Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1903-11-03

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 few weeks. No; the hope was
gr0undless. 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 mailman suddenly
threw his shoulder against the door.
There was crash, groan Of bursting
timber and breaking bolts, and the
door few 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 a
door opening on the side street. The
mob filed the bank and did not dis
cover Craig's escape for a minute;
then. with howl of rage, 1t 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
txing why they were doing SO. They
gained on the fleeing banker, and Bar.
nett could almost touch him when they
reached the church. With a cry Of
fear, like that of a wild animal brought
to bay. Craig sprang up the steps and
ran into the church. crying and groan-
Ing for help.
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,
MIR. Lapsley, who was an old Confed-
crate soldier and used to scenes of VIC
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 wrongT' asked the
preacher.
"Wlnship." painted Craig, his white
head hanging down as he stood touch
ing the altar railing-"Winship s alb
seconded with all the money In my
vault. These people want me to give
up what haven't got. Oh, God knows
l would refund every cent If had itw
You shall have our protection" said
the minister calmly. "They won't VIC
late the sacredness of the house OF Go
s,s' aisinn sow Nnn-ara snf. hapa
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,
"and the money of some o. my women
folks that's helpless. and he's got to
turn 1t over! Oh. he's got money hid
Eome'r's. I'll bet OH thatv'
1.-THE law is your only recourse, Mr..
Barnett" said the preacher calmly.
even now you are laying yourself liz
BILE to serious prosecution for threaten
ing 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
Ter, 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.
ooh, you're no loser" said Craig,
turning on him. "There was nothing to
your credit"
II 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.
"It's gone-every cent Of it," he said.
ut 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.
eyes, 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?"
mo, but some Of my clients are, and
I'm ready to stand any expense to
| catch the thief"
"Well, I'll see you In minute, and
we'll heat all the wires out Of town.
| Ill see you in minute"