The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1861-07-15
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snsgicion Of the rulers. Now when the news Of the
"Ttiad" Gang, and the cruel tragedy which they
nsd wrought, had spread abroad, the people rose
up with one united clamor for vengeance, aud
every hand pointed ct once At Wells. These furi-
GUS PASSIONS spread like fame from man to man,
increasing in fury it spread uut their thirst for
victim.
In one vast body the mob moved to Wells
house, rending the air with shouts, groans, i'm
precautions, and cries Of vengeance.
And, indeed, there was some excuse. Treason
was was all abroad spies were everywhere British
awful contest, on which depended their honors.
fortunes and lives, and all the welfare Of coming
ages. What punishment then could be too severe
for the miscrcant who, IN such a state of affairs,
would dare to betray his country In that day a
traitor was the blacklist Of criminals and his pun
ishment was quick and sharp, and terrible
As Harry Temple turned in the read and looked
down, wild roar came up to his ears that chilled
his blood.
An enormous crowd was around the house, sway
ing, surging shouting Volleys of stones crashed
into the windows and against the walls.
"Death to the traitOr''
''Down with his house!''
Fire the house''
"Tar and feathers.o
"Ride him on a rail!'
Ten thousand screams and cries, embodying
every yndictive feeling of the crowd, rose terribly
on high.
With bursting heart and unutterable agony, Har-
ny Temple rushed down the road; madly he tore
his way through the crowd. Fifty frenzied men
had seized a stick Of timber, and had burst open
the door, just as he reached the spot.
Great God!' cried Temple, in an agony,
'They're lost!''
And wild and high rose the shouts of the mob
''Kill!" "Kill' "Fire!" Burn the house'
Vengeance for Poole!" death to traitors!'
Temple struck right and left Careless of every
thing he sought to pierce the crowd, and gain the
door. But there was living wall between him
and the house.
in vain he shouted. Waving his sword in the air,
he called in the name of Congress, and ordered
them to open way. He might as well have
spoken to the waves of the sea.
Suddenly piercing shrek burst upon his ear
That voice! The sound struck terribly upon his
heart But he was powerless; wedged in among
the crowd, he heard the scream of Clara, and
could do nothing to save her.
rush of human beings came out Of the door
which pierced the crowd. dozen strong men
bore in their arms wretched human being,
whose pale face and chattering teeth showed that
he was at the last extremity OF fear. A storm of
excavations rolled up from the crowd They thirst
ed for his blood.
With convulsive effort Temple reached the
prisoner, and caught his arm.
At the sight of the young man Wells revived.
Save me )" he cried, with torrent of AFFECT en-
treaties that was unintelligible in the uproar
Deliver him up" cried Temple.
His pale face, his dsordered manner, his
bloOdshot eyes and his drawn sword arrested
the crowd.
who are your" they shouted with an oath.
~ am despatched by the commander-in-chief to
harms that man will answer for it himself. The
laws will be enforced
Don't be afraid wen not take his life," said
one of them.
"Give him up"
away" cried the others. 'We'll spare his
life. That's enough Beware how you interfere"
What more Temple would have done cannot be
said If he had not been drawn elsewhere. For now
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puff Of smoke came down, and the crowd, with
one roar like the noise Of thousand waves, cried
out exultingy:-
"Fre!''
thousand times more precious to him than all else,
and that life'wa now envelopcd by fire. Wildly
and franticaly he rushed through the rooms, call
ing out the name of his beloved.
But no sound came back save the rush of the
furious flames within, that rioted among the tapes
tries and furniture of the house. They climed the
walls, they threw out their fiery arms over the
ceiling they rolled in lurid streams up the stair
way.
Like mailman Temple rushed about, searching
every room and closet. What was life to him? His
love- his life, his darling was there amid the flames,
and he resolved to rescue her or die. He did not
dream of surviving her. If he could not find her he
would remain and perish.
He climbed far up stairs to the attic, but she was
not there-nOt in any room of the second or third
stOries-not on the lower fat-not in the kitchen or
out houses.
At last he rushed into the cellar. At that mo-
ment the house above seemed like one vast sheet
Of fame. Round it stood silent crowd. Soon
the silence was broken by loud yells and cheers
procession came from neghboring field bearing
singular figure that bore no resemblance of any
thing living.
1t was Wells, the tory-he was covered with tar
and feathers, and riding on rail.
The above is all of this story that will be pub
lshed in our columns. The continuation of it from
where it leaves off here can be found only in the
New York Ledger. the great family paper, which
is ready and for sale at all the stores through
out the city and country, where papers are sold.
Remember and ask for the New York Ledger of
July 81 and in it you will find the continuation of
the story from where it leaves off here.