El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-11-17

move any painful 1eel1ngS caused him
by the publication of the article refer
will you sign what | will write?'
Blythe held up his RICH { hand and said,
Major, | will Easley then said. .'All
right; II you are men. let me co. his
actions made me believe that he was
satisfied and we released him: as soon
as We had done so, he grabbed Blythe
around the neck, and, pointing the
pistol to myself and others in the room
threatened to kill any of US who laid
hands on him; they reeled against the
stove and Easley shot him, as near as
l could judge. over the
heart; Blythe fell to his knees crying,
For Cod s sake, major, DON'T" Eas-
ley struggled with him and struck him
several times on the head with the re-
volver; Blythe fell to the floor and
Easley went down Stare; he exhibited
no excitement during the entire affair;
L Immediately reported the matter
to the police station and Sergeant
Delaya and Officer Waters came to the
Immediately after the occurrence and
in two or three min ties pronounced
Blythe dead'
Thus the story of an eye witness,
graphically told, Blythe was a young
man of gentle disposition, generous
and kind to all with whom he came
In contact, and quite unassuming
He made many friends, and all his
business and personal associates were
very fond of him. de always had a
pleasant word for his friends and of
enemies, II be had any, he never spoke
unklndly. He was hard worker, and
steady, sober man. He was engaged
TO be married to young woman of
Calves ton, and was looking forward
eagerly to his coming marriage. He
ad no expectation Lf trouble, and was
quite unprepared te meet death so
suddenly and tragically: He begged
ed, and his agonized appeals
would, it seems, have moved heart of
stone. But his murderer was lost to
manhood and after his victims apo
logy had been accepted, and while he
was begging for mercy, the murderer,
pressing his gun to the victims body
shot him through the heart and then
beat him brutality about the head with
his pistol. Let US pass from this try
Ing scene to another of touching pa
thCs. The touch of the humao, the
hand of the god in man-what a tear
compelling tale it is! The Galveston
News tells the story:
The morning was cold and raw.
The east wind blew it's piercing blasts
through their scant apparel. The
streets were muddy as result of the
nights downpour and their footwear
was not of the best. Aloag the streets
News" Here's your News All
about It," The early passerby bought
that he might learn the latest phase of
the Philippine question, the record of
a world day dOipgs He heeded not
the note of sublimest faith and charity
that rang clear in the familiar cry. II e
knew naught and cared little of their
Intentions. Eagerly they cried their
printed wares, until they had cleared
a dollar from their sales. Then hur-
r1ed consultation, and joyfully they
cathedral. The good priest answered
the bell, opened the door and b.
thought ''sick CALL pictured q
mother or father dying, from the Gag.
erness evident in their little faces
pincned with the cold. Their right
hands were closed tightly, and they
thrust them forth at the priest. TWEEN
ty nick Is; ten from each. Say, 'fader,
almost in unIOn-here's dollar
| We made it selling News this morn
| ing. We want mass said for Mister
Blythe, what was shot, The priest
with tears in his eyes, drew them in.
| side, told them to keep their hard.
earned Offering, said he would say The
mass as requested, but they hesitated
! we wants to have it said ourselves
OATS why we cold the News. He wa:
good to us when he was reporter.
This is fact, not fiction.
was a heart tribute from two littl,
ones selling papers on the streets
Greater tribute no man could desire
He was good to them, and his sudder
death had brought sorrow to their lit
tie hearts, and they besought will
grateful, saddened affection, the pray
ers of the church for the repose of hi
souI.'
Merchants.