The blackness of night has long been feared for its cover of dark and damnable deeds. The Fort Worth Gazette announced two days later, “HELL BROKE LOOSE, Could Not More Appall the Good People of the Capital City Than the Dark and Damnable Deeds Done in the Blackness of Night by Fiends.” The city was dimly lit by paltry gas lights and the temperamental moon. That Christmas Eve, there were not yet moonlight towers in Austin. Following a trail of blood out to the fence, they found Eula pinned to the ground by a piece of timber, dead, bloodied, and torn apart from ax blows.
His head had suffered a blow from what appeared to be an ax. and the child in a bed soaked through with blood. Her groans of agony were piercing, and with what seemed to be her expiring breath, cupfulls of blood were emitted from her mouth.”Īt the Phillips’ residence, Eula’s in-laws ran into the small room where her family had been and found Phillips Jr. A reporter who arrived with the Marshal described her state in gruesome detail in that week’s paper: “The skull was fractured, in two places and blood was oozing from both ears. Hancock had brought his wife inside from the lawn where he found her. The City Marshal arrived at the Hancock residence, where Mr. Later, shortly after midnight, the Phillips household woke to James Phillips Jr.’s desperate cries. Phillips’ father-in-law’s house, they tucked themselves into the bed they shared.īetween 11 o’clock and midnight that night, a watchman ran to alert the City Marshal about an incident at the Hancock residence. Meanwhile, Eula Phillips and her husband and child went about similar nighttime rituals. Hancock retired to her separate room on the east end of their small cottage near the Colorado River. Their daughters were out at a Christmas party and, expecting them to come in late, the Hancocks left the door unlocked. Susan Hancock and her husband readied themselves for bed.
The pinnacle of this event is the electric tree, shooting 15 stories into the sky, and the linchpin of this tree, the center rod from which every string of light spirals downward and upon which the giant star at the top rests, is a moonlight tower, one of 17 remaining around the city. In Zilker Park every holiday season, 39 strands of multicolored lights are wound from a central tower to create a tree for Austin’s annual Trail of Lights, a public holiday event with novelty lighting displays, food, rides, Santa-the works. The dots blur into long lashes of color, until finally all I see is the piercing, hot white-yellow glow of light. Dots of color spiral around me: red, blue, yellow, green, red, blue, yellow, green. OL4240556W Page_number_confidence 96.28 Pages 486 Pdf_module_version 0.0.18 Ppi 300 Republisher_date 20190624210138 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 421 Scandate 20190624122029 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog trent Scribe3_search_id 0116301766626 Tts_version 2.Walking into the luminescent tree feels like entering the cover of a 160-foot pulsing beam, a twinkling conic shield, separated from the world. Urn:lcp:saturnaliaappara0001macr:lcpdf:b777d2e4-729e-430e-8e1e-6fcfda47a381 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier saturnaliaappara0001macr Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t8gf8hw2p Invoice 1652 Lccn 75022665 //r852 Ocr ABBYY FineReader 11.0 (Extended OCR) Ocr_converted abbyy-to-hocr 1.1.20 Ocr_module_version 0.0.16 Old_pallet IA13569 Openlibrary_edition 1970 Bookplateleaf 0010 Boxid IA1276617 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set trent External-identifier Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 10:10:46 Associated-names Willis, James Cicero, Marcus Tullius.
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