Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-07-22
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Hoeo'ioho anu ION make any more
nc;se 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 c1t into the street he
found verybody 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 lest.
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 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 flaring 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 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 Mat!" 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"
"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 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
OIL" and the crowd gave way before
Dams furious strokes as he fought his
way toward the center.
xiii him! Smash imp 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 lie
had been knocked down and tramplcd
upon by the mob. He chung to Dan in.
stinctively, but remained perfectly
silent. at~~
Get out o the way" yelled the
marshal. wen take care O. him.
What's the matter?''
'IIe's shot Wiley"
A wild clamor of voices burst out to-
gcther: Il saw him." kill the hcllion
-! 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 a short distance away. The
prisoner made no resistance, and said
nothing. He appeared dazed. As the
sheriff got a little in advance, the
crowd thinncd, and he hurried his pris-
oner faster. The curious, furious
throng 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
dog
keep your hands off," said Dan, In
significant tone, as he waited for the
door to open. 1.-The law II look out
for this Teller. 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 muttcr of assent
which rose.
When the door swung close behind
them, Dan turned and looked at his
prisoner.
What is it, DAM" asked Annie. The
prisoners now We're perfectly silent,
hoping to hear about the arrest.
20. little row." Dan said, careless
ly. Come in here, young Teller"
The man was dressed like lumber
man, in a gay "Mackinaw" jacket, with