Obits: Monroe Bulletin 1884 , Ouachita Parish, La These older obituaries are being typed in by Ms. Lora Peppers at the Ouachita Parish Library. We are once again fortunate to have someone interested in helping us find our ancestors. Thank you Lora! ********************************************** Copyright. All rights reserved. http://usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://usgwarchives.net/la/lafiles.htm ********************************************** TIPS FOR SEARCHING RECORDS ON THE INTERNET Netscape & Ms Explorer users: If you are searching for a particular surname, locality or date while going through the records in the archives or anywhere....try these few steps: 1. Go to the top of the report you are searching. 2. Click on EDIT at the top of your screen 3. Next click on FIND in the edit menu. 4. When the square pops up, enter what you are looking for in the FIND WHAT ___________blank. 5. Click on DIRECTION __DOWN. 6. And last click on FIND NEXT and continue to click on FIND NEXT until you reach the end of the report. This should highlight the item that you indicated in "find what" every place it appears in the report. You must continue to click on FIND NEXT till you reach the end of the report to see all of the locations of the item indicated. If your obituary is not found here and you would like a special look up, you may send $5.00 and an self-addressed stamped envelope to: Lora Peppers - Phone (318) 327-1490 Reference Department Fax (318) 327-1373 Ouachita Parish Public Library 1800 Stubbs Ave. Monroe, LA 71201 The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 2, 1884 Page 2, Column 1 Death of Archbishop Perche. Rev. N.J. Perche, Archbishop of the Diocese of New Orleans, died last Thursday evening, in the 79th year of his age. We copy the following biographical sketch from the Picayune: Napoleon Joseph Perche was born at Angers, France, on the 10th of January, 1805. As a child he was unusuelly (sic) precocious, and could read his native language fluently when only 4 years of age. At 15 years of age he began the study of philosophy, and at the age of 18 became a professor of that difficult study. He held his professorship until 1829, when he was ordained priest. His first congregation at Murr was considered difficult to lead, but he showed his qualities of administration, and won the love and admiration of his people, who remember him with reverence even to this day. The young Abbe afterwards exercised his ministerial functions for some time at Turbuand and at the prison of Fontevault with equal success. When given charge of the several houses of the Ladies of the Good Shepherd he remodeled and strengthened the order. When Mgr. Flaget, Bishop of Bardstown, Ky., made a trip to France in 1836 for the purpose of securing preachers for missionary work in Kentucky, the young Abbe Perche was the first to offer his services. In 1837 he arrived in the United States, and was stationed at Portland, Ky. He acquired a thorough knowledge of the English language in a short time. For four years he labored zealously and gained the love of those to whom he ministered. Desiring to build a church, and lacking funds, he conceived the idea of coming to New Orleans, and obtained permission of Mgr. Blanc to preach here and collect money. This was in 1844, when he was 36 years of age. Archbishop Perche was a grand preacher, forcible in choice of language and effective in delivery. He made such a favorable impression here that after he returned to Portland with money to build the church he was induced to return to New Orleans by Bishop Blane, and has remained ever since. Taking an active part in the celebrated contest between Bishop Blane and the church wardens in 1842, in which he was an enthusiastic defender of the Bishop, he founded a journal for the purpose of giving force and dignity to his writings, Le Propagateur Catholique, the organ of the Catholic church in Louisiana. In 1842 Abbe Perche was made Chaplain to the Ursulines Nuns, which he held for 28 years, receiving in 1870 the appointment of Coadjutor to Archbishop Odin, cum jure successionis. He was consecrated on the 1st of May of the same year, succeeding to the Archbishopric on the death of that good man, and received the Pallium from Pope Pius IX in December following. No priest was ever more beloved than Archbishop Perche, and few have possessed more brilliant qualifications for the holy office which he filled. A polished orator, a master of debate and convincing in his logic a courteous gentleman, a man of energy and great benevolence, giving perhaps too freely from his means, he earned the esteem and admiration of all who knew him, or who learned his works. Adopting Louisiana as his home, he was as true to her as he would have been to his native land. When the Confederacy was organized he was a warm advocate of secession. Such a voice as his was potent in moving the citizens to whom he could make himself heard. When New Orleans was captured Archbishop Perche was made a prisoner in his own house. His friends feared for his safety, and a detachment from the French man-of- war Catinet was always near him ready to take him under the protection of the French flag. His death will be generally lamented, but few good men would desire to die otherwise. Crowned with the snowy crown of old age, beloved, honored and lamented, he sank to rest as a child closes its eyes to sleep. God could not have shown His approbation of such a life better than by such a death. His Coadjutor and Apostolic Administrator of Temporal Affairs, is the Right Rev. Francois Xavier Leray, D.D., who will be his successor. Bishop Leray was consecrated Bishop of Natchitoches, April 22, 1877, and appointed Coadjutor of New Orleans and Bishop of Janopolis, in partibus infidelium, Oct. 23, 1879. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 9, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Capt. J.G. Taylor; an old and highly esteemed planter of this parish, died at his home in the Island on the 2d inst. He was a member of the Legislature of 1876-'78. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 9, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Mr. J.B. Rutland, a worthy and well known merchant of Columbia, died of consumption on the 30th ult. His remains were interred in the Hasley Cemetery at Trenton last Wednesday. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 16, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. John S. Boatner's infant son, Thomas L., died Friday night. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Suicide of Mrs. Loye. Special to the Picayune.) SHREVEPORT, Jan. 17. — The suicide of Mrs. Mary Grace Loye, wife of John C. Loye, of the well-known mercantile firm of Loye, Chaffe & Co. Of Minden, La., which occurred in that town day before yesterday, has created a profound sensation here, where the deceased was well known. The particulars as obtained from parties just from Minden are that Mrs. Loye and her husband had some unpleasant words before he left the house on the morning of the suicide. Mrs. Loye was missed about 10 o'clock on the same morning, but it was thought she had gone visiting friends, as was her custom, and it was not until 5 in the evening that she was found lying on a bed in her room, dead—the results of a dose of poison, reported to be strychnine. A note was found on her person, which, our informant says, was kept somewhat quiet, but enough was learned of its contents to show that the rash act of the wife was caused by family troubles. In the note one sentence read: "Whisky has at last been victorious," or words to this effect. Mr. Loye is a well known merchant of Minden, but for some years past has been drinking quite frequently. Mrs. Loye was an English lady by birth, and moved in the highest circles of society, and was much beloved by all who knew her. She was between 55 and 60 years of age. The sad affair has cast a gloom over this entire section, as both husband and wife have an extended acquaintance. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. Sam Gerson died in this city Saturday, in the 55th year of his age. He was a brother of the late H. Gerson, Jr., and well-known to the patrons of Mr. Gerson's long-established dry goods house. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Capt. W.T. Hall, a prominent lawyer and excellent gentleman, died at his home in Bastrop on the 17th. Capt. Hall was in the prime of life and his death is sincerely regretted by many throughout this section of country. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, January 30, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 John Murray, a young man 17 years of age, was burned to death in New Orleans on the 26th. The family residence caught fire and he escaped; but thinking his mother remained in the building he rushed back to save her and was lost. Mrs. Murray was not injured. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 6, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. W.E. Hudson, a student of the Medical University, died of smallpox, in New Orleans, on the 3d inst. He was a brother of F.G. Hudson and Mrs. Potts, and had a number (of) friends in this city. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 6, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. Joseph Roth died at his residence yesterday morning. He was for twenty years a resident of Monroe, and will be long remembered as an honest, frugal and industrious man. He leaves a wife and several children. NOTE: A Resolution of Respect can be found in the February 20, 1884 edition of the Monroe Bulletin, page 3, Column 2 from the Hall Ouachita Fire Company, No. 1. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 20, 1884 Page 2, Column 5 In Memoriam. Died, February 4, at 1 o'clock a.m., Mr. W.E. HUDSON; aged 25 years and 6 months. Mr. HUDSON was born in Mississippi, July 17, 1858. His mother died when he was quite young, hence his accomplishments and worthy deportment were due more to his own earnest endeavors than to that watchful, loving care of a mother to which most men are due for such of similar acquirements as they may possess. After seeing life in Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas and Central America, with its various sects and various surroundings, he came to appreciate the fact that "the proper study for mankind is man," and selected for himself the profession whose battle ground is where "the tearful wail of stricken ones is heard." In pursuance of this choice, he matriculated at the Medical Department of the University of Louisiana last October, and since that time his manly and amiable bearing has deserved and won for him the respect and esteem of his instructors, and the hearty good wishes of all his classmates. As a man, he was just and upright in all his dealings. As a medical student, he was patient, persevering and attentive, possessed of a commendable ambition to alleviate the sufferings of his fellow-mortals from the various ills that flesh is heir to. Not a few of the patients in Charity Hospital, with whom he came in contact during his short stay among us, will remember his cheerful, willing, generous kindness, and watch in vain for his coming. As a friend, he was noble, staunch and true. If he had lived longer he could not have improved the record he has left us for sterling manhood and untarnished integrity. As it is, the strife is over and he sleeps the last sleep. Soldier rest, thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking Dream of battle-fields no more. February 5, 1884 NOTE: Below this obituary is a Resolution of Respect for William E. Hudson from the University of Louisiana, Medical Department. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 2, Column 1 WILLIAM T. ATKINS. Death loves a shining mark! Stricken down in the fullness of his manhood and in the very midst of his usefulness, William Trousdale Atkins, one of nature's noblemen. Here is the brief record of his career as the public knew it: Born in Paris, Tenn., 29thMarch, 1837; came into our community in 1842, and never knew another home—to all intents and purposes a Ouachita boy. He became a matriculate of Centenary College when its roll of students numbered men who have since become among the most distinguished in the State. Among his contemporaries at that institution were the late Judges Spencer and Farmer, the Hon. E. John Ellis, Col. John S. Young and many others whose names are not unknown to fame — decidedly a fine set of men. These men recognized William T. Atkins as parem inter paribus, their equal in every respect. He graduated with honors from the college, immediately began the study of law, was licensed and had begun to lay the foundation of an enduring fame in his chosen profession, when, suddenly, the rude trump of war summoned all the ardent youth, and best blood of the South to join in that tremendous civil strife wherein the South sought unsuccessfully to maintain by force the Southern interpretation of the Constitution. Mr. Atkins joined the very first company that left Ouachita for the seat of war — the heroic band of Pelican Grays. Always of rather delicate constitution, an accident which nearly severed his right foot and the exposure to which military life is subject, caused