The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-06-17

you men stand by my side cried. and
prevent them from killing me-? Then there
was one man spoke up-a little, young
looking man, who did not seem to be more
than twenty-one years of age. will stand
by your SIDE, he said. Come out with me-
Then We two stepped into the street
My protector started to speak to the mob
but before he had uttered three words the
mob was upon me. A man struck me in
the face / ran again. Stones, curses and
jeers followed me. The mob ran also. /
ran east toward Ninth and Geyer. / heard
my young protector behind me cry out to
the crowd, Don't hurt her, men. Remem-
Der she is a woman Then / heard him no
more L didn't see him again for some
minutes, but think he followed me as fast
as he could In the crowd and, true 10 his
promise. did all that one man without arms
could do TO save me from shame and in
jury.
'On the corner of Ninth and Geyer there
is a grocery store. Next to it is a butcher
shop. In there ran. The butcher saw me
with my hat of and my skirt gone. my hair
hanging loose and terror in my eyes. What
is the matter? he cried. The mob!
answered, gasping for breath. for my last
strength was about gone. The mob are
after me. Don't you see? They say / am
a scab! Then I saw on the butchers face
mat he was not as the other men. He did
not waste any time on words. He did not
wait for any further explanation. Already
the mob was surrounding his shop. Run
through that back door and upstairs! he
cried, then you will be safe! L obeyed
without a word. found the stairs on the
outside Of the building and ran up them
hut the door was locked and 1 could not
get in. Then 1 sank down on the landing,
my strength all gone. Death has overtaken
me at last, 1 thought. The mob rushed
into the back yard from the street. They
had found out that l was attempting 70
escape upstairs
Several men threw stones at me- Three
girls ran up the steps and tried with might
and main TO pull my remaining skirt off
my body. / resisted them with all the
strength i could muster. They were de-
termined and vicious young women. They
called me vile names as they pulled at
my skirt. / identified them later in court
and they were each given two years in
the Reform School for their part in the
affair. But there were men who did as
much and more, and / hope the officers
will catch them.
Il was struggling with the girls when
two men ran up from below and struck me
with their fists. One of the men struck
me on the ear. l am positive of that. and
could identify the man who gave me
man hit me, and doubt whether / should
be able to point him out If saw him in a
crowd again.
Then my rescuer came I'm the shape of
a woman, an elderly, kind-faced woman
with a great deal of determination I'm her
expression. She ran upon the landing and
stood by my side. Men, stop this, she
cried. If you be men, stop hurting this
woman. You shall not touch her again. I
Will not allow woman TO be hurt or
shamed by such hoodlums as we arel''
Her voice was loud and trembled with
her Indignation. Much to my astonish-
ment the crowd withdrew. They had evil
IDENTIFY had all the pleasure out of me they
wished for. Then my young protector ap-
peared and expressed his deep regret for
the occurrence and his own ability to pro-
tect me. The lady who defended me from
the mob took me into a room upstairs.
where I remained until the police came.
Then I went to the Third district sta
ton, where / remained until my brother
took me TO the home of Miss Alma Sorg.
a friend of mine, who lives at No. S04 Barry
street. There spent the night, returning
to my home here next morning"