Decatur Democrat, Volume 44, Number 3, Decatur, Adams County, 29 March 1900 — Page 7
IN HIS STEPS. “V/hat Would Do?” By CHARLES M. EH2LDON. „ , h ted ."nd pubMshc lin 1 ook f< rm by Advaien Publishini. Co. <•» Uucago.] [CONTINI ED.] So Felicia and the birhop had an im..■,vised lunch, and the bi. hop, who. to tell the truth, had not tax :i time for ■veeks to enjoy his meals. ft asted on the delict of his unexpected discovery and Tx'-./able to express bis astonishment „,‘d gratification at the quality of the cookery ■•I thought yon would at least say <t wB9 as good as the meals you used to ..«t at the Auditorium at the big ba i"nets.” said Felicia slyly. M -As good as!’ The Auditorium banflTiets were simply husks compared to one, Felicia. But you must come to the settlement. I want you to see v hat we are doing. And I am simply astonished to find you here earning Tpnr living this way. I begin to see what vour plan is. You can be of infinite help to us. You don't really mean that you will live here and help these ' people to know the value of good food ?’' 1 ..Indeed I do,” Felicia answered gravely. ‘‘That is my gospel. Shall I not follow it’!” •‘Ave. ave! You’re right Bless God f or peuse like jours. When I left the world’ -the bishop smiled at the phrase —“they were talking a good deal about the ‘new woman.' If you are one of them. I am a convert right now and i here. ” “Flattery still! Is there no escape : from it even in the slums of Chicago?” Felicia laughed again, and the bishop's h, art, heavy though it had grown durI j a .r svi ral months of vast sin bearing, rejoiced to hear it. It sounded good. It I was good. It belonged to God. Felicia wanted to visit the settlement and went back with the bishop. She was amazed at the results of what considerable money and a good deal of conI secrated brains had done. As they walked through the building they talked incessantly Felicia was the incarnation ]. f vital enthusiasm. Even the bishop wondered at the exhibition of it as it bubbled up and sparkled over. They went down into the basement, and the bishop pushed open the door, frem behind which came tie sound of a carpenter’s plane. It was a small but well equipped carpenter's shop. A young man with a paper cap on his head and clad in blouse and overalls was whistling and driving the plane as he whistled. He looked up as the bishop and Felicia entered and took off his cap As he did so his little finger carried a email curling shaving up to his hair and it caught there. “Miss Sterling, Mr. Stephen Clyde. ’ said the bishop. “Clyde is one of our helpers here two afternoons in the i week. ” Just then the bishop was called up ] stairs, and he excused himself for a moment. leaving Felicia and the young : carpenter together. “We have met before.” said Felicia, looking at Clyde frankly. ■'¥•-. ‘back in the world.' as the [bishop says.” replied the young man. and his lingers trembled a little as they lay on the board he had been planing. “Yes.” Felicia hesitated. “1 am very glad to see yon. ” “Are you?” The flush of pleasure mounted to the young carpenter’s forehead. “You have had a great deal of trouble since—then ?” he said, and then he was afraid he had wounded her or called up painful memories, but Felicia had lived over al! that. “Yes. and you also How is it you are working here?” “It is a long story. Miss Sterling My father lost his money, and I was obliged to go to work, a very good thing for me. The bishop says I ought to be grateful lam lam very happy now. I learned the trade hoping some time to be of use. I am night clerk at one of the hotel--. That Sunday morning when you took the pledge at Nazareth Avenue church I took it with the others. ’ “Did y..:,?” said Felicia slowly “1 am glad.'' 'Just then the bishop came back, and very soon he and Felicia went away. 1 aviag the young carpenter at his work, n '.iced that he whistlev! louder than ever as he planned. “1‘ licia.'' said the bishop, “did you know Stephen Clyde before?” ‘Y es. ‘back in the world. ’ dear bishop jHe was one of my acquaintances in INazareth Avenue church. ” ’Ah said the bishop. ‘YYe were very good friends,” added reheia. 'But nothing more ?’ ’ the bishop ventured to ask. Felicia's face glowed for an instant, ncn -he looked the bishop in the eyes •rankly and answered: Truly and truly, nothing more.” It would be just the way of the for those two people to come to >»e each other, though.'' thought the ishop to himself, and somehow the ■ 'Ught made him grave. It was aly>ost like the old pang over Camilla. T' 1 *t passed, leaving him afterward. ; en Felicia had gone back, with tears •> ns eyes and a feeling that was alfe that Felicia and Stephen ' I’ke each other. “Afterall.” said ’’'kop. like the sensible, good man ‘-‘tue w’as, “is not romance a part of ‘“••lanity? Love is older than lam and [Wiser.
