The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1907-06-06

~uO uau way Will hlu, oho Val
see Claudine hattered at the idea Of
being peacemaker between two such
nice gentlemen as Mr.. Cory and Mr.
Fear Her commonest asseveration-
quite genuine, tools that she doesn't
like to have the gentlemen making
trouble about her. SO the poor i'm
beetle led him to where her husband
was waiting. All that Happy knew OF
this was in her cry afterward. He
was sitting alone. when Cory threw
open the door and said. I've got you
this time. Happy" His pistol was
raised, but never fired. He waited too
long. meaning to establish his case of
course the murderer after consultation
with his lawyer. claims that their ma
ture was threatening. Such a state
ment in determining the truth is worse
than valueless. 1t is known and readi-
" proved that Fear repeatedly threat
ened the deceased's life yesterday, and
there is no question in the mind Of any
man, woman or child who reads these
words of the cold blooded nature Of the
crime. The slayer. who had formerly
made q murderous attack upon his vic
tim, lately quarreled with him and ut
tered threats. as we have stated, upon
his life. The dead man came to him
with protestations Of friendship and
was struck down corpse.
1T is understood that the defense
will In desperation set up the theory OF
self defense. based on an unsubstan-
tiated claim that Cory entered the
room with a drawn pistol. No pistol
was found In the room. The weapon
with which the deed was accomplished
was found upon the person Of the muir
derer when be was seized by the police,
one chamber discharged. Another re-
volver was discovered upon the person
Of the woman when she was arrested
on the scene Of the crime. This upon
being strictly interrogated she said she
had picked up from the floor In the
confusion, thinking It was her hus-
bands and hoping to conceal It. The
chambers were full and undischarged,
and we have heard 1t surmised that
the defense means to claim that 1t was
Cory's. Cory doubtless went on his er-
rand Of forgiveness unarmed, and be-
yond doubt the second weapon belong
ed to the woman herself, who has an
unenviable record.
'The point of 1t all is plainly this:
Here Is an unquestionable murder in
the first degree, and the people OF this
city and county are outraged and in
censed that such crime should have
been committed In their law abiding
and respectable community. With
whom does the fault lie? On whose
head Is this murder? Not with the au-
thorities, for they do not countenance
crime. Has it come to pass that. count
ing on juggleries Of the law, criminals
believe that they may kill, MAIN. burn
and slay as they list without punish
ment? Is this to be another instance
Of the laws delays and immunity for a
hideous crime, compassed by a cum
ming and cynical trickster Of legal
technicalities? The people Of Canaan
cry out for a speedy trial. speedy con-
viction and speedy punishment Of this
cold blooded and murderous monster.
If he Is not dealt with quickly accord
ing to his deserts the climax Is upon
US, and the limit OF Canaan's patience
has been reached.
Zone last word, and we shall be glad
to have Its significance noted. j. Lou
den, ESQ.,, has been retained for the de-
fense! The murderer before being ap-
pretended by the authorities went
straight from the scene Of his crime to
place his retainer in his attorneys
pocket! How long is this to last?
The Tocsin was quoted on street
corners that morning. in shop and store
and office, wherever people talked II
the Cory murder. and that was every
where, for the people Of Canaan and
of the country roundabout talked Of
nothing else. Women chattered Of 1t
In parlor and kitchen; men gathered In
small groups on the street and shook
their heads ominougly over it; farm
ers, meeting on the road, halted their
teams and loudly damned the little
man In the Canaan jail; milkmen lin
gered on back porches over their cans
to agree with cooks that it was an aw-
full thing and that II ever any man de-
served hanging that there Fear de-
served this lawyer along with him.
Tipsy men hammered bars with fists
and beer glasses, inquiring If there
was no rope to be had In the town, and
Joe Louden, returning to his office
from the little restaurant where he
sometimes ate his breakfast, heard
Kisses following him along Main street.
A clerk, a fat shouldered, blue apron
ed, pimple checked youth, stood in the
open doors Of a grocery and as he
passed stared him in the face and said
"Yahv' with supreme disgust.
Joe stopped. why" he asked
mildly.
The clerk put two fingers in his
mouth and whistled shrilly in derision.