| 275MRS. PEATTIE ON LYNCHING
The Blot on the Name of Civilization and Why it is There.
Something Concerning the Young Negro Woman Who Is Agitating England Against America.
A Graphic Description of One of The Incidents, Which Cause the Lynching of Southern Negroes.
Mrs. Allie C. Willard, the sister-in-law of Miss Frances Willard writes from England to the World-Herald, in a perturbed state of mind concerning the agitation of Miss Ida B. Wells. Miss Wells is a colored woman, who, despairing of finding any redress in this country for such of her race as are lynched for their wrong-doing. Instead of being properly tried by law, has gone to England to arouse public sentiment there. Carried away by the subject, and by the bitterness which she naturally enough facts, she indulges in some severe reflections upon this country, and upon its most cherished heroes, particularly Lincoln. At least, so Mrs. Willard compising. She has also assailed or reproached Miss Willard for her lack of sympathy with the cause of the negro. And she has been guilty of ingratitude for the sacrifice made by abolitionist heroes and by soldiers of the civil war who gave all they had to give for the independent of the slave.
One would be in a much better position to criticize Miss Wells if one had heard her address. Mrs. Willard's accounts of her exaggerations and misrepresentations may be colored to an extent by her resentment at the reproach leveled at her beloved sister-in-law, and by the natural irritation of an American at having her country abused among foreigners.
But on the othe hand, is it not true that we hang, roll, burn and shoot negroes who break the law, and that when a negro commits an offense we are more inclined to lynch than to try him by law?
If so, why should, we resent having it told?
There is never any use in trying to conceal the truth, Truth is like water and flows through the tinest cracks. It will make itself visibke somehow.
If we lynch negroes and maintain that we have a right to lynch them, why should we object to having Miss Wells say so? Why should not England and the whole world know it?
And could anyone reasonably suppose that Miss Wells could talk upon this subject calmly, or that she would not represent us as monsters? It would not be in human nature to do otherwise.
To defend herself against the charge of Ingritufr she very naturally attacks our motives and the motives of the men who led us in the civil conflict. and she says very truly that Lincoln was not in favor of emancipation. that is true. He fought to preserve the federation of the states of the union, and it is with reinotance that he signed the emancipation papers, feeling that he was disturbing property, and that he was precipitating men into a problem hardly les distressing than slavery, Miss Wells says negroes are socially ostracised; that they have none of them been elected to high office since 1876; that even when they fought as soldiers in the civil war they were not treated as well as white soldiers. Miss Wells is mistaken about there having been no negro elected to congress or other high place since 1876- But as for the other facts, they are probably true. There is no denying the social ostracism of the negro. There is not a first-class hotel or a first-class theate in this country where they would be admitted to equal privileges with other guests. There is not a drawing room in this country-where they come commonly as the friends of the family although in church, or political, or educational work they may occasionally be associated with those of social position.
Mrs. Willard is very deeply moved becuase the men of the north have been pulled cowards, and because Lincoln has been assailed. But it is no arrangement of Lincoln in the uncompromising and immediate delivery of the slaves. Nor is there any occasion for northerners to fret because they are called cowards some of them are. A great many of them are moral cowards, and id race questions they are apt to be narrow, arrogant and un-Christian. Since they are so, why should not England know it? We have really no right to resent Miss Wells endeavers to get the English to protect the blacks, since it was but a little time ago that many of us were advoating an attack upon Russia by all Christendom, for the purpose of forcing her to respect the lives of her jews, her peasants and her convicts. If we have been as culpable, must we not face the mortification of being similiarly criticized? If we have a cancer in the national breast, denying his existence will not keep the poison from our blood.
It is just possible that Mrs. Willard may feel some undefined irritation at feeling one of the scorned receiving honors from the influential. For that Miss Wells has been made much of it shown by Mrs. Willard's own letter. Speaking of Miss Wells, she says:
"She comes endorsed by Fredrick Douglass, and has been received by many of the high and some of the best in England. She is in with the leading London papers, such as the Daily News, really the government organ the Sun, T.P. O Connor's paper, and the like. The Chronicle has given her one column and one of its big leaders; the Echo has written her up, also the Westminister Gazette and many other strong and influential papers. Among the people she has interested is the Rev. Joseph Parker of the City Temple, the tragedian of the pulpit. She has come at a time itself opportune for all the big annual May meetings, has been received by many of them, been heard and got resolutions passed, etc. Dined and fenated, as inclosed clippings will indicate. Her books reviewed and pictures published.
