The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-10-09

noy. and the governor offered re-
ward for his apprehension. Nearly a
year afterwards he delivered himself
up. and upon such evidence as could
then be procured. was admitted TO bail
and to trial on the charge of murder.
Flournoy was a rich man, and every
thing was In his favor.s was poor
and comparatively unknown. I had
never seen the murderer of my brother,
and would not have known him had l
met him in the street.
After various postponements the
trial was set for day in the winter
of 1884, and. as ! expected, Flournoy
was acquitted. To assist General Beall.
of Macon. my lawyer. at the trial,
had undergone an examination and
was admitted to the bar.
"My closing remarks were addressed
to the prisoner, who sat with his coun-
sci within four feet from where / stood.
Whatever may be the verdict of
the jury l said, you. William Flour
noy, are convicted of murder by your
own conscience. Before God and man
l charge YOU with basely numbering
my brother. You tremble now and
turn pale at the charge. Your peace
of mind is gone, never to be recovered.
The sleep of the innocent will never,
never more be yours. From this time
forth. in this world, you will never
sleep again.
"Soon after the acquittal left Geor-
gia. Two years later ! returned to Co
lumbus to attend to some business un-
connected with my profession. Some
Indian disturbances in the Creek Ma
tiOn We're anticipated, and in order to
avoid night travel in the stage coach
from the Georgia line l went to liv-
cry stable to hire horse and buggy
to take me to ElliOtt's. where intend
ed to await the coming of the stage in
the morning. While leaving the stable
l was accosted by STOPPING, miser-
able-looking individual. wearing
slouch hat and a great coat. The man
held out his hand, when. just as my
fingers touched his, l felt a shock that
startled me. and l eXclaimed: You are
Flournoy!'
Yes" ne answered feebly and at
tempted to come near me. L am
FlournOy; and l have long been seek
ing you. l heard you We're here, and
/ have come from my place on pur-
pose to see YOU. DO not refuse what
l have to ask
~ want nothing to say to yOu'
answered. conQuering my first impulse
of pity for this miserable wretch
Brushing past him. I walked away
with me. he cried:
:" L want you. the brother of the man
| slew. to shoot me here--right here
1T is not punishment | ask you to
inflict. but vengeance. ! want you
to avenge your brothers. murder!"
Yes. his murder he continued, for
I remained silent. i murdered him!
know it now! You said at the trial
would never sleep more, and | never
have!'
what" exclaimed, mot slept In
two years."
1t is true said he. Il have not
slept since that terrible day you spoke
to me In the courtroom. 1 have closed
my eyes at night. STEPPED my senses
in brandy. but the blessed sleep you
drove away from me that night has
never returned. My life is a burden,
l pray you to take it-take it,"
Il could endure the scene no longer
in the middle of the street
~ will die tonight We're the last
words heard him utter.
Not having been able to make ar
rangements to reach Elliot with Il
private conveyance | took the stage for
home that night. and got safely past
an Indian camp.
about a month after the events
have been relating my friend James
Kelvin, of Columbus, wrote me at Mo-
bile as follows:
The very next morning after you
left Columbus, the body of your broth
er's murderer was found at his country
place, pierced by a dozen rifle bullets
and scalped-the first victim of our
little Indian war;"