attempted to snatch
il from its holster in order 10 shoot
the other man. McCabe, who was
| perfectly sober, jumped to his feet,
clapped his hands to his weapon
and exclaimed: "Leave that alone,
sir; don't allow any mani don't
care if he is my best friend TO
lake my pistol from its holster!''
This action on McCabe's part both
surprised and angered Syberg, who
thereupon lost all thought of the
original quarrel, and, turning on
McCabe, administered to him a ter
rible tongue lashing. McCabe is re-
ported TO have stood tile same for
some time, and then to have got up
and started for his room at the de-
pot Syberg followed him toward
1 the house, and McCabe said: "GO
away, and don't bother me any
more. I don't want to hurt you,
because L know you'll regret this
| when you sober up.n
In spite of all erltreaties, however,
Syberg persisted in his abuse, and
had followed McCabe To the door of
! the latter's room in a. menacing
manner, when McCabe turned on
him and gave him a terrible blow
on the nose with his fist, which
knocked him TO the floor. Syberg
arose bleeding and rushed out of
he returned wiki II pistol in his
however, and jumping into his
room, slammed the door and got
behind 1t, so as to keep Syberg out.
Syberg gave the door "a couple OF
shOves, and finding that be could
not make il 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 McCabe opened the door
of his room and staggered out,
bleeding profusely from wounds in
his abdOmen-eachO of the shots hav-
ing taken effect. In his hand he
held a cooked revolver. "Boys,"
he gasped, "I'm shot I'll be II dead
man inside of five minutes, but
Pm going to kill the man who shot
me-"
Syberg seemed. fully to compre-
bend the situation then for the first
time, and he started from the door
out into the open air. McCabe
caught sight of him as he went out
the door, and, apparently endowed
with Superhuman strength, he star
| ted on a run after his. fleeing assail-
ant. He ran about 800 feet swiftly,
and was within ten yards of the
fleeing man when he pulled up
short, took deliberate aim and fired. |
The ball struck SyDerg in the back
of the head and came out ut his
mouth, breaking his jaw bone. |
The moment he was struck, Syberg
staggered forward and fell bleeding
10 the ground. McCabe rushed to |
him, grabbed him by the hair and |
turned him face up, and then with
the glaring, CLASSY eyeballs of the |
dying man gazing into his own pale |
face, on which the seal of death had |
already set, he placed the muzzle of |
the pistol against the marble fore
head and blew the whole top of
Syberg's head of. Then pointing
the pistol to the breast of his fallen,
and by this time, dead aSSailant, he
fired the remaining three charges
of his pistol into the body. The
last shot had been tired-McCabe
stood for one moment upon the hOr-
rible scene, its terrible reality APP
peared to fill his mind for the mo-
ment-he started back, his useless
weapon fell from his hand, his sen
ses reeled, he staggered few steps,
the death mist gathered over his
eyes, he reeled, and then just AS the
Mortified spectators came rushing
to the scene, he fell, anu tn the
friend who knelt by his side he
whispered in his dying breath: 81
am sorry, Jim, for this; l didn't
want to do it | didn't want to Kill
him; IL" the ga2ps grew greater,
the whispered words were hard to
catch. 81 couldn't help it, Jim
twas he shot me, and l had to do
it telegraph to the folks at home.
Jim, it's hard to die this way, Jim,
and Pm very sorry it happened ~
and the whisper, low though ii was,
ceased, the head fell back, the glas-
sy eyes took on the cold, fixed stare
of death the avenger had followed
his poor insane assailant on his
journey over the mysterious river
into the dark, impepetrable be-
You'd.
Mr.. Syberg, when sober, was
deemed one of the best naturcd fel.
lows on the rOad-kind, civil, obi
ging in every way, and thoroughly
competent, he was everywhere e.
teamed, He was originally from
Little Rock, Ark, where his father,
who is civil engineer, now re-
sides.
Mr.. McCabe was at one time a
resident of Pennsylvania, but prior
to coming to- Mexico ne lived lin a
town neaF Rochester, n. Y, lie
was sober, Industrious young
man, and was much esteemed.
. Horrors at an Asylum.
Terrible stories about the Cook
County insane Asylum, near Chica- :
go, are told by discharged employ
es. The stories are, of course fatty
denied and attributed to political
but the accounts of cruelty,
neglect and revolving abuses are SO
painfully specific as to demand an !
The infiFmary itself ,
of the asylum was largely built by !
insane inmates, who, it is charged, !
were driven To their work like
slaves, while in at least one case the {
exposure and eXertion caused death. {
Another charge, which il suhstan- I
TALLY admitted, is that the force of
attendants is so small that rooms ]
can be visited but once in half an j
hour. There is no time, it is asser I