The blood of the guilty is not on
his hands —Mary Phagan’s is.
Lady Macßeth cried in vain,
“Out, out, damned spot.”
As usual, the rich have triumphed
over the poor, the strong over the
weak, those who neither toil nor
spin, over the working people.
The Governor’s ears were acutely
attuned to the voice of wealth, im
portance and influence: they could
not hear the lamentations and griefs,
the protests, the wrongs of the op
pressed and lowly.
Mary Phagan’s poverty, her not
being of the fashionable world, her
not belonging to the Governor’s set
—a set into which he broke by his
unparalleled merits as a snob —and
a few other things I might mention,
and which you can easily under
stand, saved Frank from hanging.
Mary Phagan, unspotted child of
nature, has taught us how to live;
she has taught us how to die.
May the Infinite Father avenge
her wrongs. “I will repay,” saith
the Lord of Hosts.
God help the poor; the rich take
care of themselves.
With kind regards,
Yours very truly,
Ga. TINSLEY W. RUCKER.
MRS. ALVIN E. WILSON PASSES
TO REST.
After weeks of patient suffering, at
her home, near Thomson, the gen
tle spirit of Mrs. A. E. Wilson was
wafted to its heavenly home.
Mrs. Wilson had never com
plained, in ah the days of her suf
fering. Her faith and trust in her
Heavenly Father grew stronger as
the days passed.
All that the tender devotion of
husband and children could do, was
done, but without avail.
Her children gathered at her bed
side, excepting one son in California,
who was not able to come.