"Now this would be all right if she were honorable, honest and truthful. If loyal to country or party. But she has no good word for her country, and says some dreadful things, and inters others even worse. She is as sly as an Indian in her speech, and wicked as a tiger. She is rather flue looking, a good sposker, calm and possessed, and has learned her role well. It is still hard to understand, though, by what means she secures so many honors, seemingly without effort. Miss Wells' published material however, does not justify the acusation that she is shy or tigerish. Here is a communication written by her to the editor of the Daily Chronicle London.
Sir, Every moment of my time has been so fully occupied since Governor Northern's letter was published that I have not before been able to reply to his charges that my statements are false. Your leader and Dr. Clifford's splendid letter have pointed out that it is not my statements alone, but the reports in the American newspapers, which reveal the lawlessness of the United States. I have only given the negro side of these stories. I have cuttings of lynchings running back six years, which were taken from the columns of the American dallies. This news has been furnished by the Associated Press. Only one newspaper in the United States has kept record of these lynchings of reported and compiled statistics therefrom, The Chicago Tribune has made it a feature the first day of every year to publish a list of the yearly record of murder suicide, railway accident lynching etc. This it has done for the last ten years and in keeping with its custom on the first day of January 1804 was published the complete lynching record for 1809. The list occupied almost two columns and beginning with January 1, 1898, the date, name, rate accusation and place of lynching were given for every day in the year that a lynching took place. The Tribune and the Associated Press are edited and owned by white men.
"Governor Northern says: There is not a community or a government of similiar extent into which your paper goes, that is more law spiding and peaceful than the people of the state over which I have the honor to preside. The authority which I quote, above shows that Georgia lynched fifteen negroes last year. Two of these were charged with "rape" three with alleged rape, one with attempted rape, one with turning state's evidence, one with assault and battery, and seven with murder. the People of Georgia have never denied any part of this record. The state of Georgia's lynching record for 1892 was seventeen persons and for this present year, up to May 1, three negroes have been lynched in Georgia. This is all during Governor Northen's administration, and beyond a few letters, and a word or two in denunciation of lynching in general, to deceive the outside public. nothing has been done by the chief executive of Georgia to stop lynching. Several of these lynchings took place in broad daylight, and Governor Northen has done nothing to protect prisoners or punish lynchers. More than 100 negroes have been lynched in this manner in different parts of the state since he became its governor. If his neighbor, Governor Tillman of South Carolina, could invoke the military power of his state to enforce the liquor laws surely as much might be done to protect human life, but Governor Northen has not a single instance of this kind to his credit In deed, there passed through Liverpool in March fifty negroes who came direct Atlantis en route to Liberia They said they were willing to brave African fever, the jungle, anything to secure freedom and protection of the law, which they were denied in Georgia, They said there were hundreds in Atlantis, who would come if they had only money to pay their passage.
Outside agitation has done some good even in the south, when the governor of the great state of Georgia comes forward to defend her. It is the truest kindness to him and his state to point out that if they would have the world's good opinion and support they must put down lawlessness with a firm hand, that general denial in face of all facts will not be accepted. Governor Northen did not tell you that he signed a bill against lynching last winter which passed the state legislator. The bill provides that it shall be a misdemeanor for any sheriff to fall to protect the life of a prisoner, and a felony to take part in any attempt to mob a prisoner of the law! To my way of thinking nothing could be more vividly portray all I have claimed than the wording of the above law. It recognizes that sheriffs have aided and abetted mobs, and that the state considers it a misdemeanor for them so to do.
London June B. Ida B. Wells.
The truth is Mrs/ Willard, we do burn, shoot and hang negroes who break the law. It is a terrible thing to have the world know this, but it is not so bad a thing as that we should do it.
And then-as to the cause!
Permit me to tell of one typical case.
The brother of a dear friend of mine lives in the south, on the Suwanee river. He has cultivated his plantation there for many years- it is all he has in the world and has raised his family of boys and girls there. His wife has been dead for many years and the older girls have done the housework and cared for the younger children. It is a very free delightful life they lead and so much attached it to are they that life in cities has little attraction for them, and when they have visited relatives in cities they have pines for the beautoful, wild home on the Suwanee. The planter has always been a friend of the negro, and has written some and worked much for the mitigation of the negro convict, expecially those employed in the phosphate mines. Last summer, one of the daughters being lill two of her sisters were sent on horseback to the nearest town, which is several miles distant for medicine. The father slayed in the house to care for the sick girl, and his youngest daughter, a bouny thing 11 years of age was sent out to pick some beries for tea. She tied on her little sun bonnet took her pall and went out.