his health to give away. A violent attack of typhoid fever left him physically weak for life, and, what he regarded as a yet greater misfortune, nearly deprived him of his hearing. Here was an end of the career which had begun with such bright promise. He was forced by his infirmity to abandon his profession. Did he despair under such an accumulation of misfortunes? Not so; the envious shafts of fate only pricked on his soul to greater efforts. The end of the war found him with but little of earthly goods, save loving friends and a good name. It was now necessary to secure means of livelihood. He soon found himself the soul support of an aged mother and a widowed sister and her young children. Reverently and bravely he bent himself to this burden, and gallantly did he discharge himself of the sacred trust. Whatever his hand found to do, that he did with a faithfulness that won him confidence and sympathy wherever he toiled. For years he was employed as deputy clerk of the District Court. In this capacity his intimate knowledge of the law, acquired in days of brighter hope, served not only himself and the office, but, it is whispered, saved many a young lawyer from the humiliation of going out of court on technicalities. In February, 1880, the BULLETIN was established, and from the first number until he was stretched on his bed in his last illness, has borne the mark of the handiwork of William T. Atkins. His editorial work is before the people for them to judge. Suffice it to say that he was always scholarly in his diction and ideas. His style was laconic and logical. His industry was indefatigable, his judgment nearly always correct, his observation close and impartial. Never a violent partisan, he was ever ready to denounce wrong wherever he found it, and believing the best hope of the people to be found in the success of Democratic principles, he has ever advocated the cause of the party supposed to be committed to their application. Of sternest integrity in all of his dealings, he resented as a personal insult any attempt to influence his conduct as an editor in anyway save through his judgment. So much for William T. Atkins as the public knew him. But who shall speak of him in his private character? Who shall tell of the loss to the old mother, the dear sister, the children he has brought up with a father's care? Who, save God and the invalid, shall know of the patient, tender care with which for fifteen years he has watched and tended with the very sympathy of a womanly woman, one as helpless as a little child in all save her bright mind and patient resignation? Such opportunities as those develop the true hero, or disclose the selfish egotist. Our dead friend passed among men as one of reserved and unsympathetic character. Never was judgment more unjust upon man. His defect of hearing made him sensitive and chary (sic) of making new friends, but to those who penetrated beyond this envelope, created by circumstances, he was ever warm, confidential and instructive. Vices he had none. His virtues were greater than most men can boast. His life was devoted to the welfare of those whom God had entrusted to his protection. His never knew the sweets of married life — never listened with a father's delight to the prattling innocence of infancy, but with a single purpose, sacrificed himself to duty. He had his reward. Truer friends, and more devoted than his, cannot be found here below. His last moments were sweetened by the thought that nothing was left undone that he could have done. Nothing that loving and tender hands could supply was lacking to soothe his dying pillow. In calmness of spirit and with the light of hope on his face, he fell asleep in the great sleep that knows no waking here, like an infant on its mother's breast. He has fought the good fight and won the victory. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 Jona C. White, one of the editors of the Gretna Courier, died at Gretna, La., on the 18th inst. He was one of the oldest journalists in the State, and in ante-bellum days was connected with the Thibodeaux Minerva and Attakapas Register. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 2, Column 4 Another Suicide. Times-Democrat.) Following the cheerful and encouraging precedent established in the Sykes case, another acquittal was yesterday dispensed to Policeman Ryan, who some months ago killed the girl Kitty Conlon. It seems to have been very much the same sort of case. Ryan went to the girl's room; there were no witnesses; a pistol shot was heard; inmates of the house rushed to the scene, and Kitty Conlon was found dying on the floor. At the instance of the authorities she made an ante- mortem statement declaring that Ryan had killed her on account of jealousy. All the circumstances point to this as a true state- the affair (sic). The girl had, shortly before, transferred her affections, and Ryan had indulged in several displays of cargin and anger. At the time, no one doubted that Kitty Conlon's statement was strictly true. No one doubted that Ryan would be very severely if not capitally punished for his crime. The trial, however, came off yesterday, and it was found right and proper to rule out the only evidence in the case, to-wit: the girl's dying statement. This was done on the ground that she had expressed a doubt that her reluctance to make a statement had been overcome by persuasion. For this cause the judge refused to admit the document in evidence. The jury, therefore, being left entirely without evidence, acquitted Ryan. Kitty Conlon goes down to posterity as a suicide and Ryan returnes to the world and to society as a man who has done no wrong! There is a theory entertained — patented, indeed — by Ryan to the effect that the shooting was accidental, and with this the public must content themselves. But, for our part, it is easier to believe that Kitty Conlon shot herself than to believe that she could have made Ryan shoot her against his will. Let us call it suicide, and thank Heaven that we live in a community protected by the law! The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Capt. W.R. Chambliss lost a little boy, aged about two years, on Friday. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Death of Burton Broadus. On 16th inst. A difficulty occurred between Burton Broadus and David Clark, two colored men, about pay for a bedstead which the former had sold the latter. The scene of the difficulty was the railroad in front of Fred Meuer's grocery in this city. Broadus, it seems, assaulted Clark with a knife and cut him in the face. Clark, in defending himself, kicked Broadus in the stomach, from the effects of which kick Broadus died on the 21st. The Coroner's post mortem, showed that the stomach was full of clotted blood caused by a ruptured blood vessel. Clark was arrested, but was discharged by Judge Richardson upon the above showing of facts. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, February 27, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 WILMINGTON, Del., Feb. 20. — J.G. Bethune, manager of Blind Tom, was killed while attempting to board a moving train. His widow, with a lawyer, arrived and desired to take charge of the body. The lawyer of the deceased wishes to hold the body until the arrival of his (Bethune's) father. Mr. J.G. Bethune, mentioned in the above dispatch, was here with Blind Tom last year. He was a brother of our former fellow-townsman Mr. James A. Bethune, now of Warrenton, Va., and a cousin of Judge Gunby of our Court of Appeals. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 5, 1884 Page 2, Column 1 Hon. Wm. H. Hunt of Louisiana, U.S. Minister to Russia, died in St. Petersburg on 27thFebruary. The deceased was a brother of Hon. Randall Hunt and a cousin of Carleton Hunt, representative in Congress from the first Louisiana district. He preceeded W.E. Chandler, the present incumbent, as secretary of the navy. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 5, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 We are pained to learn by a dispatch from Kingston, Texas, of the death on last Thursday of Albert Wentzel, brother of our friend S.W. Downs. He leaves a young wife and two children. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 5, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mrs. Melinda Williams died recently near Bartlett, Tenn., in the 72d year of her age. She was a sister of the late Wm. M. Deeson of Lake Providence, and was related to the Brys', Hughes' and Masons' of this parish. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 5, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Death of Dr. D.C. Brown. We were shocked to learn of the death of Dr. D.C. Brown of the Fourth Ward. It came with the suddeness of a thunderbolt, giving no warning of its approach, but truly like a thief in the night-time, striking down the unsuspecting victim. On Sunday morning, Dr. Brown was to all appearance in as good health as usual. Sometime before 12 o'clock noon of the same day he was discovered in the yard of his residence stone dead. He has long been a resident of Ouachita parish, where he has spent his entire manhood. His widow was born Miss Lizzie Faulk, daughter of our old and respected fellow-citizen, Hon. David Faulk. He was the inventor and patentee of Brown's Fertilizer Distributor, an implement that has found great favor among farmers. He leaves several young children to mourn the untimely loss of a father. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 12, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 MURDERED FOR MONEY. The Terrible Fate of John C. Rogers and His Wife. Our usually quiet and well-conducted parish was greatly shocked on Saturday by the news of the most horrible murder that has ever stained the good name of Ouachita. John C. Rogers, one of the oldest and most respected of our citizens, lived with his wife in the Seventh Ward, near Cadeville. Rogers was seventy-three years of age, and his wife nearly as old. The old couple lived alone about a mile from a married daughter, Mrs. James B. Landrum, and about half a mile from the nearest neighbor, Mr. Stuckey. On Saturday morning Mrs. Landrum went to her parents' house and found both dead, and lying in a vast pool of their own blood. Greatly overcome by the shock of this terrible discovery, she returned, in an almost unconscious condition to her husband, and informend him of the fact. Mr. Landrum collected some of the neighbors, and together they repaired to the scene of the tragedy, where they beheld a spectacle, horrible and pathetic beyond description. John Rogers lay across a chair in front of the fire- place, with a bullet hole entirely through his head, and his skull smashed in by some blunt instrument, supposed to be an axe found in the room. Mrs. Rogers was laso lying across a chair, near her husband, with a bullet hole through her head. The floor was a lake of blood. The room was in great disorder and the bed torn to pieces. The old man's pockets were rifled of their contents, all of which had disappeared, except his pocket-knife and tooth-pick, which were lying on the mantle-piece. The mattress had evidently been ripped open and searched for money, two thousand dollars of which was hidden in it in a canvas-belt, but which the murders failed to find. Trunks, boxes, and every article that could afford a place of concealment for money, were bursted open, and the contents scattered around. Two horses, one a colt recently gelded, were missing, and also a man's and a woman's saddle. The old man's gun was gone, besides various other articles. THE OBJECT of the murder was evidently robbery, and it was equally evident that the fiend, who committed it, was familiar with the locality, and the habits of the old people. Just how long they had been dead, no one could say, but circumstances pointed to Thursday night, as the time. No one but the guilty parties witnessed the awful deed, and owing to the lapse of time before its discovery, nothing certain could be premised concerning it. Circumstantial evidence, however, points to two men, MULLICAN AND CLARK, as the assassins. These men were seen going towards the Rogers house on Thursday evening. They were the last known to be with the old people. They were at the time fugitives from justice, having stolen three mules in Lincoln parish a day or two before. Mullican had been in the employ of Rogers about six months of last year, and had lived in the house as one of the family. Both were known as men of hardened character. On Thursday night, Mr. Stuckey, the nearest neighbor, heard two pistol shots from the direction of the Rogers house. The same night Mr. Huey Dickerson heard two horses ridden by his house at a rapid gait. Mullican and Clark have both disappeared. THE THEORY is that the men stopped at the house to stay all night. All were sitting around the fire, Mrs. Rogers on one side next to the chimney, her husband next to her, and the two men on the opposite side. One of the men, on pretence of going to the water bucket, which was behind Mrs. Rogers, passed behind the old man and shot him in the back of the head, the ball going entirely through, and lodging in the mantel-piece beyond. It is supposed that as the old lady turned her face, the assassin shot her, the ball penetrating just below the left eye, passing through and also lodging in the facing of the mantel-piece. Her face was badly powder-burned. JOHN MULLICAN is described as a man about thirty-three years old, five feet eight inches; dark hair and whiskers; rather heavy built; had moustache and whiskers when last seen; rather slow in his speech, and has a hoosier appearance. He comes from Mississippi, and had been informed a few days before that a party of men from his old home were in pursuit of him, and would kill him on sight — for what cause we did not ascertain. JOHN CLARK is described as a man about 35 years old but looking younger; same height as Mullican, stout but not so heavy; swarthy light hair, no whiskers or mustache, and looks like he will never have any; is more genteel in appearance than his companion, and had on new gray jeans pants and light clored clothes. He is a stranger, a waif, and bears no good reputation. Is supposed to have come here from Texas. Sheriff McGuire is making strenuous efforts to apprehend these parties, but with the start they have had the chase is likely to be a long one. A posse is also in pursuit of them from Lincoln parish for mule stealing, and as it is led by our friend Jim Huey, will certainly catch them if they are still within the State. Since writing the above we have seen a dispatch fro Gov. McEnery offering $1,00 reward for the arrest and delivery of the murderers. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 19, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 Breckinridge Starks killed his cousin, John Starks, in Grant parish, last week. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 19, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 Mrs. Rowena C. Vernon, widow of W.R.C. Vernon of Concordia, last week in the 70th year of her age. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 19, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 Mary Williams, colored, was drowned near Point Jefferson, while attempting to cross Lake La Fourche. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 19, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 The Rogers Murder. We learn from a correspondent at Vernon, that Mullican and Clark, the parties suspected of the murder, passed Mr. Shows place on the Natchitoches road on Friday, the day following the commission of the crime. This locality is eight miles south of Vernon. They were going towards St. Maurice, and said they were in search of horse thieves. A posse struck their trail Tuesday morning, and are now in pursuit. All the ferries on the Dugdemona are said to be guarded, so the chances are the wretches will soon be in custody. We learn from Rev. B.F. White that two men who passed through Delhi, last week, were suspected by the citizens to be the fugitives Mullican and Clark, and a posse was organized to pursue them. A dispatch from Natchitoches also states that the two men passed through that town on Saturday following the murder and were inquiring the road to Longview, Texas. Later accounts are that the Sheriff of Natchitoches and a possee were eight hours behind Clark and Mullican. One of the horses stolen from Rogers was recovered near Louisville in Winn parish, and a dog belonging to the men was found in the same neighborhood. LATEST — Since the above was written, Sheriff McGuire has received a dispatch from DeBerry, Pulaski county, Texas, informing him that John Mullican was killed while resisting arrest. Clark was being closely followed by a posse. The particulars up to going to press were very meagre. It seems that the murderers obtained more money than was at first suppposed. They secured one wallet from the mattress containing about $2000. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, March 26, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 The Rogers Murder. John or Albert Clark, as he is variously known, was captured near Terrill, Kaufman County, Texas, by a posse led by Mr. James G. Huey of Lincoln parish. He was known to be at a certain house, heavily armed and prepared for resistance. The case with which he was taken reflects credit on the address of his captors. They approached the house in the guise of surveyors and asked for a drink of water. A constable with the party followed the woman into the house and found Clark asleep on the bed. He immediately classed his pistol to Clark's head and ordered him to cross his hands, which Clark did without protest. John Mullican was taken at Marshall, Texas, by a posse led by John Rogers, Jr. The prisoners are looked for daily. Both the missing horses and the shot-gun were recovered, and it is asserted that it will be no difficult matter to prove that Clark and Mullican were in possession of them and traded them off. Sheriff Duson of St. Landry arrested a man whom he is still confident is Mullican. He will hold him until Sheriff McGuire is satisfied whether he is the right man. This is no occasion for lynching, and we hope the indignation aroused by a horrible crime will not hurry our citizens into an act in violation of the law, which will surely be vindicated if the parties suspected are guilty. The moral effect of a legal conviction and punishment will be much greater than any that a mob acting in violation of the law could inflict. The following telegram was handed us by Sheriff McGuire just as we go to press: SHREVEPORT, March 25. — To J.E. McGuire: Mullican leaves here for Monroe to-day. Boat leaves at 12M. JOHN LAKE, Sheriff. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, April 9, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Col. I.H. Boatner died on 27th March, at his home, Marengo plantation, on Little River. He was an uncle of Messrs. C.J. and J.S. Boatner. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, April 23, 1884 Page 2, Column 1 A dispatch announces the death of Capt. Robt. T. Carr, at Mansfield, from an overdose of morphine taken by mistake some week or so ago. Capt. Carr has represented DeSoto parish in the Legislature, been Sheriff of the parish, and Mayor of Mansfield. