The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1903-09-17

crowd. He was himself no loser, but
the Bishops had lost their all. How
could he break the news to them? Pres
emily he began to hope family that old
Bishop might within the last week have
drawn out at least part Of the money,
but that hope was soon discarded, for
he remembered that the old man was
waiting to invest the greater part of
the deposit in some Shoal Creek cotton
mill stock which had been promised
him in a few weeks. No; the hope was
groundless. Alan, his father, Mrs.
Bishop and-Adele.
Miller's heart sank down into the
very ooZe of despair. All that he had
done for Adele's people and which had
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 mailman suddenly
threw his shoulder against the door.
There was 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 a scream of
terror, Craig ran into a room in the
rear and thence made his escape at Il
door opening on the side street. The
mob filled the bank and did not dis
cover Craig's escape for q. 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 he 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 So 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.
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 aislcs, 4 motley human mass.
many OF them without coats or hats.
The travelling evangelist seemed shock
ed out of expression, but the pastor,
MI 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.
Il 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-"W inship 8 alb
seconded with all the money in my
vault. These people want me to give
up WHAT haven't got. Oh, God knows
! would refund every cent if I had it!''
"You shall have our protection" said
the minister calmly "'They won't yio-
late the sacredness of the house of God
by raising a row. You are safe here.
Brother Craig. I'm sure all reasonable
people will not blame you for the fault
of another"
Il believe he's got my money!" cried
out Barnett in 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
somer's, I'll bet on thatr'
'"The law is your only recourse, Mr..
Barnett: said the preacher calmly.
Even now you are laying yourself liza
BILE to serious prosecution for threaten
ing a man with bodily injury when
you can't prove he's wilfully harmed