Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-08-28

They gained on the feetna banker.
reused her deepest, tenderest gratitude
was swept away. What would she
think now?
His train of thought was rudely bro
ken by an oath from Barnett, who
with the rage of a madman suddenly
threw his shoulder against the door.
There was a crash, groan Of bursting
timber and breaking bolts, and the
door flew open. For one instant Miller
saw the CHASTITY face and covering
form of the old banker behind the wire
grating, and then, with scream OF
terror, Craig ran into room In the
rear and thence made his escape at
door opening on the side street. The
mob filed the bank and did not dis
cover Craig's escape for a minute;
then, with a howl Of rage, it surged
back into the street. Craig was ahead
Of them, running toward the church,
where prayer meeting was being held,
the tails of his long frock coat flying
behind him, his worn silk hat in his
convulsive grasp.
THAR be goes" yelled Barnett. And
he led the mob after him, all running
at the top of their speed without real
izing why they were doing 80. They
gained on the fleeing banker, and Bar
nett could almost touch him when they
reached the church. With cry Of
fear, like that Of wild animal brought
to bay. Craig sprang up the steps and
ran into the church. crying and groan-
Ing for help.
A dozen men and women and chill
dren were kneeling at the altar to get
the benefit Of the prayers Of the min
listers and the congregation, but they
stood up In alarm, some Of them with
wet faces.
The mob checked itself at the door,
but the greater part Of it crowded into
the two aisles, motley human mass.
many of them without coats or hats.
The travelling evangelist seemed shock
ed out of expression, but the pastor,
Mr.. Lapsley. who was an old Confed-
crate soldier and used to scenes Of vio-
lence, stood calmly facing them.
whats all this mean?" he asked.
81 came here for protection" whined
Craig, Ito my own church and people.
This mob wants to kill me-tear me
limb from limb"
"But what's wrong?" asked the
preacher.
"Winship," painted Craig, his white
head hanging down as he stood touch
ing the altar railing-"Winship g alb
seconded with all the money In my
vault. These people want me to give
up what haven't got. Oh, God knows
I would refund every cent If had IT."
You shall have our protection" said
the minister calmly. "They won't vio-
late the sacredness Ct the house Of God
by raising row. You are safe here,
Brother Craig. I'm sure all reasonable
people will not blame you for the fault
Of another"
II believe he's got my money" cried
out Barnett in u coarse, sullen voice,
land the money Of some o my women
folks that's helpless. and he's got to
turn it over! Oh. he's got money hid
some'r's, I'll bet OH that!'
THE law Is your only recourse, Mr..
Barnett" said the preacher calmly.
Even now you are laying yourself liza
ble to serious prosecution for threaten
ing q man with bodily injury when
you can't prove he's wilfully harmed
you"
The words told on the mob, many Of
them being only small depositors. and
Barnett found himself without open
support. He was silent. Rayburn Mil
ler, who had come up behind the mob
and was now in the church, went to
Craig's side. Many thought he was
proffering his legal services.
Zone word, Mr.. Craig" he said,
touching the quivering arm Of the
banker.
"Oh. you're no loser," said Craig,
turning on him. There was nothing to
your credit"
81 know that" whispered Miller, "but
as attorney for the Bishops l have a
right to ask if their money is SAFE"
The eyes Of the banker went to the
ground.
"Its gone-every cent Of 1t" he said.
at was their money that tempted Win
ship. He'd never seen such large pile
at once"
"You don't mean But Miller felt
the utter futility of the question on his
tongue and turned away. Outside he
met Jeff Dukes, one Of the town mar.
shals, who had been running and was
very red in the face and out of breath
"Is that mob in thar" he asked.
"Yes, and quiet now," said Miller.
"Let them alone. The important thing
is to put the police on Winship's track
Come back downtown"
"I'll have to git the particulars from
Craig fust," said Dukes. "Are you
| loser?"
"No, but some Of my clients are, and
I'm ready to stand any expense te
| catch the thief"