She was never seen alive again.
Tea time came, the girls returned from the town, and Mary was called. "She did not come. A search was begun. No one doubted much what the result would be. There had been two tragedies to the same country, which indicated very truly what the terrified sisters had to expect. And they found what they expected - only 200 feet from the house over among the scrub palmettos, besides a log. The little brown eyes had been cut out with a knife. The pretty white throat was cut so that the head barely hung to the body. The sweey body was otherwise mutilated. And by the side of the body was the print of a huge naked foot. the foot of a giant.
Two negroes were arrested. A crowd gathered the next morning that numbered hundreds, and that grew as the day went on. Men and women ame and tied their horses to the oaks, and participated in the great trial which was conducted there. Four clergymen were present. The father hired an attorney to question and defend the negroes under arrest. By the evidence of white men, and by his own evidence, one negro was acquitted. The other was proved to be near the place of the murder at the hour of its occurance. His foot was fitted ito the print beside the body and found to correspond in every particular. and finally the bloody clothes he had worn were found hidden in the house.
Even then the men delayed.
"Let him live an hour," the father said. Give him a chance to repent. Let him confess and die telling truth. He asked the clergymen to pray for him. They refused. he asked the attorney if there was any possibly chance that a mistake had been made. The attorney told him not to make a fool of himself.
The men and women built a pyre of dry branches. But the father would not let them burn him alive.
"Do what you like with the body," he said. "But I will not let you burn him alive."
They put a rope around the man's neck. He begged for another hour and said he would confess if they would give it to him. they consented. He made a confession and one hour later, as the minute hand marked the sixtieth second, they drew the rope up over the bough of a tree. When they took him down there were thirty bullet holes in him. They laid his body-it was almost seven feet tall, and the head was like that of a chimpanzee-upon the dery boughs, and it burned until it was but bones and ashes.
There in language that tells the whole reolvting hideous brutal truths are the facts of this typical case. The negro showed himself a brute - like some monster of the African forest, born to waste and kill and tear. And he was treated like such a brute. No gorilla, or wild boar, or wolf could have been treated worse.
It is almost useless to expect that anyone could suffer as that family suffered and not be forever injured. Neither the heart nor the brain, and perphaps, not even the body could ever again be quite as normal as they had been. Merely to read the tale it is enough to destroy ones sleep/ And it would be a shame to write it is it were not the tremendous line of defense must be offered to justify the least degree the manner in which revenge is taken upon the negroes.
But even this will not justify it. Nothing justified the taking of a human life.
But all the same, any man, no matter how temperate in his passions, would under any circumstances such as i have portrayed, go out to hunt the death the wild beast who had entered his home and wrought there a friend's ruin.
]So stands the case. And Miss Wells has her point of view-and no wonder. And those who share the other side have theirs, and no wonder. It's a condition which must be faced, and which cannot be denied. And the world will know it.
There is a war between the races. This war does not extend to every member of each race . Some negroes and some white men and women are good friends. And perhaps the friendship will grow. But meantime the outlook is discouraging. Even the working men, combining, fighting and working to keep their just rights from being taken from them have refused the admission of negroes to the American Railway union. They believe that the earner has rights that ought to be respected by the employer. But they have not yet discovered that the negro has any social rights that his fellow laborer is bound to respect.
So we grind each other! So we crash! So the greeds meet like opposing floods. And in the fury of their meeting men go down.
There is no use of trying to find the right in this war of races. There is no right. There is no right. There is nothing but wrong. Espouse no side. Neither side is worthy of espousal. It is an episode of history that one contemplates with horrified eyes.
Elia W. Peattie.
A Summer Breeze.
A tiny willful summer breeze
Went roving through the fluids and trees
He started in the early morn
When day was yet but newly born
And wondered through the livelong day
Ever playful on his way.
He roughed the feathers of a bird
Whose morning song no more was heard,
For quickly he began to prim
To get himself once more in trim.
He blew against a lindou bee
Who flying homeward heavily,
Was made to take a wildur flight
Before at home he could slight.
The petals of a lovely flow's
He scattered in a pretty show'r.
Then dipped his sephyr fingers in a brooklet with its merry din,
That through a wood as damp and cool
Flowed onward to a mossy pool.
He changed the em'rald poplar tree
To shining silver fair to see
And swung a bird's nest to and fro
That held threw eggs as white as snow,
He left a field and wood and down,
And blew into the busy town
Where soon he raised the dust in clouds
And sifted it among the crowds.
