The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1895-04-12

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's."
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 at 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
Wiley, the master of ceremonies, had
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
a 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 readyw
A figure reeled off the sidewalk,
toward the captain, with a revolver in
his hand.
Damn you, you're the man I've been
looking for" he said, as he fred.
The captain stiffened in his tracks,
wavered moment and fell.
''Take that" 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 a wild cry arose.
'Murderl" 20
MAN killed.!
stop im--don't let him escaped"
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 a 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; THE sheriff! Stand
Off" and the crowd gave way before
Dams furious strokes as he fought his
way toward the center.
kill himl Smash 'im!' yelled voices
hoarse with passion.
'Giye i'm to mep' shouted Dan
As he laid hands on the wild-eygd
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 chung to Dan in
stinctively, but remained perfectly
silent,
Get out O. the wayl" yelled the
marshal. We'll take care O. him.
What's the NATTER"
Hes shot Wiley"
4 wild clamor of voices burst out to,
gether: II saw him!" ''KilI the heilion
-! Lynch 'imw
''Clear the track" commanded Dan.
''Tll take care of him. Marshal, you
look after Wiley. Clear the way,
therew
He rushed the painting assassin
through the crowd-Or rather along
with the crowd-toward the Jail, which
was only a short distance away. The
prisoner made no resistance, and said
nothing. He appeared dazed- As the
sheriff got q little in advance, the
crowd thinned, and he hurried his pris-
Oner faster. The curious, furious
thFong was divided; part remained to
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 son of a
dogr
keep your hands off, said Dan, in a
significant tone, as he waited for the
door to open. '"The law II look out
for this TELLER. Don't worry"
THE law-yes. Some damn tricky
lawyer Il git him off with ten years,
just like the" The speakers words
were lost in the mutter of assent
which rose.
When the door swung close behind
them, Dan turned and looked at his
prisoner.
What is it, DAMP" asked Annie, The
prisoners now were perfectly silent,
hoping to hear about the arrest,
20, little row" Dan said, careless
". Come in here. yeung Teller"
The man was dressed like lumber
man, ina gay "0Iaekinawf jacket, with
trousers of the same material, and red
stockings Of felt which came nearly to
his knees. lie was 1.-THE and power
fui man. with a sullen face. now that
the look of mortal fear was passing
from it. He was dazed and breathless.
and made no resistance as Dan thrust
him into a lower cell.
What's up. DAMP" asked the convict
Some DRINKS fighting" Dan replied,
IA tone that sileneed further inquiry,
though they knew a drunk would not