Fort Atkinson Wisconsin Chief, January 30, 1864

Fort Atkinson Wisconsin Chief

January 30, 1864

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Wisconsin Chief, The (Newspaper) - January 30, 1864, Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin THE WISCONSIN CHIEF, Published by T W. Emma Brown, VOLUME 13. RIGIIT POET ATKINSON, WIS., JAN. 30, 1864, per Annum, in Advance NUMBER 2. FOR THE CHIEF. A MURDER A.ND A MOB. CONCLUDED FROM THE NOVEMBER NtJMBEB, Again the excited populace gathered around the rude scaffold under the oak. This time, there were three candidates for the haller. in- stead of one. I was heavy-hearted, for I did aot understand how, or by what means, we were to escape the doom so closely pending. There WH were side by side, the ropes adjusted, the sentence declared, and the people impatient for the end. They seemed to literally thirst for blood. Their voices reached us clearly, and made the flesh creep on the hones. No mercy in the eyes glaring upon us. Arthur seemed indifferent, and bore many a cruel insult without deigning a notice. Gerald was Not a whis- per escaped his compressed lip, but his eye flash- ed his hatred of that cowardly, mad- dened crowd His long hair hung in a heavy mass over his broad forehead, and his hunting shirt was bared on the chest, but every muscle of the body and face, was as rigid as if of steel. His arms were pinioned bohiud him, and his clenched hands worked with the violence of his emotions. Up the open space through the tim- ber and out across the river, I turned my eye constantly for signs of aid. Were we to dit en that day. and fur no crime And without even the mockery of a trial before such a tribunal said Markly, with assumed sadness, "for evident reasons, we have tried with closed doors. The testimony is over- whelming-. Arthur is already convicted of murder, and this gentleman, of aiding and abet- ting. You. sir, are convicted of resisting the laws in procuring the release of a murderer, and also of stealing from the grave, the body of one of our citizens last Saturday evening Ton were "You LIB, you MURDERER! Unbind these hands, and I will choke the falsehood down your ruffian hissed Gerald between his teeth. Markly foamed with rage, and forgot himself, striking Gerald in the face. The latter sprang back, and before the wretch dreamed of the as- sault, planted his heavy boot full in the face. The people fairly bowled their rage, and ranged around the scaffold, each one eager to avenge the act of Gerald. Shaip, shrill, and protracted, ringing away through the still air, was a whistle from near my elbow Gerald must have made it, for I saw him lift his head from the haud below. It was instantly answered by another in the woods, and followed by the ringing tramp of a hundred horsemen they as swept down the lane, each man armed with rifle, tomahawk and knife. In their midst, was a female closely veiled. The crowd around the scaffold, outnumbered the horsemen two to one, but there was that about the latter which had a magical effect, and the people parted like waves, as the sturdy men rode up and surrounded the scaffold. Markly paled a moment as he saw the new comers, but rallied, and called on the people to stand firm and vindicate law. Yes, you red-handed shouted Gerald, whose arms had been liberated by one of the horsemen, "the law shall be vindicated and justice have her due." Ere Markly was aware, Gerald had lifted the noose from his own neck and thrown it over that of the President. "Now, gentlemen continued Gerald, sneeringly, you are used to setting as jurors, and Your Presi- dent is guilty of all I have charged him. The testimony is ready, and twelve of you shall de- cide whether before the sun goes down, he shall not swing on the tree where he hoped to hang those innocent of no crime. Twelve of you advance and be seated here in front." said the twelve men were compelled to enter the ring, "you are the same who7 condemned this boy to death for the murder of old Mr Saville. He was innocent. The murderer is before you and we shall see whether you will be as ready to give him to the halter." You gasped Markly, try ing to wrench the rope ever his head and push through the closely-wedged horsemen. "We shall see." coolly answered Gerald f 'You caused the death ol one I loved, in the State from which you fled a felon. I might have for- given you for that, but for your attempt to take the of another I love. For the murder of Mr. Saville, these, your friends and neighbors shall judge you." The trial was brief, but exciting. Arthur Moore's evidence was given in a. clear, touching voice, and now that the boy had power behind him, many began to be less clamorous for his life. Slowly at first, and with frequent tremors creeping over her, she detailed the horror of that night of blood j how she had entered her father's apartment for some article of apparel, and caught sight of the murderer's face, and that murderer was Markly. She fled and escaped. Markly was a piteous sight to see. Ghastly, with mortal fear and shaking from head to foot, he looked the wretch that he was. A lifetime of crime was at length arrested, and Justice to be meted out upon the gallows. Like most such men, he proved a coward at last. The justice of a mob! The very men who but a little while since were raging for the blood of an innocent boy, and were about to take his life in the name of law and justice, were now ready to visit the same doom upon the man who had ever led and controled them. As the wave of feeling beat back, they now beheld but a vil- lain in him whom they had so long trusted and obeyed. "Hang him with were the same cries that smote the still air when a fair-haii ed boy mutely appealed to their sense of reason and justice. Markly sought to pray, but could not. A life of crime stalked in before him, and the words were crushed back into his blackened heart. To appeal-for mercy, was useless. A motion of the finger, aud the wretch slowly went up towards the heavy limb, the stout frame writhing in its terrible agony. The rough men were hushed, and Gerald turned away with more of pity than anger upon tKe countenance. God have mercy upon he murmured, and sprang from the planks to the ground. Till the sun went down and the shadows veiled the scene, that form slowly moved in the evening wind, and the Regulators went to their homes, sadder and wiser men. At morn, the body of the President had disappeared, as had the mys- terious band and its leaders. That cruel band, so called Regulators, ceased to be. Their leader was dead, and their fearful power, no more. With reflection, came a sense of the great wrong they had often done, and of the cruelty of MOB LAW. The next witness was the veiled woman who came with the horsemen. As she sprang upon the stand, a murmur ran through the excited crowd. l- Who is she was on every lip. lady lifted her veil, and Jessie Saville stood face to face with the President of the Regulators. "What trick is shouted the cowed prisoner, calling frantically to the crowd. "Hold, said Gerald, -'and hear what she has to say." DISSIPATION IN HIGH few days ago, according to current reports, a most dis- graceful scene was witnessed in the lower honse of Congress. One of the members of that body is said to have appeared upon the floor and de- livered a maudlin speech while deeply ted. The conduct of the representative was'all the more disgusting from the fact that the theme of his incoherent talk was the death of Senator Bowden, of Virginia. It will be a bappy day for our, in some re- spects, unfortunate country, when the people learn to place none but sober men lu Chicago Com. Adv. May we live to see the day when the people learn to place none but sober men in ;