A person's window has crept in,
The sermon's leaves be gave a spin,
Then out again he flew straightaway
Bent odly on his fun and play.
A church door open, up the aisle
He pushed his way in playful style
And lifted up a bride's white vail
And kissed the bride all fair and pale.
Across a new born infant's face
He crept with fond and hung ring pace
And toitered for a moment in
The dimples in his cheek and chin.
Through corridors where marbles gleam
And riches weave a golden dream-
Through huts, where poverty is found
And shadows fall with dopths profound,
He traversed 'till the night began
With darkness all the world to span;
Then wearily he homeward flew
All damp with softly falling dew
And in a moonflow's opened wide
He laid him down, and gently died.
W. Heed Dunboy.
The natives at Colen and Panama were lately discovered in a fairly sharp scheme to rib the steamship company.
The transfer of bales and packages of Indis rubber over the lathmus is always large in volume after, the arrival of steamers from Persuand Mexico. Then there are constant arrivals from Columbia and Nicaragua as well as local receipts from within a few miles of Colon. These, piled on the docks, make a large aggregate and at favorable opportunity a bale or two would be dropped overboard, and as rubber naturally, will float, it was comparatively as easy matter to pilot the booty to a point whence it could be readily landed and disposed of by a "fence" As a bale weighs from 100 to 200 pounds, the haul was a good one to the native. The loss could not be discovered until after the steamer reached New York, and it bothered American detectives for months, until the leak was finally located.
THE HERMIT OF SOUTH OMAHA.
Down in the green freshness and beauty of Syudicate park there is a little ave or dugout that shelters a strange personage. He is a short man with stooping shoulders and has long hair of a reddish brown color and a tangled beard of the same hue.His face is tapped until it resembles parchment, and with the old clothes all stained, he makes a study in brown that is rather picturesque. Amidst all this brown the only thing that has life and color are his eyes of blue that seem ever restlessly looking for some unseen-object.
"Old Charlie," for that is the only name he is known by, is a tinker by trade. Every day he comes forth from the park carrying his little furnace and tools and makes a tour of the streets, looking for tinware to mend. He has become a familiar figure to the housewives and he receives many a little job of work. Day after day he trudges on, heeding not the taunts of the boys whose delight it is to torment him on account of his uncouth appearance.
After the day's work is done, he creeps slowly down through the trees in the park until he reaches his cave hidden by the branches of alder bushes, and swings himself down and is lost to sight. Here he shouts out the world from his toys and his sorrows, no jeering boys come high him, and no sound from the busy world disturbs him as he dreams his dreams and lives over again the past. And who can teli what his thoughts may be, there alone in the damp earth? He seldom says anything about himself about himself, but once in a while the longing to tell some one of his sorrows becomes too great, and then he tells story. It is but a simple tale, old as human nature itself. He tells how that in a land far across the sea he loved a beautiful girl. He worshiped her with all the ardor of his young soul, and it seemed that he could hardly live except when he was in her presence.
She was his promised bride, and he had made all plans for coming to this country as soon as they were married. But alas, for his high hopes. Just one short month before the day set for the wedding he received a letter from her, stating that she would never see him again. She was going away with a man she loved better. She begged him to forgive her. He was founde lying in his rooms some time after by his mother, with the fatal letter crushed in his hands. He was ill for many days with a brain fever, and when the fever was gone a great change had taken place in him. He was no longer the happy lad as of old, but was the prematurely aged man that we see today.
They said that he was insane, slightly demented and perhaps, they were right. Who can tell. He soon left the old home in the land aerosithe sea and drifted hither and thither over this brond land. And at last he came to South Omaha and took up his home and the beauties of our little park. Sometimes he is driven by thoughts of the past to the cup and there for awhile his poor, muddled brain forgets the misserable past.
And then he will go reeling down to his home the forlorness looking mortal that ever waiged. He says that he has relatives who are wealthy, but they will have nothing to do with him. Perhaps they do not like his eccentric ways.
Old Charlie, old in sorrow but not in years, lives on, shut up within himself. Some say he is queer and thik he is insane, but who of us have not felt the same desire to flee from the world and all its hollowness and mockery and be alone with self and God? If only we might sometimes go away and let ourselves down into a cave and there dream our dreams and fight out battles and conquer ourselves, then there might be more happiness than we see how.
We buile a ladder of our hopes
And climb high up tow'rd heaven.
Not soon the rude shocks of this earth
Its frail supports have risen.
And back we fall all bruised and torn
And few again have braveness
To rear once more the golden stairs
And climb high up to greatness
W. Reed Dunroy.
| 275MRS. PEATTIE ON LYNCHING
The Blot on the Name of Civilization and Why it is There.
Something Concerning the Young Negro Woman Who Is Agitating England Against America.
A Graphic Description of One of The Incidents, Which Cause the Lynching of Southern Negroes.
Mrs. Allie C. Willard, the sister-in-law of Miss Frances Willard writes from England to the World-Herald, in a perturbed state of mind concerning the agitation of Miss Ida B. Wells. Miss Wells is a colored woman, who, despairing of finding any redress in this country for such of her race as are lynched for their wrong-doing. Instead of being properly tried by law, has gone to England to arouse public sentiment there. Carried away by the subject, and by the bitterness which she naturally enough facts, she indulges in some severe reflections upon this country, and upon its most cherished heroes, particularly Lincoln. At least, so Mrs. Willard compising. She has also assailed or reproached Miss Willard for her lack of sympathy with the cause of the negro. And she has been guilty of ingratitude for the sacrifice made by abolitionist heroes and by soldiers of the civil war who gave all they had to give for the independent of the slave.
One would be in a much better position to criticize Miss Wells if one had heard her address. Mrs. Willard's accounts of her exaggerations and misrepresentations may be colored to an extent by her resentment at the reproach leveled at her beloved sister-in-law, and by the natural irritation of an American at having her country abused among foreigners.
But on the othe hand, is it not true that we hang, roll, burn and shoot negroes who break the law, and that when a negro commits an offense we are more inclined to lynch than to try him by law?
If so, why should, we resent having it told?
There is never any use in trying to conceal the truth, Truth is like water and flows through the tinest cracks. It will make itself visibke somehow.
If we lynch negroes and maintain that we have a right to lynch them, why should we object to having Miss Wells say so? Why should not England and the whole world know it?
And could anyone reasonably suppose that Miss Wells could talk upon this subject calmly, or that she would not represent us as monsters? It would not be in human nature to do otherwise.
To defend herself against the charge of Ingritufr she very naturally attacks our motives and the motives of the men who led us in the civil conflict. and she says very truly that Lincoln was not in favor of emancipation. that is true. He fought to preserve the federation of the states of the union, and it is with reinotance that he signed the emancipation papers, feeling that he was disturbing property, and that he was precipitating men into a problem hardly les distressing than slavery, Miss Wells says negroes are socially ostracised; that they have none of them been elected to high office since 1876; that even when they fought as soldiers in the civil war they were not treated as well as white soldiers. Miss Wells is mistaken about there having been no negro elected to congress or other high place since 1876- But as for the other facts, they are probably true. There is no denying the social ostracism of the negro. There is not a first-class hotel or a first-class theate in this country where they would be admitted to equal privileges with other guests. There is not a drawing room in this country-where they come commonly as the friends of the family although in church, or political, or educational work they may occasionally be associated with those of social position.
Mrs. Willard is very deeply moved becuase the men of the north have been pulled cowards, and because Lincoln has been assailed. But it is no arrangement of Lincoln in the uncompromising and immediate delivery of the slaves. Nor is there any occasion for northerners to fret because they are called cowards some of them are. A great many of them are moral cowards, and id race questions they are apt to be narrow, arrogant and un-Christian. Since they are so, why should not England know it? We have really no right to resent Miss Wells endeavers to get the English to protect the blacks, since it was but a little time ago that many of us were advoating an attack upon Russia by all Christendom, for the purpose of forcing her to respect the lives of her jews, her peasants and her convicts. If we have been as culpable, must we not face the mortification of being similiarly criticized? If we have a cancer in the national breast, denying his existence will not keep the poison from our blood.
It is just possible that Mrs. Willard may feel some undefined irritation at feeling one of the scorned receiving honors from the influential. For that Miss Wells has been made much of it shown by Mrs. Willard's own letter. Speaking of Miss Wells, she says:
"She comes endorsed by Fredrick Douglass, and has been received by many of the high and some of the best in England. She is in with the leading London papers, such as the Daily News, really the government organ the Sun, T.P. O Connor's paper, and the like. The Chronicle has given her one column and one of its big leaders; the Echo has written her up, also the Westminister Gazette and many other strong and influential papers. Among the people she has interested is the Rev. Joseph Parker of the City Temple, the tragedian of the pulpit. She has come at a time itself opportune for all the big annual May meetings, has been received by many of them, been heard and got resolutions passed, etc. Dined and fenated, as inclosed clippings will indicate. Her books reviewed and pictures published.
