The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-11-02
BY HArlLIN GARLAND.

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half-dozon voices,
1.-THE Rips are in it. New York
goes"
Some Of the fellows cheered, others
doubted. SIS it settled?"
"Well, yes New York Herald con-
cedes the victory"
'Well, that settles it."
"What's goin' on in town to-night?"
asked one voice eagerly, wistfully.
Parade" said Dan. "Now no more
questions and don't make any more
noise than is necessary"
They're all right" he reported to
his wife. But I'll come back early.
Keep your ear to the tube, and if you
hear anything suspicious, send Julia
down to Jim'so
- II
When he got out into the street he
found everybody else there, and the
procession was nearly formed. Torches
were flying here and there, the band
master was bugling the fall in," and
the main street roared with voices, in
song, in whoop, and in jest.
The electric lights sputtered, dying
almost out ut times, to the derisive
groans of the crowd. They had but
lately been put up, and every evidence
of failure was hailed with joy by some,
and with dismay by others.
Just behind the band Capt. Frank
AN l,p FNf lao
dismounted, and was arranging the
boys brigade, which was to lead.
Wiley was a cashier in the bank, and
one Of the finest men of the town, an
almost universal favorite. Handsome,
in his SLOUGH hat, gold-braided coat,
and his graceful dark red sash, he was
great figure in the eyes of the boys,
who held their faring torches aloft
with the gesture of veterans.
The crowd around the band was so
thick it forced the passersby into the
gutter, and the captain was saying, as
the band struck up:
"Spread out, gentlemen. Don't crowd
people onto the boys. All ready!'
A figure reeled off the sidewalk,
toward the captain, with revolver in
his hand.
Damn you, you're the man I've been
looking for" he said, as he fired.
The captain stifiened in his tracks,
wavered a moment and fell.
Take Hat!" 'snarled the murderer
again, as he fred last shot and flung
the revolver at the captains face-then
tnrned and walked away.
The unexpected finds men powerless
to stir, and the fifty men who saw it
stood appalled, unable to cry out or
move till the man had passed on into
the crowds farther up the street.
Then II wild cry arose.
Murder"
"Man killed."
"Stop 'in--dont let him escape!"
The hoarse cry of murder reached
Sheriff Clark, who was some distance
down the street, talking with the city
marshal.
Trouble, Joe, come on" cried Dan.
They rushed toward the sound of the
cries There was struggling mass of
men just ahead of the band. Curses,
wild cries and commands came from
the group. Another smaller, silent
swarm was concentrated around some
thing on the ground across the street.
Clark and the marshal rushed into the
struggling mass.
Some one yelled: "Thc sheriff! Stand
off, and the crowd gave way before
Dams furious strokes as he fought his
way toward the center.
. 'Kill him! Smash inn" yelled voices
hoarse with passion.
GIVE i'm to me-" shouted Dan.
As he laid hands on the wild-eyed,
pallid, struggling wretch, foam was on
his lips, his teeth were clenched, his
face. was bloody, his neck bare. He
had been knocked down and trampled
upon by the mob. He clung to Dan in
stinctively, but remained perfectly
silent.
Get out o the way" yelled the
marshal. "We'll take care o. him.
What's the matter?"
He's shot Wiley"
A wild clamor of voices burst out to-
gether: i saw him" "Kill the hellion
-, Lynch 'im,'
"Clear the track" commanded Dan.
"I'll take care of him. Marshal, you
look after Wiley. Clear the way,
there"
He rushed the painting assassin
through the crowd-or rather along
with the crowd-toward the Jail, which
was only short distance away. The
prisoner made no resistance, and said
nothing. He appeared dazed. As the
sheriff got little in advance, the
crowd thinned, and he hurried his pris'
oner faster. The curious, furious
throng was divided; part remained tc
see what became of the murdered man
the more careless and more youthful
ran along beside Dan as they had often
followed circus. Everybody thought
the case exaggerated, for few had
heard the shot in the tumult
They followed, however, up to the
very door, and there were several voices
crying; Lynch the cowardly sonof 8
dog"
keep your hands off, said Dan, in {
significant tone, as he waited for the
door to open. "The law IL look out
for this feller. Don't worry"
"The law-yes Some damn tricky
lawyer II git him off with ten years
just like the" The speakers words
were lost in the mutter of assen
which rose.
When the door swung close behint
them, Dan turned and looked at hi
prisoner.
What is it, DAMP" asked Annie. TIL,
prisoners now were perfectly silent
hoping to hear about the arrest.
so, little row." Dan said, careless
ly Come in here, young feller."
The man was dressed like lumber
man, in gay "Mackinaw" jacket, will
trousers of the same material, and ret
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