The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-03-19

his iist smashed into the swarthy face.
and the squat form vent to the ground
IKE log
Good enough for him" cried the crowd
Three cheers for the Yank." And they
were given with . wiz.
As socn a. the papers could be made out
Eiixa was free girl. Fairbank took her
TO Cincinnati. where she became q member
Of the family Of Gamaliei Bailey. Under
his care she received finished education.
married well and che was living up to
few years ago.
Fairbank was in the Lexington jail In
1874. charged Aith assisting several slaves
to escape. H cellmate was Rtehard
Moore, q youa& mulAtto, slave. under
sentence OF death for the murder OF his
mistress Mira Turner. The woman
while living had the reputation OF a fiend.
She had bought Moore oStens.bly for q
coachman. but in reality for haser use
On the day of the murder she had called
Moore uho haA offended he@ip soQne way
to her nom III yxe table AZ 4 bowie
knife and a brace of pistols. Pointing TO
them with a threatening air. she said:
There. YOU yellow trash. do you see
that?"
She made a movement as to snatch up
one of the weapons The muIatto sprang
upon her. There was . short. sharp sfrug-
.le ami the xomsn's neck was broken.
Moore had tried to get away. but was
captured. tried an: sentenced TO death
Frairbank determined to effect the escape
OF the negro as well az himself. The night
before the day on which Moore was TO
hang the two men attacked the wall of
their CELL They had iron bars with which
to work, and all night they toiled without
as much as a breathing spell. They had
reached the last boulder on the outside
OF the s-foot wall when the city bell tolled
the hour OF 5--;he hour set for the execu-
ton
The two men paused and listened. Fair.
bank was haggard. his hands lacerated.
and his clothes torn. The negro was des-
perate. Through a small chink In the
wall filtered the gray light of early MORN
ing The two men flung themselves madly
at the thin barrier between them and free
dom.
Suddenly the negro stopped. The iron
bar dropped from his bleeding hands.
Listen he whispered, and the yellow
of his face changed to q sickly ashen color.
The whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
They're coming for me- he walled
"God have mercy on my SOUL
From distant corridor came the sound
o. shunling feet. Faint at first. 1t grew
louder and louder. Then a shrek like
the cry OF a wounded panther rang
through the prison. and the mulatto fell
to the floor in faint Restoratives were
applied and the execution proceeded. The
sheriff said that he would like TO hang
Fahbank at the same time.
Fairbank served five years I'm the Lex
ington Jail, when he was released by Gov.
John J. Crittenden: but he had no sooner
quilted the prison than he began once
again to assist slaves to freedom. In Louis
vile I'm 1852 he was arrested. tried. convict
ed and sentenced to fifteen years at hard
labor. He was taken to the prison at
Frankfort. and his reception by the war
den was not reassuring.
Mr.. Davis" said the warden to one
of the guards. take Fairbank to the
hacking house and kill him.
To the hacking house the abolitionist
went, and 1t certainly wasn't the fault
OF the men in charge that he wasn't killed
Not one in ten thousand could have en-
dured the treatment he did. During his
imprisonment he received $500 stripes on
his bare body from slave whip. He was
set free in 1864. after having spent seven
teen years and four months of his life In
prison. Within ten hours after leaving
his cell he left the Southland forever:
and when he found himself once more on
the free soil of the Buckeye state he knek
down and kissed the ground. n. Hil-
lard. in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat.