Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1896-07-11
FARnvlLLR. Va. July 3, 1896.

The west-bound train on the N. x
w. r. X brought TO this town before
day this morning: Editor John Mitch
ell, Jr., of the PLANET, Funeral Dlrec-
tor w. :. Selden and Mr.. Perkins ot
the Daily Times.
The two first named proceeded 10
the residence of MIR. ID. p. Bragg. He
was out of the city, but his Madame
opened the door and the tired travel
ers found themselves in handsomely
furnished room where they could rest
at their leisure. The gloomy walls of
the Farmville iail could be seen.
THE END OF soLoMoN's LAST NIGHT.
Editor Mitchell approached the
fence and looked over. A light glim-
mered in the room occupied by Solo
mon Marable, who was soon TO die up
on the rudely constructed gallows in
the hall way adjoining.
The deputy sheriff, Mr.. X. l. Orange
sat near the door with loaded rifle
within eilsy reach.
"GoOd msrRingP' was the greeting
of the editor. Good morning ~ was
tine reply. This is John Mitchell. is
solomon asleep2"
mol Come around to the gate and
I will let you in" By this time, the
voice of Marable could be heard en-.
quiring for the editor.
INSIDE THE PRISON.
Reaching the gate, it was found sha
Mr. Orange had opened III, ana In Jh'
early morning, before the first streak
of dawn had made its appearance
cloudy and gloomy, Editor Mitchell
entered the iail and a few moment
later was peering through the irol
bars of the cage, within the confines O
which Solomon Marable sat upon hi
couch, while the dim light from tn
lamp caused him to present mos
striking figure.
"How are you feeling, Solomon2
'"Tolerable," was his reply. Did 20
sleep any last night?" Yes sir.
expected to come to see you befoI
arrange it''' ayes, looked for yo
up to the time / left
ONE REGRET.
Marable was seated on the be
"Zion is my home," he responded sc
emnly." l am going to.heaven. n
ready and willing to go. Prayer IS Il
gate. and faith unlOcks the doc
There is but one thing that worrl
me. that l should have to die while T.
man that killed Mrs Pollard should
Mrs. Pollard and got me in this scraI
Thompson got the money. The VOL
en- are innocent.
HIS LAST REQUEST.
received a letter from my wi
She wants my body sent TO her.
would like to have it sent to her" r
tor Mitchell promised that as far as
was able he would have it done T
seemed to relieve Marable. He /
once before made similar request
that his body be sent to his wife
North Carolina.
The editor retired, promising to
turn shortly.
On the outside, he conversed "
Deputy Sheriff Orange, who told
that Marable had enquired Tor
yesterday. He did not desire to
the Catholic priest, and the Judge
ordered that he be not allowed TO
ter.
THE PRIEST ARRIVES.
As Editor Mitchell was leaving
saw the Catholic priest, Father J.
~Welbers coming down the path.
shook hands with him, ascertai
that he had come the night before
the Farmville and POwhatan K. X,
then hurried to Mr. and Mrs. Brai
residence in the yard adjoining. LC
ing back, he saw the deputy and pr
in earnest conversation. IL was
turesoue scene, and the gloom Of
morning added to il materially.
Editor Mitchell had an agreen
with Mr.. Perkins of the Times VIII
bv his last statement could be ta
inst before he went to the gallOWs