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, April 30, 1884 Page 2, Column 2 Judge Lynch. Saturday night between one and two o'clock, a mob variously estimated at from 50 to 150 men quietly gathered around the jail and equally as quietly took therefrom John Mullican and John alias Albert Clark, the murderers of old man John C. Rogers and his aged wife, Elizabeth Rogers, and King Hill, charged with the murder of young Nick Milling, and hanged them to the two china trees just opposite the old Sheriff's office. They obtained the jail keys from Deputy Sheriff Charles Brooks, who slept in the attic of the court house. He testifies before the Coroner's inquest that about ten minutes to two o'clock four masked men came to his room and demanded the jail keys, and upon his refusal to give them up told him that there was no use resisting, that they had come for the keys and were going to have them; that they then went to the jail and took the prisoners out and hanged them as above stated. He watched them through the sky-light. They first brought out King Hill. There was but little fuss made at the jail, heard only one scream which seemed to have been stopped by a blow. King was hanged to the tree to the left of the door of the Sheriff's office. Mullican and Clark were next brought out and hanged to the tree to the right of the door. The prisoners were all gagged and bound. The mob seemed to have taken every precaution against being surprised or foiled in their attempt. They had all approaches to the jail guarded and made every preparation to break in the doors of the jail in case they failed to get the keys. A sledge hammer and an ingeniously constructed battering ram were some of the means for forcing an entrance into the jail left behind by the mob. After hanging the three prisoners mentioned the mob liberated a white prisoner charged with murder in Madison parish and confined here for safe-keeping, and then dispersed, no one knowing whence they came nor whither they went. The sight next morning (Sunday) was a ghastly one to see — three men hanging to trees right in the heart of town, cold in death — and need not to be seen twice to be long remembered with a shudder. NOTE: Two other articles about the lynching can be found in the same issue, page 3, columns 1 & 2. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, May 14, 1884 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, At Cooper Institute, Miss., April 10, 1884, at the residence of C.W. Cochran, Miss CINNIE LOUISE SANFORD, daughter of D.B. and C.H. Sanford. The deceased was a native of Louisiana, having spent the most of her life in Ouachita Parish. At the first dawn of woman hood, she was attacked by that fearful malady, consumption. Thus in life's early morning, while still in the full flush of youth and pride of beauty, Death, the Reaper, came, and took away one of our lovliest flowers, Yet with the promise — "Tho' the breath of the flowers is sweet to me, I'll give them all back again to thee." Indeed, it is only with an effort that we can realize the wisdom of God in taking from us one so eminently fitted for the accomplishment of great good in life. Gifted with a highly perceptive intellect, and having read extensively, she possessed a mind thoroughly stored with comprehensive learning. She was attractive, not only because of her many intellectual attainments, but she combined with these, the rare virtues of kindness, charity, cheerfulness and amiability. For the long period of six months and ten days she was a bedridden sufferer. But her amiable and cheerful spirit triumphed so far over her bodily anguish, that never once, through all that time, does her constant nurse and many friends remember having heard her utter an impatient word: But God "who doeth all for the best" divined wisely when He took from society a most brilliant feature, from literature a most fervent disciple, from the home-circle a most precious member. She has left us, yet her memory still lives on in our hearts while her spirit burns brighter in that light of an eternal day. By living she has done much towards proving the divine reality of a christian religion. When called to lay down earth's leaden sceptre, don the crown of Heaven, and work in the celestial vine yard, she gladly responded, as was evinced by her sweet expression, that she was so willing to go. May her devoted sisters and brothers follow her example, adhere to her noble precepts, so that, when the scroll of years which divide time from eternity, have taken there places "with the things that were," and Death comes to claim his own— "They'll meet in that land, where grief comes never, And weary souls find rest: They's meet forever, and forever Companions of the blest." A FRIEND. Daleville, April 15, 1884. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, May 21, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 A fatal accident happened on the river in the Lyle Bend last Saturday. Mr. L.M. Osborn was having a flat loaded with 1500 brick floated down to his plantation, when the tug Joe Cooper came along witha barge in tow. The barge, it seems, collided with the flat, knocking a colored man, named Holman, overboard. The unfortunate man was drowned before he could be rescued. We have been unable to get at the facts in the case, but the blame is cast upon the pilot of the tug. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 4, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Miss Pennie Chaffe, youngest daughter of Charles Chaffe, of the firm of Chaffe & Powell of New Orleans was accidentally drowned near Natchitoches on May 29. The young lady, who was 20 years of age, was visiting her sister, Mrs. Dr. Cockerham. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 11, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Thos. T. Land, a planter of Bossier parish and son of Judge T.T. Land of Shreveport, committed suicide by shooting himself. His mind is supposed to have been unsettled by a rising in the head for which he was being treated. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 11, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Paul Walker, a deaf mute, was struck by lightning and instantly killed, last week, at W.A. Sherrard's place, some eight miles above here. He was plowing at the time. His mule was not injured. — Arcadia Advance. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 11, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 The father of Mr. Sam Sugar died at Bastrop on Monday. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 11, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. S.P. Collins, of Morehouse parish, we are pained to learn, died at his home on Monday. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 18, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Yesterday the little two-year-old daughter of Judge and Mrs. M.J. Liddell was buried in the Monroe Cemetery. The afflicted parents have our earnest sympathies in their loss. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, June 18, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Mr. J.E. Puckett died on 1st aged 65. