Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1878-12-27
CHAPTER II.

| CHAPTER H.
cts no use, men; for Gods sake
stop your nonsense. 1t will be bloody
job for the man who touches my prison
en-" There was courage in his face
that appeared for moment to outshine
the Pickering resolution of the cowardly
mob. The stairs were gained, Jordan
foremost, and before the crowd could I'M
derstand the movement the retreat was
suddenly accomplished. Passing rapid :
ly upstairs along the balcony, the two
officers and the prisoner gained the jail,
and for moment the victim was with
drawn from the murderous, baleful eyes
under which his heart had sunk in
strange, unutterable fear.
A hoarse shout burst from the mob
the tally-ho Of the hunt of murder. In
moment they had collected in the street
from which there was access to the street
by covered stairway Loud threats,
oaths and terrible maledictious told of the
sudden fury of the crowd. The former
quiet tones were replaced by yclls and
excavations: it was new mood of that
changeful, cowardly monster-a mob
now clamoring for its prey, swaying to
and fro in its devilish unsightIy greed.
"Hang him, hang him Those brief,
terrible words, mechanically repeated like
the refrain of Gends, and with the quick
ness of an electric shock, they slammed
the Jail door violently in the face of Matt
land, and devilish laugh rang in his
ears.
He answered it with shrek Of agony
He beat with his fist upon the closed
door ; he tried with the assistance of his
superior officer to break the door, but it
was secure. and be could hear nothing
beyond but hoarse and lessening MUIR
muir
Suddenly a thought struck him. He
rushed past the sheriff, he mounted the
stairs with long, quick leaps, and ran
oct on the balcony hanging over the
street. He had only time to see the mob
running in a confused, scattered way,
and an express wagon driven at the top
Of its speed in the direction Of field,
going outside the town. There we're
several men in it and they appeared to
be struggling.
"Why don't he Gomez" And the wo-
man who had so prayed in the morning
for the freedom Of her husband, and an
hour ago received such q message OF
happiness, looked wistfully out on the
long road She reasoned with herself
that he had delayed to receive the con
graduation of friends /; but she thought
her love and her anxiety should have
been first considered, and she framed in
her mind a reproof for the truant, and
dallied with the thought of the pretense
Of anger with which she should receive
him
Four hours, five hours passed since
the happy news of the messenger, and
the sun was sinking TO the verge of the
horizon. Her solicitude deepened and
yet she thought she could have no good
reason to disquiet and distress herself,
since the crisis she had dreaded had
PASSED, and God had been so good to
her. But love is more vigilant than
patient; and as again and again she
turned from the window that looked out
on the long road, it was TO pace the floor
with disordered steps, and murmured
fancies Of resentment against the man
who kept her passionate affection 50 long
in waiting.
The sun was nearly down but on the
long road at last appears the figure Of
horseman--a single horscman. Gould it
be be p? and her heart beat quickly as
she advanced toward the gsto, watching
anxiously the approaching figure. Why
should be approach so slowlyY Present.
ly look Of pleasant recognition lighted
up her face, succeeded instantly by a
shadow Of alarm and anxiety. Il was
John Maiiland-and alone. riding slow
ly and thoughtfully toward her.
She rushed to him. almost breathless.
with questions "Wbere is Harry. my
Is he not with you? Wy