"Now this would be all right if she were honorable, honest and truthful. If loyal to country or party. But she has no good word for her country, and says some dreadful things, and inters others even worse. She is as sly as an Indian in her speech, and wicked as a tiger. She is rather flue looking, a good sposker, calm and possessed, and has learned her role well. It is still hard to understand, though, by what means she secures so many honors, seemingly without effort. Miss Wells' published material however, does not justify the acusation that she is shy or tigerish. Here is a communication written by her to the editor of the Daily Chronicle London.
Sir, Every moment of my time has been so fully occupied since Governor Northern's letter was published that I have not before been able to reply to his charges that my statements are false. Your leader and Dr. Clifford's splendid letter have pointed out that it is not my statements alone, but the reports in the American newspapers, which reveal the lawlessness of the United States. I have only given the negro side of these stories. I have cuttings of lynchings running back six years, which were taken from the columns of the American dallies. This news has been furnished by the Associated Press. Only one newspaper in the United States has kept record of these lynchings of reported and compiled statistics therefrom, The Chicago Tribune has made it a feature the first day of every year to publish a list of the yearly record of murder suicide, railway accident lynching etc. This it has done for the last ten years and in keeping with its custom on the first day of January 1804 was published the complete lynching record for 1809. The list occupied almost two columns and beginning with January 1, 1898, the date, name, rate accusation and place of lynching were given for every day in the year that a lynching took place. The Tribune and the Associated Press are edited and owned by white men.
"Governor Northern says: There is not a community or a government of similiar extent into which your paper goes, that is more law spiding and peaceful than the people of the state over which I have the honor to preside. The authority which I quote, above shows that Georgia lynched fifteen negroes last year. Two of these were charged with "rape" three with alleged rape, one with attempted rape, one with turning state's evidence, one with assault and battery, and seven with murder. the People of Georgia have never denied any part of this record. The state of Georgia's lynching record for 1892 was seventeen persons and for this present year, up to May 1, three negroes have been lynched in Georgia. This is all during Governor Northen's administration, and beyond a few letters, and a word or two in denunciation of lynching in general, to deceive the outside public. nothing has been done by the chief executive of Georgia to stop lynching. Several of these lynchings took place in broad daylight, and Governor Northen has done nothing to protect prisoners or punish lynchers. More than 100 negroes have been lynched in this manner in different parts of the state since he became its governor. If his neighbor, Governor Tillman of South Carolina, could invoke the military power of his state to enforce the liquor laws surely as much might be done to protect human life, but Governor Northen has not a single instance of this kind to his credit In deed, there passed through Liverpool in March fifty negroes who came direct Atlantis en route to Liberia They said they were willing to brave African fever, the jungle, anything to secure freedom and protection of the law, which they were denied in Georgia, They said there were hundreds in Atlantis, who would come if they had only money to pay their passage.
Outside agitation has done some good even in the south, when the governor of the great state of Georgia comes forward to defend her. It is the truest kindness to him and his state to point out that if they would have the world's good opinion and support they must put down lawlessness with a firm hand, that general denial in face of all facts will not be accepted. Governor Northen did not tell you that he signed a bill against lynching last winter which passed the state legislator. The bill provides that it shall be a misdemeanor for any sheriff to fall to protect the life of a prisoner, and a felony to take part in any attempt to mob a prisoner of the law! To my way of thinking nothing could be more vividly portray all I have claimed than the wording of the above law. It recognizes that sheriffs have aided and abetted mobs, and that the state considers it a misdemeanor for them so to do.
London June B. Ida B. Wells.
The truth is Mrs/ Willard, we do burn, shoot and hang negroes who break the law. It is a terrible thing to have the world know this, but it is not so bad a thing as that we should do it.
And then-as to the cause!
Permit me to tell of one typical case.
The brother of a dear friend of mine lives in the south, on the Suwanee river. He has cultivated his plantation there for many years- it is all he has in the world and has raised his family of boys and girls there. His wife has been dead for many years and the older girls have done the housework and cared for the younger children. It is a very free delightful life they lead and so much attached it to are they that life in cities has little attraction for them, and when they have visited relatives in cities they have pines for the beautoful, wild home on the Suwanee. The planter has always been a friend of the negro, and has written some and worked much for the mitigation of the negro convict, expecially those employed in the phosphate mines. Last summer, one of the daughters being lill two of her sisters were sent on horseback to the nearest town, which is several miles distant for medicine. The father slayed in the house to care for the sick girl, and his youngest daughter, a bouny thing 11 years of age was sent out to pick some beries for tea. She tied on her little sun bonnet took her pall and went out.