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 16, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Leon Gross, a very promising young man, died Saturday noon after a brief illness. We publish elsewhere a part tribute to his memory from his comerades. Note: On the same page, column 3, there is a tribute "In Memory of Leon Gross" by the Armory of The McEnery Rifles. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 16, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 In the morning of last Friday, July 11, Mr. Barney Slaven breathed his last. Deceased was a native of Ireland but for many years past had been a resident of Monroe. He was a good citizen, and the railroad shops, where he had for years found employment, will miss his skill and industry. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 16, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Lucy Faulk Gayle. Died, at the family residence, in this city, on Wednesday, July 9, at 12:30 o'clock, LUCY FAULK GAYLE, wife of W.H. Gayle, aged 25 years, 10 months and 9 days. But a very, very short while ago death invaded a happy home and took therefrom the manly spirit of William Trousdale Atkins, the late editor of this paper — a man who, with his kindly heart, cultured intellect and polished manner, would have adorned any circle. It has come again, and with a merciless hand has taken the wife of our friend's bosom and makes a little boy an orphan, and adds fresh sorrow to a home where sorrow was already too great. It seems too awfully true that melancholy has marked this once happy family for its own. LUCY FAULK GAYLE was an ideal woman — not beautiful in face, but in soul; so gentle in her manners; so kind and soft-spoken that, indeed, to know her was to love her. Death has come again, and such a woman, such a mother has the world, a husband and a prattling baby boy lost: How sad to think, little Phillip, that you know not your loss; that no more, forever, will you "Lisp with holy look your evening prayer, Or con your murmuring task beneath her care." But what can we say for the disconsolate husband in his greatest, irreparable loss? We can only point with awe-inspired pen to the Word that binds us Hope and with the sweet singer of Hope's pleasures say: "Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart? Why does the wife of my bosom seem Restored awhile in every pleasing dream?" And what to the mother, and brothers and sister who loved her so well, and to other relatives and friends who loved her hardly less? Indeed her death has made more than one to mourn. She is now at rest under the giant shade trees that surround Faulk's Chappel and she lives no longer on earth save in sweet memories. Her gentle soul has long since winged its flight to the God who gave it; may the sod rest gently, very gently, over her sweet, devoted head. NOTE: There is a Resolution of Respect in the Wednesday, August 13, 1884 edition of the Monroe Bulletin, Page 3, Column 2 for Lucy Gayle, by the Methodist Episcopal Sabbath School. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 A negro man was run over and killed by the train at Simmsboro last Saturday. He was trying to board the train when it was in motion. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 We regret to learn that Mr. W.R. Wadsworth and Mrs. Lelia K. Wadsworth (nee Bealle) had the misfortune to lose their infant son. Freddie, at Delta, on the 17th inst. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mrs. Marbury, wife of our old fellow citizen, Mr. Wm. Marbury Jr., died at Ruston last week. The deceased was a lady of most lovable character, universally respected and esteemed by all who knew her. Besides her husband, she leaves a daughter, Mrs. Slaughter, known in literature as Pleasant Riderhood, and a son, Lewis Marbury, of Ruston, to mourn her loss. A wide circle of friends will miss her pleasant greeting and cheerful face. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 DIED. WATSON — At Lakewood, in this parish, on Monday morning July 14th, 1884, of congestion, Douglas McEnery, second son of A.C. Watson and L.S. McEnery, aged 6 years, 1 month and 24 days. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 DIED. In Monroe, La., July 18, 1881, at 4 o'clock, LILLY FAULK, wife of J.H. Steel. After bearing with patient fortitude an illness lasting for several weeks this amiable young wife and mother gave up the battle with death and she has now taken up her abode in that mansion prepared for the good and beautiful, not made with hands eternal in the heavens. We would like to offer the husband little motherless children that consolation they so much need, but our feeble pencil fails to portray the sympathy and sorrow we feel for them in their loss, but all we have is theirs. Mrs. Steel was burried at Faulk's Chapel on Saturday morning and "sleeps the last sleep" near by where rests her cousin who preceeded her but a few days. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 23, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Capt. W.C. Williamson, late of Trenton, La., and at one time a prominent merchant there, having been a member of the firm of Head, Williamson & Co., died very suddenly at his room in the Courthouse on last Thursday evening. He was seen but a short while before his death on the streets and appeared in a cheerful mood. Deceased was well known in this parish and in his more prosperous days was a leading citizen. He was the candidate on the Democratic ticket in 1872, we believe, for Sheriff, but was defeated. He was 52 years of age. His funeral took place on Friday morning, his remains being interred in Hasley Cemetery just above Trenton. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 30, 1884 Page 2, Column 2 The Accident on the V.S. & P. From the Shreveport Times' account of the accident at Alligator Bayou, 7 miles east of Shreveport, we gather the following facts: The bridge across Alligator bayou was what is known as temporary, that is the superstructure was temporary, the stringers being of green hewn timber, about 4 inches less in diameter than the permanent stringers, and consequently nearly that much below grade line. The track was what is called quarter spiked to the ties. An engine going at a high rate of speed would strike the bridge at the jump off with great force. It seems that the construction train was being run by the unfortunate engineer much faster than the rules of the company allow of over this description of road. Consequently when the bridge was struck the spiking was insufficient to stand the shock, and the rails spread, the engine coming down on the ties and tearing across the bridge to the opposite side where it went over into