St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-06-03
SLEPT IN ONE BED

breathing of the inmates assured him
that all was well. Again peering eau
t1ously around, he raised himself on
an inverted flower pot and threw his
arms over the sill. A distant shout
caused him to raise his head and lis
ten. 1t was the voice of McMenemy's
cowboy in the field some distance
away, who afterwards proved an i'm
portant factor in the chase. Again the
negro raised himself on the window.
and moment later drew himself in
side. AS he approached the lounge oc-
cupied by Frieda the girl awoke and
stared INTO the black face of the
marauder just above her.
Frieda was almost paralyzed with
fright. but retained her composure
sufficiently to ask:
Why, what are you doing there?"
Ine negro's only reply was to place
ms hand over the girls mouth and hiss
INTO her ear command for silence.
The girl, with one desperate effort.
Wrenched herself free from his grasp
and screamed with all the strength of
her lungs. Her sisters awoke on the
instant, and, springing from her bed,
Maggie ran towards Frieda. The ne
gro anticipated her. and, grasping her
Dy the throat, threw her down and
kneit on her PROSTATE form, still re-
tanning his grip on her throat. The
other two girls ran wildly from the
house screaming with all their might.
The screams awoke Anton Ketchell,
the brother. who was sleeping in
THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR.
and without waiting to put on any ex-
ira clothes he ran into the yard in
time to discover the negro issuing
from the front door of the cottage and
making away across the road in a
northwesterly direction. Instantly d.
vining.the situation, Anton gave chase
Horst, who had waited to pull on a
pair of trousers, followed rapidly in
his rear. Over the road and into the
green pasture beyond sped the negro
with the speed of deer Anton was
less than 200 yards behind him, and
his skill as an athlete now stood him in
good stead Down into the hollow near
the approach to Kittsondale ran the
negro, never faltering, never stunb-
ling, while Anton. in his bare feet, trod
on sticks and fags and stone, but
never slackened his pace. Fences
sprung up in the path of the negro,
and as he ran he threw aside two
coats in order not 10 be hampered
when getting through the fences. This
delayed him trifie and Anton gained.
Being without clothes Anton had no
difficulty in getting through the
fences, and in this way he gained on
the negro step by step. For half a
mile straightaway the chase went on.
at this point a crowd of milkmen and
the young cowboy referred to caught
sight of the mad race across the fields
and heard the excited yellS of Horst,
who was following hard after Anton.
The cowboy instantly saw the situa-
ton, and putting spurs to his broncho
shot off in the direction of the flying
negro to head him off, With the
speed of a rocket the broncho sailed
over the open prairie. The cowboy
caught the fever of the chase and
urged his steed on to greater effort.
The negro was making for clump of
underbrush near the Kittsondale track
and once through it might have
escaped. But the broncho was fleeter,
and soon stood painting in the path of
the willy negro. Seeing his escape cut
off the negro turned and doubled back
on his trail, while the cowboy sailed
after him to ride him down. Ketchell
had taken advantage of the sudden
turn of affairs, however, and cutting
across the field in a. slanting direction,
came upon the frightened negro, and
leaping on his back threw both arms
around his neck. The negro had a big
rock in his hand, and twice raped
Anton over the head but failed to
stun him. Anton was like an enraged
tiger. He pulled and tugged at his
1ryirv r1ta ict n6 q a
well as he could in that position.
WITH A MIGHTY WRENCH
the negro broke loose and resumed
his fight 1t was now hopeless. The
cowboy was riding him down from the
front and pursuers in the persons Of
the milkmen and Horst were coming
from all sides. He paused, a trific
alarmed at the outlook. The delay was
fatal. Anton again sprung on his back
and dealt him a severe blow in the
face. 1t did not worry the negro in the
least. Another hard struggle ensued
and again the negro broke away. An
ton now seemed to have lost his senses
and was like mailman. With a sud-
den burst of speed, he third time
caught the fellow and threw him heay
lily to the ground. This time there was
no escape. Anton wound his strong
fingers about the negros throat and
planted his knees on his chest. Anton
threw all his strength into his grip,
and by the time the others came up
he had nearly choked the fellow into
insensibility. They dragged him off,
and he reluctantly consented to keep
his hands off. In half fainting con-
dition, the negro was helped to his
feet, and not very gently, either. He
glared at his captors, but said moth
ing. They tied his hands tightly to-
gether with the cowboys lariat, and,
giving him a good kick, started in
towards the city, Anton following
along in the rear with his scanty
clothing torn to shreds in the fight.
There was no chance for escape.
Thinking that perhaps he might get
away, his captors put the rope about
his neck, and, like beef led to the
slaughter, the negro was led back to
the yard of the little cottage. The
neighbors were there to welcome him,
and if looks could have killed he would
have died a hundred deaths. All sorts
of epithets were hurled at the now
badly frightened negro, and he trem-
Thompson cried:
Get rope and hang him!'
The others took up the cry. Some one
ran in the house for rope, and the
most intense excitement reigned. The
negro pleaded for mercy, but nothing
but curses were heaped upon him. The
man who had gone after the rope re-
appeared in the doorway with long
piece of window sash cord. He made
the moose as he walked towards the
crowd, and others began looking for