The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-08-28

and pro-slavery troubles in Kansas he was in
the midst of it all, as the special correspondents
of the New York Tribune.
Out in Kansas he became the friend ana
worshiper of old John Brown. In his eyes
everything that Brown did was right. Brown
stole horses, burned houses, drove people from
their homes and murdered SHAREHOLDERS in cold
blood but Redpath wrote him up as hero, q
Christian missionary, second savior OF men.
AT this time jubilant kansan said of him:
"Redpath is the prince OF liars, but he Is on
the right side!"
Old John Brown drifted away from Kansas
and organized his murderous raid into Viz.
ginia. Redpath did not shoulder a musket and
ioin him. He Jagged behind, not from lack
of courage, but because he had something elso
to do. He went on firing the northern hears
and giving encouragement and AID to BLOWN
until the grim raiders career ended on the
gallows.
Just before this, however, Redpath triedR
cunning scheme. He came south, and in some
mysterious way secured a position on the staK
of the Savannah News. In the course OF Q
few days the editor, Colonel William T.
Thompson, found out who the new recruits
was. The colonel flew into towering rage,
and bounced Redpath without any ceremony.
To the last day OF his life Colonel Thompson
never forgot this incident. He could never
speak of 1t without getting excited.
ITO think Of that id abolition emissary
sneaking into a position on my paper" he
used to say when speaking of it, 81 tell you,
and deviltry!"
Back to the north the discomftted cmissary
went. The hanging of his friend Brown, and
he state of public feeling made it necessary
for him to keep quiet for awhile. but the wax
soon brought him out again. The triumph OF
abolition ended his lifework. He struck out
had lost his grip. lie travelled
: through Ireland as q special correspondent,
and for a time edited the North American Re-
view, but he found that he could no longer
carry the public with him. Men who had
done less for the abolition cause were APP
plauded and overwhelmed with donations, but
he was left to struggle on alone.
Disease smote him with mercless hand.
Stroke after stroke of paralysis laid him low,
but after the seventh attack he rallied his
energies by an almost superhuman effort, and
rose from his bed to walk forth like a CHASTITY
spectre from the past.
And what was this wan, hollow-eyed shad-
ow Of James Redpath doing in an Atlanta ed
itor's office the other day?
His mission was in the interest of book
shortly to be published, entitled "Reminis-
censes of Great Confederate Soldiers"
Talk about the irony of fate Where could
be found more striking instance? This man
in his days of vim and venom would have
consigned our great confederates to the lowest
and hottest hell in the universe, but now bro
ken and shattered, in his lone and loveless
old age, he is forced to earn his daily bread by
working for book written to perpetuate the
heroism of his old enemiesi
Possibly time and suffering have softened
James Redpaths heart and given him q
clearer view of things and better opinion OF
his fellow men. 1t is to be hoped so, for no
man can look upon him now without pity, and
his most relentless enemy of the olden time
would not raise hand against him or place
an obstacle in his path. He belongs to the
dead past, and the men OF today have no &C.
/ count to settle with him.