w eek following the bishop had ■ 'jperitnce that belongs to this part the settlement's history. tn." as conj ing back to the settle- . “ hite from some gathering of a!*. ’ tn ' f ini? tailors and was walking . "’th his hands behind biin, an h f ° men J nin pcd out from behind fact t ' lat s h nt °ff an abandoned Our. 'r u° IU t ' le stTec t and faced him 0 the men thrust a jiistol into the.
bishop’s face, and the other threatened him with a ragged stake that had evidently been torn from the fence. txdd up your hands, and be quick about it! ' said the man with the pistol. The place was solitary, and the bishop had-no thought of resistance. He did as he was commanded, and the man with the stake began to go through his pockets. The bishop was calm. His nerves did not quiver. As he stood there with his arms uplifted an ignorant spectator might have thought that he was praying for the souls of these two men. And he was. and his prayer was singularly answered that very night. CHAPTER XI Righteousness shall go before him and shall let us in the way of his steps. The bishop wan not in the habit of carrying much money with him, and the man with the stake, who was searching him, uttered an oath at the small amount of change he found. As he uttered it the man with the pistol savagely said: “Jerk out his watch! We might as well get all we can out of the job.” The man with the stake was on the point of laying hold of the chain when there was t he sound of footsteps coming toward them. “Get behind the fence! We haven’t half searched him yet. Mind you keep shut now if you don't want”—
The man with the pistol made a significant gesture with it. and his companion pulled and pushed the bishop down the alley and through a ragged broken opening in the fence. The three stood still there in the shadow until the footsteps passed. “Now. then, have you got the watch?” asked the man with the pistol. “No; the chain is caught somewhere!” And the other man swore again. “Break it. then!” "No; don't break it.” the bishop said, and it was the first time he had spoken. “The chain is the gift of a very dear friend. I should be sorry to have it broken. ” At the sound of the bishop’s voice the man with the pistol started as if he had been suddenly shot by his own weapon With a quick movement of his other hand he turned the bishop's head (toward what little light was shining from the alley*way. at the same time taking a step nearer. Then, to the evident amazement of his companion, he said roughly “Leave the watch alone. We’ve got the money That’s enough. ” “Enough! Fifty cents! You don’t reckon”— Before the man with the stake could say another word he was confronted with the muzzle of the pistol, turned from the bishop’s head toward his own. “Leave that watch be and put back the money too. This is the bishop we’ve held up —the bishop! Do you hear?” “And what of it? The president of the United States wouldn’t be too good to hold up if” — “I say. you put the money back, or in five minutes I’ll blow a hole through your head that’ll let in more sense than you have to spare now. ” said the other. For - a second the man with the stake seemed to hesitate at this strange turn in events, as if measuring his companion’s intention Then he hastily dropped the money back into the bishop’s pocket. f “You can take your hands down, sir.” The man with the weapon lowered it slowly, still keeping an eye on the other man and speaking with rough respect The bishop slowly brought his arms to his side and looked earnestly at the two men. In the dim light it was difficult to distinguish features. He was evidently free to go his way now. but he stood there, making no movement. “Y’ou can go on You needn't stay any longer on our account ” The man who had acted as spokesman turned and sat down on a stone. The other man stood viciously digging his stake into the ground. “That’s just what I'm staying for,” replied the bishop He sat down on a board, that projected from the broken fence. “Y’ou must like our company. It is hard sometimes for people to tear themselves away from us.” the man standing up said, laughing coarsely. "Shut up!” exclaimed the other. “We're on the road to hell, though; that's sure enough. We need better company than ourselves and the devil. “If you would only allow me to be of any help”— The bi hop spoke gently, even lovingly. The man on the stone stared at the bishop through the darkness. After a moment of silence he spoke slowly, like one who had finally decided upon a course he bad at first rejected. “Do you remember ever seeing me before?” “No, ” said the bishop. “The light is not very good, and 1 have really not had a good look at you. “Do yon know me now?” The man ’suddenly t<«koff his hat and. getting up from the stone, walked over to the bishop until they were near enough to touch each other. The man's hair was coal black, except one spot on the top of his head about as large as the palm of the hand, which was white. The minute the bishop saw that he started. The memory of IS years ago I began to stir in him The man helped : hint. “Don’t you remember one day back in ’Bl or 'B2 a man came to your house and told a story about his wife and child having been burned to death in a tenement fire in New York. “Yes; 1 begin to recall now.” murmured the bishop The otht r man seemed to be interested. He ceased < ig ging his stake in the ground and stood still, listening. “Do you remember how you took me into your own house that night and spent all the next day trying to find me a job and how. when you succeeded in j getting me a place in a warehouse as foreman. I promised to quit drinking because you asked me to ?
