The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1896-01-09

men out there. half % EN- full %
WHISKY. and Joe can't handle EN-
sione.~
Five hundred men within a minute
passed the word down the street:
Frank willey's shoti
All order disappeared The parade
broke into a d~isoraered mass fastening
toward the band The boys brigade,
ttr center Of the mass Mumined with
their hariug torches the wash and rest
less surge % humanity.
From every direction streams Of men
deborched into the main street ike q
spring overflow. Women and children
lined the sidewalks
who 5One itg shouted furious
voices
'Sonedamn Dimblebat, Of course
Where is hep
CLARK run i'm into the tan.~
where's Wiley? Is he livin'T
"Yes Hes IN the drug store.
Then a sort Of silence fell on the
crowd They stood in dense groups
surrounding some eyewitness Of the
shooting From time 20 time news
emanated fro.n the drug store
hes bad. They've sent for his
wife. Then the talk would 90 back
q the prisoner.
What in Gods heavens rny man has
agains; Prank Wiley don't see
A carriage drove up through the
crowd with a wAite-faood oma in it
The meaning hyste-5cal sobs went 10
the heart like the thrust q a jar-ed
knife. They stood aside il awe Of her
grief as she was hurried into the ere
by two men
MY Go5, Jus; think what's on h-~
was the universal comment Of the
crowd s1rged against the door
stand back there! Don't crowd
There came a piercil shrek that
made every man shiver as II an icy
blast had blown on his naked heart
Then the wori came out and was flung
from lip TO lip
Res dead
What? No--
,wnley's dead. He didn't know
her..
Few questioned it. coming after the
wife's CRY. Men stood staring into
each others faces and swearing great
oathS helplessly.
Prank Wiley dead,- Sobbed one
great bearisd fellow, his voice high
and broken why. my God. gentle
men, he stood right here ten minutes
ago-l had my hand on his shoulder
Nobody laughed at his crying-there
were too many with tears on their
cheeks Everybody knew the captain:
everybody had felt the pressure Of his
hand Some had been his comrades in
the war. Some of the young fellows
were in the militia which he CON
manded-an loved him
The street grew darker as the torches
went out The crowd again broke
into knots He ought TO hang to-
morrow morning. was a remark made
here and there
we ought TO "a lynched him when
we had him
Mrs Wiley, in that utter despair
which is like the surrender Of life, was
carried out &c tie hack and taken
away. The men silently looked on
But as the carriage disappeared up
the street. a crowd Of men came ont Of
8 saloon, and there arose a strident
overlapping, terocious voice in q lar
reaching howl
Every man that's so; any sand, fol-
Ter me
Where top
ITO the jail TO hang that
Scores Of voices replying Z OF his
terrible oaths
That's right The Jail Smash i,
i'm
Come on. you eowards.-
Like a mass Of logs let loose in .
swift current, the pack of men be
gan % move down the street toward
the jail AS they moved they gathered
strength Zach man seeing his neigh
Dor moving moved with less fear. \
sort Of inhuman Joy and citation came
into their souls; many Of them felt like
singing as they marched
Dan and Annie were standing on the
steps Of the Jail, listening.
There's no telling chat they'll do
he was saying as be heard some OF the
wild voices They heard a new sound
"A chorus of Avage shouts The
trample 81 feet grew palmer and more
rapid, beating the frozen ground and
the hollow sidewalk till an ominous
roar arose
her resolute face 20 her husband
They're after ha-"
They won't get i'm won't open
up Listen 10 that will ve2-
lTo BE ooSrISUkD.I