The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1886-09-02

They file out into the prison yard and
| cross 1t Tor the distance of about ten rods
towards the main building of the prison.
Lounglng about in the yard are ten or nj
teen prisoners engaged at special tasks
with little more freedom than ordinary
| couvicts. They hardly raise their heads as
their fellows pass them. Near the entrance
to the main building q blue coated man
wearing e heavy watch chain and swing
| ing light switch stands talking to guard
who leans idly on his musket. This man
raises his eyes as the head of the line ap-
proacheS him, but does not move. The
guards In charge assume greater vigil
lance over the convicts, who also recognize
the warden, but make no sign.
Ii has grown quite dark now. Men.
faces are barely recognizable. Suddenly
there Is little confusion. A man In the
first line stunbles and the line is broken.
Ihls man Is some distance from the nearest
gnard, who Immediately rushe5 forward to
close up the gap in the line. The head OF
the line has, however gone on, and as the
man stumbled the rear stopped short Ike .
train of cars suddenly checked. The second
line, which follows in the track of the first
too closely to be instantly turned out,
Stumbles over the men in the first line an3
receives backward impetus which it com
municates to the third
<1o LuO lllcS Gu0y uHu WudC db
first seemed accidental turns out to have
been premsditated. Out of the confused
mob halt dHzn1 striped jackets bound
upon the guards to disarm them. Yells
and curses burst upon the ear. The head
OF the first line has with rush reached the
wide doors of the main building, and the
convictS endeavor to force them shut on tbs
guard inside. With mad yells others clad
in striped suits rush in dozen different
directions. Half score fling themselves
upon the blue-coated man with the big
watch chain and the guard who leans upon
the musket- Both are overborne in the sud-
den rush, and dozen hands reach for the
throat of the warden. He is in desperate
hands, yet, though dazed by the suddeness
of the attack, struggles violently to free
himself. A large revolver is in his pocket,
but 1T Is under him and he can not reach it.
He is at the mercy of his aSsailants and in
their faces there is no mercy.
But across the yard from the second line
form wearing the hideous prison garb
bounds as soon as that line is broken. l.
is Stalwart convict, who makes straight
for the spot where the warden is struggling.
and as he reaches it hurls his fellows aside.
as If he were giant and they pigmies.
For a moment the warden is free, but
again the madmen rush upon him, and this
time his stalwart defender is himself
overborne. He fights desperately with
his fellows in silence on his part
and amid a storm of oaths on
theirs, and the warden from whom
the attack has been diverted, availing him
self of the opportunity, retreats a few
PAGES and drawing his revolver stands at
bay. Tne stalwart convict breaks away
from the half-doZen who hold him and
rushes to throw himself in front of the
warden. At that instant the crack of a
nusket rings out, the flash is almost in his
face and the aim is true, for he leaps into
the air, turns half way around and drops
ike stone face downward. A guard has
fred without orders to protect his chief
and picked out the man he took to be the
leader of the latter's assailants. As the
man falls the mad rush of his
fellows is checked as if a wall had sprung
Up before them. 1t is but for moment
heir confusion lasts, but before they can
varden's revolver and the muskets of half
/ dozen guards who have by this time
come to the rescue of the warden.
Throw up your hands, boys; the games
lp," says the foremost of the gang as he
'ealizes that the least move on his part
means certain death. Three or four of his
spurn the dead body before
hem with their feet, and hiss, Curse the
raitor." but seeing that they have been
oiled fall back.
The other parties who had engaged in
assaults upon the guards seem to have
)een repulSed without the firing of sim
,le shot and few who have been cap
ured. With oaths the guards are driving |
hem into the most secure corner of the |
prison yard, and in a few moments all are |
,enned in like flock of sheep.
1t is now so dark that faces are indis- |
inguiShable. but at the point Of the bay |
met the convicts are once mora marshalled |
nto lines, marched into the inner prison |
building and locked supperless in their |
ellis The eHente is ended
Out on the stones in the prison ward a |
orm in a striped suit lies stiffening in a |
lark pool. The sullen sky bends down to |
he dreary stone walls of the enclosure
ind a few flakes OF snow quiver in the air |
While the guards are marching the prison
rs into safe-keeping no one comes |
o look at this man, the one vic
i'm of the uprising, but when the
convicts are safely housed |
wO men bearing Stretcher and third
arrying lantern como out to remove the
,ody. They turn it over, and the dark
Hood wells forth from hole in the side
md reddens the snow sprinkled cobble-
tones of the yard. When they lift it on
aces but the features of the dead man are
ranquil.
''Who is he" queries one, and the one
With the lantern, holding the light close to
he body, reads from the breast of the
lideous striped jacket Number 2,319"
An official report on the eneute tomorrow
will say that in quelling it, convict No.
,319" assisted and perhaps saved the
varden's life, but was unfortunately shot
" mistake, this bsing the only CASUALTY
sidney Cough, in " Y. Graphic.