“I remember it now, ” the bishop replied gently. “I hope you have kept your promise. ” Tiie man laughed savagely. Then he struck his hand against the fence with such sudden passion that he drew blood. “Kept it! 1 was drunk inside of a week. I've been drinking ever since, but I’ve never forgotten you or your prayer. Do you remember, the morning after I came to your house and after breakfast, you had prayers and asked nie to come in and sit with the rest ? That got me. But my mother used to pray I can see her now kneeling down 1 y my bed when 1 was a lad. Father came in one night drunk and kicked her while she was kneeling there by me. but 1 never forgot that prayer of yours that morning Y’ou prayed for me just as mother used to. and you djd not seem to take count of the fact that I was ragged and tough looking and more than half drunk when I rung your doorbell. My God. what a life I’ve lived! The saloon has housed me and homed me and made hell on earth for me. But that prayer stuck to me all the time. My promise not to drink was broken in a thousand pieces inside of two Sundays, and I lost the job you found for me and landed in a police station two days afterward, but I never forgot yon or yojir prayer I don’t know what good it's done me, but 1 never forgot it. and I won't do any harm to yon nor let any one else. So you're free to go That’s why. ” The bishop did not stir. Somewhere a church clock struck 1. The man had put. on his hat and gone back to his seat on the stone. The bishop was thinking hard. ■ ‘How long is it since you had work ?’ he asked, and the man standing up answered for the other “More n six months since either of us did anything to tell of. unless you count holding up work I call it pretty wearing kind of a job myself, especially when we put in a night like this one and don’t make nothing. ” "Suppose 1 found good jobs for both of you. Would you quit this and begin all- over ?’' "What's the use?' The man on the stone spoke sullenly “I ve reformed a hundred times Every time Igo down deeper The devil's began to foreclose on me already It’s too late. ’ "No'” said the bishop, and never be fore the mo: t entranced audience had he felt the desire for souls burn up in him so strongly All the time he sat there during the remarkable scene he prayed "O Lord Jesus, give me the souls of these two for thee! lam hnn gry for them! Give them to me* "No!” the bishop repeated "What does God want of you two men ? It doesn't so much matter what 1 want but he wants just what 1 do in this case You two men are of infinite value to him ' Ami then the bishop's won derful memory came to his aid in an appeal such as no one else on earth among men could make under such cir cumstances. He had remembered the man s name in spite of the wonderfully busy years that lay between his coming to the house and the present moment "Burns.” he said, and he yearned over the men with an unspeakable long ing for them both "if you and your friend here will go home with me to night 1 will find you both places of honorable employment I will believe in you and trust you Y’ou are both comnaratively young men. Why should God lose you ? It is a great thing to win- the love of the great Father It is a small thing that 1 should love yon but if you need to feel again that there is love in the world you will believe me when I say. my brothers, that 1 love you and in the name of him who was crucified for our sins I cannot bear to see you miss the glory of the human life Come! Be men! Make another try for it God helping yon No one but God and you and myself need evei know anything of this tonight He has forgiven it The minute you ask him to you will find that true Conte' We ll fight it out together, von two and 1 It’s worth fighting for Everlasting life is. It was the sinner that Christ came to help I'll do what I can for you 0 God. give me the souls of theseytwo men!” . The bishop broke into a prayer to God that was a continuation of his ap pea! to the men. His pent up feeling had no other outlet Before he had prayed many moments Burns was sit ting with his face buried in his hands, sobbing. Where were his mother’s prayers now ? They were adding to the power of the bishop's. And the other man. harder, less moved, without a previous knowledge of the bishop, leaned back against the fence, stolid at first, but as the prayer went on he was moved by it What force of the Holy Spirit swept over his dulled, brutal, coarsened life nothing but the eternal records of the recording angel can ever disclose, but that same supernatural presence that smote Paul on the road to Damascus arid poured through Henry Maxwell's church the morning he asked disciples to follow in Jesus’ steps and had again broken irresistibly over the Nazareth Avenue congregation now manifested himself in this foul corner of the mighty city and over the natures of these two sinful, sunken men, apparently lost to all the pleadings of conscience and memory of God. The bishop’s prayer seemed to break open the crust that had for years surrounded these two men and shut them off from divine communication. and they themselves were thoroughly startled by the event The bishop ceased, and at first he himself did not realize what had hap pened. Neither did the two men. Burns] still sat with his head bowed between I his hands The man leaning against the ; fence looked at the bishop with a face ] in which new emotions of awe. repentance. astonishment and a broken gleam of joy struggled for expression. The bishop rose. “Come, my brothers! God is good Y’ou shall stay at the settlement tonight, and 1 will make good my promise as to the work. ”
