The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-02-04

ouence of the acts OF the Socessionists
He wanted TO see negro rule in the South.
For all we know he wanted his house
keeper to be Queen of Dixie Tho Old
Commoner. the story calls him. He had
an extreme habit OF speech. He said to
| Lincoln privately: i see il is useless to
argue with you. I'll not waste my breath.
| give you an utimatum. The South is
conquered soil. ] mean to blot it from the
! mep. Rather than admit one traitor to
| the halls of Congress from these so-called
| States ] will shatter the Union itself in
ten thousand fragmentsl l will not sit
beside men whose clothes smell Of the
/ blood OF my kindred At least dry them
before they come In. Four years ago with
| yells and curses. these traitors left the halls
| of Congress to join the armies OF Catalina
| Shall they return TO rule?'
| Thus the Old Commoner 70 Mr.. Lincoln.
We must say that the expressions the
| halls of Congress- and -the armies Of
! Cataline.' remind Us more of Mr.. Dixon
/ than they do OF anybody who ever went
I to Congress- from Vermont. Our impress
| sion may be unwarTanted. and the matter
! is not important. In the halls of Congress
! themselves. upon the question OF impeach-
! ing Andrew Johnson the Old Commoner
said. Upon that man among you who
! shall dare TO acquit the President | hurl
! the everlasting curse Of n nation-an in
! fanny that shall rive and blast his children's
| children until they shrink from their own
/ name as from the touch Of pollution
! He was a good one, whether he came
/ from the Green Mountains or from mel
/ lower cline. There is q picture showing
! Chief Justice Chase starting up in obvious
excitement from the presiding officers
chair as the Old Commoner says this.
The citation Of the Chief Justice does not
surprise us: we should think that anybody
would have jumped On the other hand,
| B. F. Butler and others present are full
| of an appearance Of stoid unconcern and
| this again does not surprise Us, for we our
/ selves have seen in huiis resembling those
| Of Congress Just suoh blank reception Of
an ORATORS reddest FIRE
Doubtless the illustrator would have
been at loss TO follow he historian mar
rowly at this point. The effect says
Mr. Dixon, was electrical Every Senator
leaned forward TO catch the lowest whisper,
and 40 awful was the suspense in the gal
leries the listeners grew faint, When his
last mad challenge was hurled into the
teeth Of the judges. the daZed crowd paused
for breath and the galleries burst into
storm OF applause There is really moth
ing Of this in the picture. W" have studied
it carefully. and have not found in it any
body who has the least appearance OF
having had anything hurled into his teeth.
But We do not blame the artist.
Il is not possible for US to dwell at any
length upon the XVI klux part Of the story
We do not know that we should caro- 70
dwell upon it, for it Is quite horrible. 1t IS
not nice and II is not sensible 70 tell Us
about looking into the eyes of dead people
with e. microscope, and by that means
finding cut who murdered them. He
first examined Marion's eyes. But in the
cold azure blue OF their pure depths he
could find nothing. It's as feared With
the child he said. 1 can see nothing,
II is on the mother rely. In the splendor
Of life, at 81. she was the full blown per-
lection Of womanhood with every vital
force at It's highest tension He looked
long and patiently into the dead mothers
eve, rose and wiped he persplration from
his face. What do you see|
asked the younger man, bending ner-
vousIy. The hestial figure Of a negro
his huge black hand plainly defined
the upper part of the face Ia dim. as II
obscured by gray mist at dawn-but the
massive jaws and lips are olear-merclful
Godi-yes Its Gus
Perhaps the reader win feel that that is
flattering to his understanding. Perhaps
be will like the peculiar literary touch.
including the azure blue of hanon's
ewes Perhaps he will admire the authors
deiicacy az he goes on with the tale Gus
was Captain Of the African Guards The
Ku Kluxers caught him and hypnotized
him, whereupon be reenaoted the deed
of murder THE negro began to live
the crime with fearful realism.
Qua rose to his feet and started aero
the cave as If TO spring on the SILVER
figure Of the girl, the clansmen, with r Ut
tered groans. sobs and curses, falling back
rs he advanced. he still wore his full
Captains uniform, its heavy epaulets
flashing their gold in tho unearthly light,
his beastly jaws half covering the gold
traid on tho collar His thick lips were
drawn upward in an ugly leer and his sin
lister bead eyes CLEANED ike gorillas.
single fierce leap and the black claws
clutohed the air slowly as If sinking into
the soft white throat. Strong men began
to cry like children
They sent out the fiery cross with circIm-
stance which doubtless recommended itself
to them. The tall figure with the yellow
sash and double cross stepped before the
strange altar. while the white forms Of the
clansnen gatheret about him in circle.
He lifted his cap and laid it on the boulder,
and his men gazed on the flushed face Of
Ben Cameron, the Grand Dragon Of the
Realm. He stood for a moment silent,
erect, a smoudering fierceness In his eyes,
something cruel and yet ina ghetto in his alert
bearing. He looked on the PROSTATE negro