about six feet of mud and water. Vandenberg, the engineer, leaped into the water and attempted to swim ashore, but was caught under the falling engine. Sloasson, the fireman, was found in the cab of the engine. Two negro brakesmen were badly wounded, and conveyed to the Shreveport hospital. The assistant fireman escaped unhurt by leaping into the water on the side opposite to that on which the engine fell. The train consisted of a box car and several flats, and had a crew of fifteen men, all of whom escaped unhurt except the four mentioned. The engine will probably prove a total loss. Jim VanEmberg was a native of Monroe, and about 30 years old. He was unmarried, but had a mother and sister dependent on him. He was a young man of good character, beloved and respected by all who knew him. He was burried Saturday evening, lamented by a large number of friends. Joseph Sloasson, was from Mansfield. He left a wife and children. Note: The Same edition, Page 3, Column 2 has a Resolution of Respect for Jas. G. VanEmburgh from the Hall of St. Matthew's Branch Catholic Knights of America, 1881. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 30, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mrs. Lewis, wife of Mr. J.G.W. Lewis, died Saturday after a protracted illness. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 30, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Death has again been busy in our city. On Monday the bright little three year old daughter of Col. John B. Garretson, Auerila, fell a victim to the destroyer. She was buried yesterday evening. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, July 30, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 The sad intelligence reaches us, as we go to press, of the death of Miss Roberta Lee Surghnor at her mother's home in Biloxi. She was a young lady of fine intelligence, amiable, beautiful and just at the entrance of life. Her musical talent was well known and appreciated in our community, where her life, except the last year or two, has been spent. The remains, accompanied by her brother, Mr. Graham Surghnor, will be brought here for interment, and the funeral will take place from the train on its arrival from Delta this evening. She will sleep beside the father who loved her so well in this life. NOTE: There is a Resolution of Respect for Miss Surghnor in the Wednesday, August 13, 1884 edition of the Monroe Bulletin, page 3, column 3 from the Methodist Sabbath School. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 13, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 As we go to press we learn that a man named Finklea killed another named Barnes at the Choudrant Toll bridge in this parish on Monday night. We have heard none of the particulars of the homicide. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 13, 1884 Page 3, Column 3 We learn from the Pine Bluff, Ark., Commercial, of the death, on the 18th of July, of Mrs. Ellen J. Roane, the young wife of our friend Willie H. Roane, formerly of Monroe. The deceased lady was a daughter of Mr. J.B. Dodds of Pine Bluff. She had been married but a few months. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 20, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 Mr. J.T. Walker, manager of H.D. King's plantation, died last Sunday of swamp fever. He was buried Monday with Masonic and Pythian honors. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 20, 1884 Page 3, Column 1 On Monday, Judge Richardson held the preliminary examination of S.R. Finklea, charged with killing W.H. Barnes. Finklea was held in $750 bonds on the charge of manslaughter to await the action of the grand jury. The bond, we are informed, was furnished. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 27, 1884 Page 2, Column 3 A special to the Shreveport Times, of 22nd inst., says: Mr. T.P. Parker, one of the oldest and most wealthy citizens of this parish, died at his home on Bayou Bartholomew yesterday of heart disease and was buried at this place yesterday by the Masonic fraternity, of which order he was (an) honored member. Mr. Parker was known far and near as the model farmer of Morehouse. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, August 27, 1884 Page 3, Column 2 Father Jerome Bres. This young priest of the Roman Catholic church fell a victim to typhoid-malarial fever at Alexandria, La., August 20th, 1884, in the 29th year of his age. He was a son of our esteemed fellow citizen, Mr. Jerome Bres, and his mother was a daughter of Grammont Filhiol and grand- daughter of Capt. Juan Filhiol. At the time of his death Father Bres was assistant priest of St. Francis Xavier's church, Alexandria. A good account is given of him by the people of the home of his adoption. He is universally regretted by those who knew him. We believe his father was with him in his last moments. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, September 3, 1884 Page 2, Column 2 Hon. Lewis E. Texada, of Rapides parish, died August 23d, of heart disease. He was well known in politics— a Democrat of wide influence — and in 1880 came within four votes of receiving the nomination for Lieutenant Governor. The Monroe Bulletin Wednesday, September 3, 1884 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, On Thursday, the 14th of August, at 4 o'clock p.m., Sarah Olive, infant daughter of R.W. Jr., and Josephine M. McClendon, aged three years, nine months and 14 days. With mystical, faint fragrance Our house of life she filled, Revealed each hour some fairy tower, Where winged hopes might build, We saw — the (newspaper is badly torn) ugh none like us might see — Such precious promised pearled Upon the petals of our wee White Rose of all the world. But evermore the halo Of angel-light increased; Like the mystery of moonlight That holds some fairy feast. Snow-white, snow-soft, snow silently, Our darling bud upcurled, And dropped in the grave — God's lap—our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom, Our life was but in spring, When down the solemn midnight We hear the spirits sing. "Another bud of infancy, With holy dews impearled;" And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all the world. You scarce could think so small a thing Could leave a loss so large; Her little light such shadow fling From dawn to sunset's marge, In other springs our life may be In bannered bloom unfurled, But never, never match our wee White Rose of all the world. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- *******SueLynn Sandifer, Ouachita Parish Coordinator for LAGenWeb******* Ouachita Parish Genealogy Page - http://www.bayou.com/~suelynn/ouachita.html