News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-10-14

then, with 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 withou 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 a 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, a 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-
hence, stood calmly facing them.
whats all this mean?" he asked
81 came here for protection" whined
Craig, to my own church and people.
This mob wants TO kill nectar 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 S alb
seconded with ell the money in my
vault. These people want me to give
up what haven't got Oh, God knows
/ would refund every cent if l had itn'
you shall have our protection" said
the minister calmly. "They won't vic.
ate the sacrcdness 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 a 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 thatv'
1.-The law is your only recourse Mr..
Do ~ nhn lrnlx
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
you"
The words told on the mob, many of
them being only small depostors, 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"
Il know that" whispered Miller, but
as attorney for the Bishops | have
right to ask if their money is safe"
The eyes of the banker went to the
ground.
Its gone-every cent of it," he said.
"It 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.
as 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?"
''No, but some of my clients are, and
I'm ready to stand any expense to
catch the thief"
"Well, I'll see you in a minute, and
Wen heat all the wires out of town.
Ill see you in minute"
ITO be continued
~