The two men followed the bishop in silence When they reached the settlement, it was after 2 o'clock. The bishop let them in and led them to a room At the door he paused a moment His tall commanding figure stood in the door wiv. and his j ale face, worn with his recent experiences, was illuminated with tne divine glory “God bless you. my brothers!” he said. and. leaving them his benediction. ; he went away In the morning he almost dreaded to face the men. lint the impression of the night had not worn away True to his promise, the bishop secured work for them The janitor at the settlement j needed an assistant, owing to the growth of the work there So Burns was given the place. The bishop succeeded in getting his companion a position as driver for a firm of warehouse dray manufacturers not far from the settlement. And the Holy Spirit, struggling in these two darkened, sinful men. began his marvelous work of regeneration. It was the afternoon following that morning when Burns was installed in his new position as assistant janitor that he was cleaning off the front steps of the settlement when he paused a I moment and stood up to look about him. The first thing he noticed was a beer sign just across the alley He could almost touch it with his broom from where he stood. Over the street imme- ] diately opposite were two large saloons. ] and a little farther down were three more. Suddenly the door of the nearest sa- ] loon opened, and a man came out At the same time two more went in. A strong odor of beer floated up to Burns ■ as he stood on the steps of the settle- ' ment. He clutched his broom handle tight and began to sweep again. He I had one foot on the porch and another j on the step just below. He took another ! step down, still sweeping The sweat I stood out on his forehead, although the ; day was frosty and the air chill The saloon door opened again, and three or ] four men came out. A child went in with a pail and came out a moment later with a quart of beer. The child went by on the sidewalk just below him. and the odor of the beer came up to I him. He took another step down, still ] sweeping desperately His fingers were , purple as he clutched the handle of the ] broom Then suddenly he pulled himself up one step and swept over the spot he had just cleaned He then dragged himself by a tremendous effort back to the floor of the porch and went over into the corner of it farthest from the saloon and began to sweep there. “O God.” he] cried, “if the bishop would only come | back!” The bishop had gone out with Dr Bruce somewhere, and there was no one about the settlement that he , knew He swept in the corner for two or three minutes. His face was drawn with the agony of the conflict. Gradu- ] ally he edged out again toward the steps and began to go down them. He looked ] toward the sidewalk and saw that he had left one step unswept The sight I seemed to give him a reasonable excuse [ for going down there to finish hissweeping He was on the sidewalk now. sweeping the last step, with his face toward the settlement and his back turned partly on the saloon across the alley He swept the step a dozen times. ’ The sweat rolled over his face and drop- > ped down at his feet. By degrees he felt . that he was drawn over toward that I end of the step nearest the saloon He 1 could smell the beer and rum now as ■ the fumes rose around him It was like 1 the infernal, sulphur of the lowest hell. | and yet it dragged him. as by a giant’s ' hand, nearer its source He was down in the middle of the ] sidewalk now. still sweeping He clear ! ed the space in front of the settlement ] and even went out into the gutter and ; swept that He took off his hat ami rub- I bed his sleeve over his face. His lips I were palid. and his teeth chattered. He I trembled all over like a palsied'man and staggered back and forth, as if he j were already drunk His soul shook ' within him. He had crossed over the little piece of j stone flagging that measured the width ; of the alley, and now he stood in front ] of the saloon, looking at the sign and ] staring into the window at the pile of | whisky and beer bottles arranged in a ! great pyramid inside'. He moistened his : lips with his tongue and took a step I forward, locking around him stealthily. : The door suddenly opened again, and . some one came out. Again the hot, penetrating smell of the liquor swept out into the cold air, and he took another step toward the saloon