The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1896-01-10

men out there, half Of ,em fun Of
whisky, and Joe can't handle 'em
alone"
Five hundred men within minute
passed the word down the street:
''Frauk Willey's shot"
Ali order disappeared The parade
broke into disordered mass, Fastening
toward the band The boys brigade,
the center of the mass. nlumined with
their faring torches the wash and rest
| less surge of humanity.
From every direction streams Of men
debouched into the main street like
spring overflow. Women and children
lined the sidewalks
who done it p shouted furious
| voices
''Some damn Dimblebat, of course"
Where IS hep"
| "Clarl, run i'm into the Jail"
"Where's Wiley? Is he iyin'?"
Eyes He's in the drug store"
Then q sort of silence fell on the
crowd They stood in dense groups
surrounding some eyewitness Of the
shooting. From time to time news
| emanated from the drug store.
Hes bad They've sent for his
wife" Then the talk would 60 back
to the prisoner.
| What in Gods heavens eny man has
against Frank Wiley don't see"
| A carriage drove up through the
crowd with a white-faced woman in it
| the heart like the thrust of a jagged
| -, ~ hov
grief as she was hurried into the store
by two men,
MY God! Just think what's On herr
was the universal comment Of the
crowd surged against the door.
stand back there! Don't crowd"
There came a piercing shrek that
made every man SILVER as if an icy
blast had blown on his naked heart
Then the word came out and was flung
from lip to lip.
Hes dead!''
What? Mol"
"Willey's dead! Re 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.
Frank Wiley dead!" sobbed one
great bearded fellow, his voice high
and broken why, my God, gentle
men. he stood right here ten minutes
ago-I 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 COM
manded-a1 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 remark made
here and there.
I'VE 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 to the hack and taken
away. The men silently looked on
But as the carriage disappeared up
the street, q crowd of men came out of
saloon, and there arose strident,
overlapping, ferocious voice in a far
reaching howl
Every man that's got any sand. fol-
Ter me-"
Where to?"
| ITO the jail to hang that"
| Scores of voices replying cut off his
terrible oaths-
That's right The jail Smash it
inr'
''Come on, you cowards!"
Like a mass of logs let loose in a
swift current, the pack" of men be-
gan to move down the street toward
the jail AS they moved they gathered
strength. Each man seeing his neigh
Dor moving moved with less fear. A
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 achdt they'll dor
he was saying as he heard some OF the
wild voices They heard new sound
"a chorus of savage shouts The
trample of feet grew palmer and more
rapid, beating the frozen ground and
the hollow sidewalk till an ominous
roar arose
They're comm, Dan" Annie turned
her resolute face to her husband.
They're after him"
They won't get I'm Iwon't open
up Listen to that, will ye?"
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