She was never seen alive again.
Tea time came, the girls returned from the town, and Mary was called. "She did not come. A search was begun. No one doubted much what the result would be. There had been two tragedies to the same country, which indicated very truly what the terrified sisters had to expect. And they found what they expected - only 200 feet from the house over among the scrub palmettos, besides a log. The little brown eyes had been cut out with a knife. The pretty white throat was cut so that the head barely hung to the body. The sweey body was otherwise mutilated. And by the side of the body was the print of a huge naked foot. the foot of a giant.
Two negroes were arrested. A crowd gathered the next morning that numbered hundreds, and that grew as the day went on. Men and women ame and tied their horses to the oaks, and participated in the great trial which was conducted there. Four clergymen were present. The father hired an attorney to question and defend the negroes under arrest. By the evidence of white men, and by his own evidence, one negro was acquitted. The other was proved to be near the place of the murder at the hour of its occurance. His foot was fitted ito the print beside the body and found to correspond in every particular. and finally the bloody clothes he had worn were found hidden in the house.
Even then the men delayed.
"Let him live an hour," the father said. Give him a chance to repent. Let him confess and die telling truth. He asked the clergymen to pray for him. They refused. he asked the attorney if there was any possibly chance that a mistake had been made. The attorney told him not to make a fool of himself.
The men and women built a pyre of dry branches. But the father would not let them burn him alive.
"Do what you like with the body," he said. "But I will not let you burn him alive."
They put a rope around the man's neck. He begged for another hour and said he would confess if they would give it to him. they consented. He made a confession and one hour later, as the minute hand marked the sixtieth second, they drew the rope up over the bough of a tree. When they took him down there were thirty bullet holes in him. They laid his body-it was almost seven feet tall, and the head was like that of a chimpanzee-upon the dery boughs, and it burned until it was but bones and ashes.
There in language that tells the whole reolvting hideous brutal truths are the facts of this typical case. The negro showed himself a brute - like some monster of the African forest, born to waste and kill and tear. And he was treated like such a brute. No gorilla, or wild boar, or wolf could have been treated worse.
It is almost useless to expect that anyone could suffer as that family suffered and not be forever injured. Neither the heart nor the brain, and perphaps, not even the body could ever again be quite as normal as they had been. Merely to read the tale it is enough to destroy ones sleep/ And it would be a shame to write it is it were not the tremendous line of defense must be offered to justify the least degree the manner in which revenge is taken upon the negroes.
But even this will not justify it. Nothing justified the taking of a human life.
But all the same, any man, no matter how temperate in his passions, would under any circumstances such as i have portrayed, go out to hunt the death the wild beast who had entered his home and wrought there a friend's ruin.
]So stands the case. And Miss Wells has her point of view-and no wonder. And those who share the other side have theirs, and no wonder. It's a condition which must be faced, and which cannot be denied. And the world will know it.
There is a war between the races. This war does not extend to every member of each race . Some negroes and some white men and women are good friends. And perhaps the friendship will grow. But meantime the outlook is discouraging. Even the working men, combining, fighting and working to keep their just rights from being taken from them have refused the admission of negroes to the American Railway union. They believe that the earner has rights that ought to be respected by the employer. But they have not yet discovered that the negro has any social rights that his fellow laborer is bound to respect.
So we grind each other! So we crash! So the greeds meet like opposing floods. And in the fury of their meeting men go down.
There is no use of trying to find the right in this war of races. There is no right. There is no right. There is nothing but wrong. Espouse no side. Neither side is worthy of espousal. It is an episode of history that one contemplates with horrified eyes.
Elia W. Peattie.
A Summer Breeze.
A tiny willful summer breeze
Went roving through the fluids and trees
He started in the early morn
When day was yet but newly born
And wondered through the livelong day
Ever playful on his way.
He roughed the feathers of a bird
Whose morning song no more was heard,
For quickly he began to prim
To get himself once more in trim.
He blew against a lindou bee
Who flying homeward heavily,
Was made to take a wildur flight
Before at home he could slight.
The petals of a lovely flow's
He scattered in a pretty show'r.
Then dipped his sephyr fingers in a brooklet with its merry din,
That through a wood as damp and cool
Flowed onward to a mossy pool.
He changed the em'rald poplar tree
To shining silver fair to see
And swung a bird's nest to and fro
That held threw eggs as white as snow,
He left a field and wood and down,
And blew into the busy town
Where soon he raised the dust in clouds
And sifted it among the crowds.