door, which had shut behind the customer As he laid his fingers on the door handle a tall figure came around the corner It was the bishop. He seized Burns by the arm and dragged him back upon the sidewalk. The frenzied man. now mad- for drink, shrieked out a curse and struck at the bishop savagely It is doubtful if he really knew at first who was snatching him away from his ruin. The blow fell upon the bishop's face and cut a gash in his cheek. He never uttered a word, but over his face a look of majestic sorrow swept. He picked Burns up as if he had been a child and actually carried him up the steps into the settlement. He placed ' him down in the hall and then shut the ; door and put his back against it Burns fell on his knees, sobbing and ■ praying The bishop stood there, pant- j ing with his exertion, although Burns ] was a slight built man and bad not ] been a great weight for one of the I bishop’s strength to carry The bishop ] was moved with unspeakable pity “Pray. Burns—pray as you never ; prayed before! Nothing else will eave i you!' "O God! Pray with me! Save me! { Oh. save me from my bell!” cried; Burns, and the bishop kneeled by him ; in the hall and prayed as only he could. | After that they arose, and Burns I went into his room He came out of it ] that evening like a huml le child, and j the bishop went his way, older from .
that experience, bearing on his body i the marks of the Lord Jesus. Truly he was learning something of what it means to walk in his steps. But the saloon l It stood there, and all the others lined the street like so ‘ many traps set i'< r Burns How long would the man be able to Resist the' smell of the damnable stuff? The bishop was out on the porch The air of the [ whole city seemed to be impregnated , with the odor of beet “How long, O God. how long?” the bishop prayed. Dr Bruce came out. and the two friends tallied over Burns and his temptation "Did you ever make apy inquiries about the ownership of this property adjoining ns?” the bishop asked. ‘No: I haven’t taken time for it. I will now if you think it would be worth while. But what can we do, Edward, against the saloon in this great city ? It is as firmly established as the churches or politics. What power can ever re- , move it?” “God will do it in time, as he removed slavery,” replied the bishop gravely. “Meanwhile I think we have ] a right to know who controls this saloon ] so near the settlement. ” “I’ll find out.” said Dr. Bruce. Two days later he walked into the ; business office of one of the members of l Nazareth Avenue church and asked to] see him a few moments. He was cor- [ dially received by his old parishioner, who welcomed him into his room and ] urged him to take all the time he wanted. “I called to see you about that prop- ] erty next to the settlement, where the ] bishop and myself now are. you know I am going to sueak plainly, because J life is too short and too serious for us both to have any foolish hesitation about this matter. Clayton, do you think it is right to rent that property I for a saloon ?” Dr Bruce’s question was as direct and uncompromising as he had meant it to be The effect of it on his old parishioner was instantaneous. The hot blood mounted to the face of the man who sat there, a picture of: business activity in a great city. Then he grew pale, dropped his head on his hands, and when he raised it again Dr Bruce was amazed to see a tear roll over his parishioner’s face. “Doctor, did you know that I took the pledge that morning with the others?" “Yes, I remember. ” "But you never knew how I have been tormented over my failure to keep i it in this instance That saloon prop- : erty has been the temptation of the! devil to me. It is the best paying investment at present that I have, and yet it was only a minute before you came in here that I was in an agony of remorse to think how 1 was letting a little earthly gain tempt me into denial of the very Christ I had promised to follow I know well enough that he would never rent property for such a purpose. There is no need, dear doctor, for you to say a word more ” Clayton held out his hand, and Dr. Bruce grasped it and shook it hard. After a little he went away, but it was a long time aft erward that he learned all the truth about the struggle that Clayton had known It was only a part of the history that belonged to Nazareth Avenue church since that memorable morning when the Holy Spirit sanctioned the Christlike pledge. Not even the bishop and Dr. Bruce, moving as they now did in the very presence itself of divine impulses. knew yet that over the whole sinful city the’Spirit was brooding with mighty eagerness, waiting for the disciples to arise to the call of sacrifice and suffering, touching hearts long dull and cold, making business men and money makers uneasy in their absorption by the one great struggle for more wealth and stirring through the church as never in all the city's history the church had been moved. The bishop and Dr ! Bruce had already seen some wonderful things in their brief