the rescue, and soon the Mayor was able to mobilize a posse of 1,000
willing men to assist the police in maintaining order, but rioting still
continued in different sections of the city. Colored men and women were
beaten, chased and shot whenever they made their appearance upon the
street. Late in the night a most despicable piece of villainy occurred on
Rousseau Street, where an aged colored woman was killed by the mob. The
_Times-Democrat_ thus describes, the murder:

Hannah Mabry, an old Negress, was shot and desperately wounded shortly
after midnight this morning while sleeping in her home at No. 1929
Rousseau Street. It was the work of a mob, and was evidently well
planned so far as escape was concerned, for the place was reached by
police officers, and a squad of the volunteer police within a very short
time after the reports of the shots, but not a prisoner was secured. The
square was surrounded, but the mob had scattered in several directions,
and, the darkness of the neighborhood aiding them, not one was taken.

At the time the mob made the attack on the little house there were also
in it David Mabry, the sixty-two-year-old husband of the wounded woman;
her son, Harry Mabry; his wife, Fannie, and an infant child. The young
couple with their babe could not be found after the whole affair was
over, and they either escaped or were hustled off by the mob. A careful
search of the whole neighborhood was made, but no trace of them could be
found.

The little place occupied by the Mabry family is an old cottage on the
swamp side of Rousseau Street. It is furnished with slat shutters to
both doors and windows. These shutters had been pulled off by the mob
and the volleys fired through the glass doors. The younger Mabrys,
father, mother and child, were asleep in the first room at the time.
Hannah Mabry and her old husband were sleeping in the next room. The old
couple occupied the same bed, and it is miraculous that the old man did
not share the fate of his spouse.

Officer Bitterwolf, who was one of the first on the scene, said that he
was about a block and a half away with Officers Fordyce and Sweeney.
There were about twenty shots fired, and the trio raced to the cottage.
They saw twenty or thirty men running down Rousseau Street. Chase was
given and the crowd turned toward the river and scattered into several
vacant lots in the neighborhood.

The volunte