he victim's cry of agony
and a prolonged howl of maddened glee rent the air.

No one was himself now. Every man, woman and child in that awful crowd
was worked up to a greater frenzy than that which actuated Smith's
horrible crime. The people were capable of any new atrocity now, and as
Smith's yells became more and more frequent, it was difficult to hold
the crowd back, so anxious were the savages to participate in the
sickening tortures.

For half an hour I tried to pray as the beads of agony rolled down my
forehead and bathed my face.

For an instant a hush spread over the people. I could stand no more, and
with a superhuman effort dashed through the compact mass of humanity and
stood at the foot of the burning scaffold.

"In the name of God," I cried, "I command you to cease this torture."

The heavy butt of a Winchester rifle descended on my head and I fell to
the ground. Rough hands seized me and angry men bore me away, and I was
thankful.

At the outskirts of the crowd I was attacked again, and then several
men, no doubt glad to get away from the fearful place, escorted me to my
home, where I was allowed to take a small amount of clothing. A jeering
crowd gathered without, and when I appeared at the door ready hands
seized me and I was placed upon a rail, and, with curses and oaths,
taken to the railway station and placed upon a train. As the train moved
out some one thrust a roll of bills into my hand and said, "God bless
you, but it was no use."

When asked if he should ever return to Paris, Mr. King said: "I shall
never go south again. The impressions of that awful day will stay with me
forever."

LYNCHING OF INNOCENT MEN

(Lynched on Account of Relationship)

If no other reason appealed to the sober sense of the American people to
check the growth of Lynch Law, the absolute unreliability and recklessness
of the mob in inflicting punishment for crimes done, should do so. Several
instances of this spirit have occurred in the year past. In Louisiana,
near New Orleans, in July, 1893, Roselius Julian, a colored man, shot and
killed a white judge, named Victor Estopinal. The cause of the shooting
has never been definitely ascertained. It is claimed that the Negro
resented an insult to his wife, and the killing of the white man was an
act of a Negro (who dared) to defend his home. The judge was killed in the
court house, and Julian, heavily armed, made hi