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

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and uamped the light snow that wa
falling into q muddy mass over tn
walks and up the veranda steps. I
large electric lamp ont in the street il
front Of the house threw a light owe
the strange scene.
Philip wedged his way in among tn
men, crying out his name and askin!
for room TO be made so that he cOult
: see Mr. Winter. The crowd. under TIA,
! impulse which sometimes moves eX
cited bodies of men, yielded to his re
quest There We're cries of Let hin
have a minister if he wants onew
Room here for the PRIEST Give the
preacher a chance to do some praying
where it's needed mighty bad" and SO
On Philip found a way opened for
him as he struggled toward the house,
land he hurried forward. fearing some
great trouble. but hardly prepared for
what he saw when he finally reached
he steps OF IT, veranda.
Half a dozen men had the mill owner
m their grasp having evidently drag
gpd him out of his dining room. His
coat was half torn off, as if there had
been q struggle. Marks of bloody i'm
gers stained his collar His face was
white. and his eyes filled with the fear
Of death. Within, upon the floor lay
his wife, who had tainted, A son and
4 daughter. his two grown up children,
slung terrified 70 one Of the servants,
who kneeled half taiuting herself by
the side Of the mill owners wife. A
table overturned and fragments of a
late dinner scattered over the side
board and on the floor, a broken plate,
the print Of a muddy foot on the white
filing before the open tire-the whole
picture flashed upon Philip like a scene
out Of the French revolution, and he
almost rubbed his eyes TO know if he
was awake and in America in the
century. He was intensely
however, and the nature Of
his duty never for a moment escaped
him. He at once advanced and said
calmly:
what does all this mean? Why this
attack on Mr. Winter"
The moment Mr. Winter saw Philip
and heard his voice he cried out, trem-
bling: lis that YOU, Mr. Strong?
Thank God! Save me! They are going
10 kill me-
"Who talks Of killing or taking hui
man life contrary to lawF" exclaimed
Philip, coming up closer and placing
bis hand on Mr.. Winters arm. Men,
what are you doingY
For a moment the crowd fell back a
little from the mill owner. and one Of
the men who had been foremost in the
lttack replied with some respect, al
though in a sullen manner: MIR.
Strong, this is not case for your in
reference. This man has caused the
death of one Of his employees, and he
deserves hanging"
"And hanging he will get" yelled an
other A great cry arose. In the midst
innocence. tits all mistake. They
do not know. Mr.. Strong, tell them
they do not know"
The crowd closed around Mr.. Winter
again. Philip knew enough about men
to know that the mill owner was in
genuine danger. Most of his assail-
ants We're the foreign element in the
mills. Many of them We're under the
influence of liquor. The situation was
critical Mr.. Winter chung to Philip
with the frantic clutch of man who
sees only one way of escape and clings
10 that with mad eagerness. Philip
turned around and faced the mob. He
raised his voice, hoping to gain hear
ing and reason with it, but he might as
we'll have raised his voice against a
of mud and snow toward the prisoner
In an instant every hand reached for
the nearest missile, and shower of
stones, muddy snowballs and limbs
torn from the trees on the lawn was
rained upon the house. Most of the
windows in the lower story We're bro
ken. All this time Philip was eagerly
demonstrating with the few men who
had their hands on Mr.. Winter. He
thought If he could only plead with
them to let the man go he could slip
with him around the end Of the veran-
da through a side door and take him
through the house to a place of safety.
He also knew that every minute was
precious, as the police might arrive at
any moment and change the situation.
But in spite Of his pleas the mill own
or was gradually pushed and dragged
down of the veranda toward the gate.
The men tried to get Philip out of the
way.
we don't want to harm you. sir.
Better get out Of danger" said the
same man who had spoken before.
Philip for answer threw one arm
about Mr. Winter, saying: IF you kill
him, you viii kill me with him. You
shall never do this great sin against an
innocent man. In the name of God,
call on every soul here to-
But his words were drowned in the
noise that followed The mob was in
sane with fury. Twice Mr.. Winter
was dragged of his feet by those down
on the walk; twice Philip raised him
"a his foot fnnIiny sf4ra that IL tho