A person's window has crept in,
The sermon's leaves be gave a spin,
Then out again he flew straightaway
Bent odly on his fun and play.
A church door open, up the aisle
He pushed his way in playful style
And lifted up a bride's white vail
And kissed the bride all fair and pale.
Across a new born infant's face
He crept with fond and hung ring pace
And toitered for a moment in
The dimples in his cheek and chin.
Through corridors where marbles gleam
And riches weave a golden dream-
Through huts, where poverty is found
And shadows fall with dopths profound,
He traversed 'till the night began
With darkness all the world to span;
Then wearily he homeward flew
All damp with softly falling dew
And in a moonflow's opened wide
He laid him down, and gently died.
W. Heed Dunboy.
The natives at Colen and Panama were lately discovered in a fairly sharp scheme to rib the steamship company.
The transfer of bales and packages of Indis rubber over the lathmus is always large in volume after, the arrival of steamers from Persuand Mexico. Then there are constant arrivals from Columbia and Nicaragua as well as local receipts from within a few miles of Colon. These, piled on the docks, make a large aggregate and at favorable opportunity a bale or two would be dropped overboard, and as rubber naturally, will float, it was comparatively as easy matter to pilot the booty to a point whence it could be readily landed and disposed of by a "fence" As a bale weighs from 100 to 200 pounds, the haul was a good one to the native. The loss could not be discovered until after the steamer reached New York, and it bothered American detectives for months, until the leak was finally located.
THE HERMIT OF SOUTH OMAHA.
Down in the green freshness and beauty of Syudicate park there is a little ave or dugout that shelters a strange personage. He is a short man with stooping shoulders and has long hair of a reddish brown color and a tangled beard of the same hue.His face is tapped until it resembles parchment, and with the old clothes all stained, he makes a study in brown that is rather picturesque. Amidst all this brown the only thing that has life and color are his eyes of blue that seem ever restlessly looking for some unseen-object.
"Old Charlie," for that is the only name he is known by, is a tinker by trade. Every day he comes forth from the park carrying his little furnace and tools and makes a tour of the streets, looking for tinware to mend. He has become a familiar figure to the housewives and he receives many a little job of work. Day after day he trudges on, heeding not the taunts of the boys whose delight it is to torment him on account of his uncouth appearance.
After the day's work is done, he creeps slowly down through the trees in the park until he reaches his cave hidden by the branches of alder bushes, and swings himself down and is lost to sight. Here he shouts out the world from his toys and his sorrows, no jeering boys come high him, and no sound from the busy world disturbs him as he dreams his dreams and lives over again the past. And who can teli what his thoughts may be, there alone in the damp earth? He seldom says anything about himself about himself, but once in a while the longing to tell some one of his sorrows becomes too great, and then he tells story. It is but a simple tale, old as human nature itself. He tells how that in a land far across the sea he loved a beautiful girl. He worshiped her with all the ardor of his young soul, and it seemed that he could hardly live except when he was in her presence.
She was his promised bride, and he had made all plans for coming to this country as soon as they were married. But alas, for his high hopes. Just one short month before the day set for the wedding he received a letter from her, stating that she would never see him again. She was going away with a man she loved better. She begged him to forgive her. He was founde lying in his rooms some time after by his mother, with the fatal letter crushed in his hands. He was ill for many days with a brain fever, and when the fever was gone a great change had taken place in him. He was no longer the happy lad as of old, but was the prematurely aged man that we see today.
They said that he was insane, slightly demented and perhaps, they were right. Who can tell. He soon left the old home in the land aerosithe sea and drifted hither and thither over this brond land. And at last he came to South Omaha and took up his home and the beauties of our little park. Sometimes he is driven by thoughts of the past to the cup and there for awhile his poor, muddled brain forgets the misserable past.
And then he will go reeling down to his home the forlorness looking mortal that ever waiged. He says that he has relatives who are wealthy, but they will have nothing to do with him. Perhaps they do not like his eccentric ways.
Old Charlie, old in sorrow but not in years, lives on, shut up within himself. Some say he is queer and thik he is insane, but who of us have not felt the same desire to flee from the world and all its hollowness and mockery and be alone with self and God? If only we might sometimes go away and let ourselves down into a cave and there dream our dreams and fight out battles and conquer ourselves, then there might be more happiness than we see how.
We buile a ladder of our hopes
And climb high up tow'rd heaven.
Not soon the rude shocks of this earth
Its frail supports have risen.
And back we fall all bruised and torn
And few again have braveness
To rear once more the golden stairs
And climb high up to greatness
W. Reed Dunroy.
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