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

Some Of the fellows cneereo. others
doubted. els it settleds"
"Wen, yes. New York Herald con-
cedes the victory"
well, that settles It
"What's goin' on in town to-night?'
asked one voice eagerly, wistfully.
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 reared 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 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 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 ALI readyI''
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 fired
The captain stiffened in his tracks,
wavered a moment and fell.
Take htGt!" snarled the murderer
again, as he fred a 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."
La -
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: 1.-The sheriff! Stand
Off, and the crowd gave way before
Dams furious strokes as he fought lis
way toward the center.
kill him! Smash 'im!'' yelled voices
hoarse with passion
s.Give i'm to ne!' 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. He
had been knocked down and trampled
upori by the mob. He chung to Dan in
stinctively, but remained perfectly
silent
Get out o the way!" yelled the
marshal. We'll take care O. him
What's the matter?"
Hes shot Wiley"
A wild clamor of voices burst out to-
pether: 81 saw him!'' kill the heIlioo
-! Lynch 'im!"
Clear the track!" commanded Dan
'.I'Il 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 short distance away. The
prisoner made no resistance, and said
nothing. He appeared dazed. As the
sheriff got a little in advance, the
crowd thinned, and he hurried his pris-
oner faster. The curious, furious
throng was divided; part remained to
gee what became of the murdered man,
the more careless and more youthful
ran along beside Dan as they had often
followed q 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 q
dogr'
''Keep your hands off," said Dan, In q
significant tone. as he waited for the
door to open THE law IL look out
for this TELLER. Don't worry"
1.-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 1t. DAM" asked Annie. The
prisoners now were perfectly silent,
hoping to hear about the arrest
20. little row." Dan said. careless
". Come in here, young feller."
The man was dressed like a lumber
man, ina gay '.Macl<inaw" jacket, with
trousers of the same material, and red
stockings of felt which came nearly to
his knees He was q 1.-the and power
full man with a sullen face now that