Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1900-04-19

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vent it,"
XIII them both-the bloody coward
and the priestr' yelled voice. They
both belong to the same church"
Yes, hang 'em! Hang EN- both" A
tempest Of cries went up. Philip tow.
cred up like a giant. In the light OF
the street lamp he looked out over the
great sea of passionate, brutal faces,
crazed with drink and riot, and great
wave of compassionate feeling swept
over him. Those nearest never forgot
that look. 1t was Christljkr in its
yearning love for lost children His
lips moved in prayer.
And just then the outer circle Of the
crowd seemed agltated. 1t had surged
up nearer the light with the evident in
tentIQp Of hanging the mill owner on
/ one Of the crOsspieces Of q telegraph
/ pole near 10y. The rope had again been
thrown over his head. Philip stood
with one arm about Mr.. Winter and
with the other stretched out 10 en-.
| treaty, when he heard a pistol shot,
then another. The entire police de-
partmcnt had been summoned and had
finally arrived. There was a skirmish-
ing rattle of shots. But the crowd be-
gan 10 scatter in the neighborhood of
the police force. Then those nearer
Philip began TO run as best they could
away from the officers. Philip and the
mill owner We're dragged along with
the rest in the growing confusion UNTIL
watching his opportunity, Philip pull
ed Mr. Winter behind one of the large
poles ny which the lights of the street
We're suspended.
Here. sheltered a little. but struck by
many blow, Philip managed to shield
with his own body the man who only
little while before had come into his
own house and called him liar and
threatened to Withdraw his church sup
port because of the preaching Of
Christs principles.
When finally the officers reached the
two men, Mr.. Winter was nearly dead
from the fright Philip was badly
bruised, but not seriously. and he help
ed Mr. Winter back to the house. while
a few of the police remained on guard
the rest of the night. 1t was while re
covering from the effects of the nights
attack that Philip little by little learn
ed of the facts that led up to the as
sault
There had been growing feeling Of
discomfort in all the mills, and 1t had
finally taken shape in the Ocean mill,
which was LARGELY owned and control
led by Mr. Winter. The discomfort
arose from a new scale of wages sub
mitted 10y the company. II was not
satisfactory to the men, and the after
noon of that evening ON which Philip
had gone down to the hall a commit
tee of the mill men had waited on Mr..
Winter and after a long conference
had gone away without getting any
satisfaction. They could not agree on
the proposition made by the company
and by their own labor organization.
Later in the day one of the committee,
under instructions, went to see Mr..
Winter alone and came away from
the interview very much excited and
angry. He spent the first part of the
evening in a saloon. where he related
a part of his interview with the mill
owner and said that he had finally
kicked him out of the office. Still later
in the evening he told several of the
men that he was going to see Mr.. Win
ter again, knowing that on certain
evenings he was in the habit of stay
ing down at the mill office until nearly
half past 8 for special business. The
mills were undergoing repairs, and
Mr.. Winter was away from home
more than usual.
That was the last that any one saw
Of the man until, about 10 o'clock,
some one going home past the mill
office heard a man groaning at the foot
of a new excavation at the end of the
building and climbing down discover
cd the man who had been to see Mr..
Winter twice that afternoon. He had
terrible cash in his head and lived
only few minutes after he was dis
covered. To the half dozen men who
stood over him in the saloon, where he
had been carried, he had murmured
the name Of Mr.. Winter and had
then expired.
4 very little adds fuel to the brain of
men already heated with rum and ha-
tired. The rumor spread like lightning
that the wealthy mill owner had killed
one of the employees who had gone to
see him peaceably and arrange matters
for the men. He had thrown him out
of the office into one of the new mill
excavations and left him there to die
/ like a dog in ditch. So the story ran
all through the tenement district. and
in an incredibly swift time the worst
elements in Milton were surging to-
ward Mr.. Winters house with murder
/ in their hearts and the means of accom-
I plishing it in their hands.
Mr.. Winter had finished his work at
/ the office and gone home to sit down to
late lunch, as his custom was, when
he was interrupted by the mob. The
rest Of the incident is connected with
what has been told. The crowd seized
him with little ceremony, and it was