Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-01-17
CHAPTER TX.

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Mr.. Winter, he found himself at once
In the midst of q mob Of bowling, an
cry men, who surged over the lawn
and tramped the light snow that was
falling into q muddy mass over the
walks and up the veranda steps. A
large electric lamp out in the street in
front of the house threw a light over
the strange scene.
Philip wedged his way in among the
men, crying out his name and asking
for room to be made so that he could
see Mr.. Winter The crowd, under the
impulse which sometimes moves ex-
cited bodies of men, yielded to his re-
quest. There were cries Of "Let him
have a minister if he wants one|
Room here for the priest" Give the
preacher q 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,
and ne hurried forward, fearing some
great trouble, but hardly prepared for
what he saw when he finally reached
the steps of the veranda.
Half dozen men had the mill owner
in their grasp, having evidently drag
ged him out Of his dining room. HIS
coat was half torn off, as If there had
been struggle. Marks Of bloody lin
ce-s 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. \ son and
q daughter, his two grown up children.
clung terrified to one Of the servants,
who kneeled half fainting herself by
the side of the mill owners wife. 4
table overturned and fragments or
late dinner scattered over the side
board and on the floor, broken plate,
the print OF q muddy foot on the white
thing before the open tire-the whole
picture flashed upon Philip like scene
out of the French revolution. and he
almost rubbed his eyes to know If he
was awake and in America In the
nineteenth century. He was intensely
practical, however, and the nature or
his duty never for moment escaped
MIN. lie Ut OuCe duNdHSSo nno S"iN
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: rs that you, MIR. Strong!
Thank God! Save me! They are going
to kill me!'
"Who talks of killing or taking hu-
man life contrary to law" exclaimed
Philip. coming up closer and placing
his hand on Mr.. Winters arm. Men
what are you doing!"
For moment the crowd fell back q
little from the mill owner. and one OF
the men who had been foremost in the
attack replied with some respect. al
though in sullen manner: 'Mr
Strong. this is not a 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 \ great cry arose. In the midst
Of it all Mr.. Winter shrickcd out his
do not know! Mr.. Strong. tell then
they do not know"
The crowd closed around Mr.. Winter
again. Philip knew enough about mer
to know that the mill owner was il
genuine danger. Most of his assail
ants were the foreign element in the
mills. Many Of them were under th'
influence of liquor. The situation wa:
critical. Mr. Winter clunS to Philil
with the frantic clutch of man wh'
sees only one way of escape and cling
70 that with mad eagerncss. Phllll
turned around and faced the mob. liz
raised his voice. hoping to gain hear
ing and reason with it. but he might a.
well have raised his voice against
tornado. Some one threw a handfu
of mud and snow toward the prisoner
In an instant every hand reached 10