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Show THE CIMMIOLH Ml ItOKKS. ' The Terrible Tale Related by the HiUowed .TJ oilier. New 1 ork, 20. Timea' Washington: Washing-ton: Mrs. Chubolm writes to a friend in Washington, under date of May 20th, turnisiiing further detail of thu ' ,K.umpt;r butchery. She says: "My 1 husband was murdered for no cau-c ' exceut loyalty to tho. flag which bo thought would protect all citizens.! Gilmer was murdered on the street' Jon the way to deliver himself to tbe I herifi. Ho was held by one of his Kiiurd while shot by his son-in-law. McClellan was an old gray-haired: man and a British subject, iie oltjn : assured me that bo would not become j a naturalized citizen because tbe United Statea was not strong enough to protect iw citizens. Knowing he cwuld neither be bought nor frightened fright-ened tho sheriff called him down and delivered him unarmed un-armed to the mob, who despatched him, firing two bullets into his mu head, alier ho was dead. This L caw myself. My boy, ufter having' had his hand shut ufl, turned quickly and placed his shoulder to the door, which the mob was breaking opm with axes and iron bars. At this lime I was n tbe outtide, having gone home a short time previously by direction of my husband. Pulling1 my hand through the grating, I implored my boy to leave. My son Clay caught him iu his arms and raD behind a larye iron cage, but before Clay could spring back to take his pluce against the door Johnnie, cried out 'Oh I my father!' and sprang between his father and Rosser, who n saw Nis in the act of shooting him. Rossar placed his gun at tho heart of my little boy and fired tbo contents into his body. At that instant in-stant my husband obtained tbe only loaded gun tboro, which had been brought Irom our house, and killed Rosaer. When I put my head through tho grating I saw Cornelia fainting aud rubbing her face. I told her for her fat tier's sato to rally. She gathered Her little dead brother in her arms and ran behind tho cage. After the lock had been chopped out of the door I sprang inside to give the alarm that the mob bad fired tho jail. My daughter's faeo was covered with blood from wounds caused by shot which had rebouuaed after striking the iron bars. I told my husband to tight his way through, not knowing then that the cuns which had been left by the guard had been loaded with pow lor only by tbe slierifl. With . Clay's assistance 1 carried Johnnie's , dead body down the stair through the , nail to the outsido door. Turning, I " saw a renewal of ttie attack and my, nusband coming down with our i daughter's arms around hin waist. At this time old Henry Gully was at the door. I urged him back, holding the door with both hands. He put his gun through tbe grating, and Cornelia, throwing her arms around her father's neck, told Gully to kill her arjtl to spare her father. Gully placed the gun within a few inches of her and fired, her arm receiving the contents of both barrels. Another gun was handed to Gully by a boy, which he fired and shot my husband. Phil Gully ran up with a club, but another shot finished him, and be fell, exclaiming "My precious wife, I die innocent. My entire family may be murdered, but if any of my children live, I want them to know I have never done in act nor harbored a thought which would made them blush. Clay tried to stand between him and his mur-dereii, mur-dereii, while Cornelia and I ran to the door to obtain help to-carry my husband home. Blood was running irom Cornelia's shattered arm, which she held and begged for mercy. The answer was a Bhot, which struck her leg. By this time about twenty-five of the crowd ran in, I hastened back to where my husband lay and seized a gun. The leader started back and shot at me. I then fired at him and the crowd fled again. My eou and myself, with the help of one of the demons who assisted in killing my husband, carried him home. We were pursued by tho mob to our gate. Cornelia kept her- bleeding body between be-tween us, and then .arriving at home I found theservant3 bad fled with the keys, and we had to force a window open, through which we climbed. A kind negro brought my dead boy homo, but we were afraid to remain." Mrs. Chisholm then describes her efforts to relieve tbe eutlerings and ' dress the wounds of her husband and I daughter, and concludes us follows: "My own unhappy family is now reduced to myself and two little sons. Clay is watched and threatened, i have been warned that my life is in danger. My heart is broken." In connection with the murder of McClellan, a Scotchman, who was called upon by the sheriff to perform guard duty, the report prevails that the British legation here will institute inquiries with reference to tbe killing, and if the facti warrant it, a formal demand will be made for the arrest and punishment of his murderers. |