Category: Revenge & Honor!

Was Shot Dead In His Buggy

Posted by – November 17, 2013

February 1, 1892

 

WAS SHOT DEAD IN HIS BUGGY.

CHARLESTON, S. C., Feb. 1.—A dispatch to the News and Courier says: “A drunken quarrel had a tragic and fatal ending near Darlington in this State, to-day. Henry Jones and George Moody were in town and both men had been drinking too much. Words passed between them as to which was the best man physically. Shortly afterward they parted apparently satisfied. Jones left town with his wife, but they were overtaken two miles away by Moody, who immediately renewed the quarrel. Mrs. Jones tried to prevent her husband from leaving the buggy, but Moody held her with one hand while with the other he shot Jones with a pistol, killing him.”

 

The moral of the story?
The “best man physically” doesn’t stand a chance against a gun.
Or, perhaps, “Never argue with Moody men!”


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
(The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook
)

 

A Murderer Applauded

Posted by – November 17, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – September 2, 1885

 

A MURDERER APPLAUDED.


AN EXCITING AND TUMULTUOUS SCENE IN A COURT ROOM.

 


A Man on Trial for the Murder of The Destroyer of His Home Hugged and Kissed by His Friends After the Jury Return a Verdict of Acquittal.

 

CARLISLE, Sept. 2.—The trial of Daniel Clever for the killing of William Martin, at Oakville, this county, last May, ended to-day with a verdict of acquittal. The case was in the jury’s hands less than two hours and when the verdict was announced in the court house a tumultuous scene followed. The relatives and friends of the accused rushed upon him and hugged and kissed him for joy, and the spectators applauded long and loud. The provocation for the shooting was the supposed seduction of Clever’s wife by young Martin. Clever suspected undue intimacy between the two and one evening when his wife was visiting friends it was found that Martin was also away. Clever, acting upon his suspicions, went to where his wife was visiting and found her and Martin in a room together by themselves. He broke down the door and Martin ran out, Clever shooting after him several times as he ran. Martin was hit twice and died the second day after the shooting. He was but 20 years of age while Clever was 34. Great interest was felt in the case throughout the whole country, and the court house was crowded during each of the five days of the trial..

 


 

Okay, so I have to ask – what about the wife? Was she not to blame at all, because she’s just a woman who is but feeble prey for men? Were they still married, despite this? Just too weird…

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A Kentucky Family War

Posted by – November 17, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – 1885

 

A KENTUCKY FAMILY WAR.


The Turners and Howards Make the Town of Harlan a Battleground on Court Day.

From a citizen of Harlan county, who arrived in the city yesterday, the particulars of a bloody affray which took place last week between two families, of the county, between whom a feud has for a long time existed, were learned. The families involved are headed by George B. Turner, Sr., and Henderson Howard. The former lives with his family in the town of Harlan, and the Hendersons live about three miles below the county seat. The two factions were until late years the wealthiest people in that part of the country. The two heads were looked upon by every one as the representative leaders of the opposite political parties. Their trouble has no political significance, but arose about five years ago in consequence of a difficulty between Wickliffe Howard, son of Henderson Howard, and Robert Turner, son of George B. Turner. They had been fast friends and boon companions, and were out on a lark together. Both had been drinking, and a quarrel ensued over a trivial matter. They separated and left for their homes. Howard procured a musket and went into town with the avowed intention of making Turner bite the dust before returning. He came across Turner on the street, called to him, and, as he turned and faced him, presented his musket and shot him dead. For this crime Wickliffe Howard was tried for his life. Large sums of money were spent by both sides, trying to gain their point. The Howards were finally triumphant, and mountain justice acquitted the slayer.

The dispute had in the meantime drawn the members of each family into the feud, and as both were largely connected nearly one-half of the community was arrayed against the other. Last winter Wm. Turner, Jr., swore to avenge his brother’s death. Wickliffe Howard had in the mean time married, and was living alone with his wife. In the dead of night, some time in December, Wm. Turner stealthily approached his house, and forced an entrance into his sleeping room with the intention of killing Howard. Howard, fortunately, had been aroused a short time before by a disturbance among his stock, and had gone out to see what was the matter. Turner’s presence in the room awoke Mrs. Howard, and she saw him standing in the middle of the room in his stocking feet, his pistol cocked in his hand. Notwithstanding Turner’s threats, she screamed to her husband not to come in, that Turner was there and would kill him. Howard, however, came to the door. There was no light in the room, except a glow made by embers in the fireplace. It was enough to show Turner standing in the centre of the room, and between Howard and the place where he kept his pistol.

