“She will not come back,” sighs the old fellow.
“I have put away the hired woman.
I have sent for my wife; I have done everything you bade me; but I have no means of making my wife come home.”
In spite of his entreaties and explanations, this poor old man is pushed from his house, dragged to a tree near by, strung to a branch, and left till he is dead.
Next day his corpse is found by a farmer named Stewart Clup
This Stewart Clup
, a farmer living near the place, saw the party of masked men, and recognised two or three of them, through their disguise, as members of a secret society, called the Ku-Klux of Illinois
Clup gave tongue, being roused to anger by an outrage happening at his door.
Two members of the league were arrested on suspicion, and indicted at the petty sessions, but before the trial came on, the only witness who could swear against them was no more.
As Clup was riding home in his waggon, from the mill at De Soto
, a click was heard in the lane, a patter of shot came hissing through the air, and Clup rolled back into the hind part of his waggon-dead.
His horses plodded home, with