life at the settle | ment They were to see far greater ] soon, more astonishing revelations of ] the Divine power than they had sup j posed possible in this age of the world. I Within a month the saloon next the) settlement was closed. The saloon keeper’s lease had expired, and Clayton not only closed the property to the whisky men. but offered the use of the building to the bishop and Dr Bruce for the set- ] tlemcnt wofk. which had now grown so] large that the building was not suffi- ] cient for the different industries that I were planned. One of the most impor ] tant of these was the pure food depart { ment suggested by Felicia It was not ] a month after Clayton turned the saloon > property over to the settlement that j Felicia found herself installed in the very room where souls had been lost as I head of a department not only of cooking. but of a course of housekeeping for girls who wished to go out to service She was now a resident of the settlement and found a home with Mrs Bruce and the other young women from I the city who were residents. Martha, j the violinist, remained at the place I where the bishop had first discovered ] the two girls and came over to the set- - tlement certain evenings to give lessons ] in music. "Felicia, tell us your plan in full now. ’ ’ said the bishop one evening when, in a rare interval of rest from the great pressure of work. he. with Dr Bruce and Felicia, had come in from the other building. “Well; I have long thought of the] hired girl problem.” said Felicia, with; an air of wisdom that made Mrs. Bruce j smile as she looked at the enthusiastic. ] vital beauty of this young girl, trans- | formed into a new creature by the I promise she had made to live the Christ- I like life, “and I have reached certain conclusions in regard to it that you men are not yet able to fathom, but Mrs. Bruce here will understand me.” j 1 “We acknowledge our infancy, Felicia. Go on.” said the bishop humbly “Then this is what 1 propose to do The old saloon building is large enough i to arrange into a suit of rooms that
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will represent an ordinary house. My plan is to have it so arranged and then teach housekeeping and cooking to girls who will afterward go out to service. The course will be six months long. In that time I will teach plain cooking, neatness, quickness and a love of good work. ’' “Hold on. Felicia!” the bishop interrupted. “This is not an age of miracles. ’* “Then I will make it one, ” replied Felicia. “I know this seems like an impossibility. but I want- to try it. I know a score of girls already who will take the course, and if we can once establish something like an esprit de.corps among the girls themselves I am sure it will be of great value to them 1 know already that -the pure food is working a revolution in many families.” “Felicia, if you can accomplish half of what you propose to do, it will bless this whole community,” said Mrs. Bruce. “I don’t see how you can do it, but I say ‘God bless you!’ as you try.” “So say we all!” cried Dr. Bruce and the bishop, and Felicia plunged into the working but of her plan with the enthusiasm of her discipleship, which every day grew more and more practical and serviceable It must be said here that Felicia’s plan succeeded beyond all expectations. She developed wonderful powers of persuasion and taught her girls with astonishing rapidity to do all sorts of housework In time the graduates of Felicia's cooking school came to be prized by housekeepers all over the city. But that is anticipating our story The history of the settlement has never yet been written. When it is, Felicia's part will be found of very great importance. The depth of winter found Chicago presenting, as every great city of the world presents, to the eyes of Christendom that marked contrast between « ’ ricins c h | ietwe-n cul-.fift, r -fin.-ment. In ary. i-::-; and igro 'Sfei iSs struggle lor brand. It was a ha\ ter. but a gay winter Never had\ \ been such a succession of parties, reK tions. balls, dinners, banquets, fetes, gayeties; never had the opera and tho\ theater been so crowded with fashion- \ able audiences, never had there been \ such a lavish display of jewels and fine dresses and equipages, and. on the other hand, never had the deep want and suffering been so cruel, so sharp, so murderous; never had the winds blown so chilling over the lake and through the thin shells of tenements in the ' neighborhood of the settlement; never had the pressure for food and fuel and clothes been so urgently thrust up against the people of the city in their most importunate and ghastly form. Ito be continued.] Terrible Crime Charged. Wadesboro, X. C., March 23.—As a result of the finding of the charred body of Cassie Boon, 20 years old in a woods in Chesterfield county, a few days ago, Harvey, Ben and John Jackson and J. T. Stein, young men of . that community, are in jail charged with the commission of a terrible crime.
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