As soon as Howard stepped into the room Turner began to shoot. He emptied his revolver without effect, and then tried to grapple with his enemy. In the darkness Howard eluded him, secured his pistol and shot him in the shoulder. Turner escaped from the house, and went home. As soon as he recovered from the effect of his wound he fled to Texas. Both sides seemed satisfied to permit things to remain as they were during William Turner’s absence, but on the night of the Fourth of July he returned. The Howards claim that on his return the Turners sent word to them, now that he was here, they were ready to renew the conflict. This, however, the Turners deny, and say that they wanted no further trouble. Sunday, July 5, intervening, all was quiet between the two factions, as far as outside appearances went, although it is said that both sides busied themselves in preparations and plans for what was regarded as inevitable.

Monday was court day, and early in the day the Howards came into town. They soon learned that Will Turner was on the street, and posted themselves in several places so as to get the drop on him. Wilson Howard, a cousin, of James Howard, a brother of Wickliffe, went into the second story of the Court House and stood by the side of an open window overlooking the yard. They had not long to wait. Very soon William Turner came along the graded walk leading into the Court House. As soon as he got within rage [sic] the two Howards, who were above him, opened fire, and one of the shots struck him in the breast near the nipple and went clear through his body. He staggered and turned and ran about twenty yards. The first shots were a signal for the rest of the Howards, and by this time a regular fusilade had opened on Turner. He drew a 45-caliber pistol and returned the shots, retreating as he fired into a cornfield near by.

Two of Turner’s brothers heard of the attack, and hastened to the rescue in time to take part in the affair, and soon brought the matter to a halt. They formed a guard for their brother, and he was taken home, his wounds properly dressed, and he is now doing as well as could be expected. Five of the Howards surrendered themselves to the Sheriff, and were each put under $1,000 bonds to appear at the fall term. Sentiment is about equally divided between the two families. Thus far their sanguinary troubles have not involved any of their friends who are not related, but it is feared by the conservative, law-abiding people of Harlan that the feud will be continued until one or the other of the two factions is exterminated or driven out of the country.

 


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A Cowardly Villain

Posted by – November 17, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – October 28, 1885

A COWARDLY VILLAIN.


He Fires Two Shots at Two Ladies and Then Takes to His Heels.

CHICAGO, Oct. 28.—A.J. Burns, who was recently discharged from the office of R.G. Dun & Co. because he had insulted two sisters, Mrs. Ray Good and Lillian Walter, laid in wait for them as they were leaving their work this evening, and drawing a pistol, fired two shots in quick succession and dashed out of the building and up Monroe Street where he was arrested and brought back to where the two women lay insensible on the sidewalk. At the sight of the man the crowd became furious, and it was with difficulty the officers succeeded in lodging him in the station house. Mrs. Good was shot in the neck and her sister received the second shot in the side of her head. It is believed their wounds will prove fatal. Burns refused to make a statement. He was offered his place to-day provided he apologized to the ladies.

 

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Another Kentucky Tragedy

Posted by – November 17, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – July 29, 1885

 

ANOTHER KENTUCKY TRAGEDY.


Two Brothers Killed by a Man Who Insulted Their Sister. 

LOUISVILLE, Ky., July 29.—A special to the Times contains the news of a terrible tragedy in Anderson county, Kentucky. Horace Mullen, a farm hand, visited the sister of Ed., Bob and Porter Hawkins, who on subsequently hearing that Mullen had used foul language about her, ordered him to leave the country at once. Mullen did not leave, and the brothers armed themselves and went to where he was stopping and asked him to come out. He did so armed with a gun. All began firing at about the same time. Mullen’s gun was loaded with buckshot and at the first fire he instantly killed Ed. and Bob Hawkins, the former’s head being blown off his shoulders. His next shot wounded Porter Hawkins, but not seriously. Mullen escaped unhurt.

 

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