Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-28

fed animal. 1t was after one Of these
victories that q shout of warning was
raised behind him, and Mr.. Wilkerson,
by grace of the god BacchuS, rolling
out of the way in time to save his life,
saw a horse dash by him, a big. black
horse whose polished TANKS were drip
ping with lather. Warren Smith was
the rider He was waving slip of yell
low paper high in the air.
| He rode up the slope and drew rein
beyond the burning buildings just
ahead of those foremost in the pursuit.
! He threw his horse across the road to
oppose their progress. rose in his STIR
1 rups and waved the paper over bis
/ head Stop he roared. "Give me
one minute! Stop!' He had a grand
voice, and he was known in many
| parts of the state for the great bass
roar with which he startled his juries.
| To be heard at distance most men
! lift the pitch Of their voice. Smith
| lowered his an octave or two, and the
result was like an earthquake playing
| an organ in a catacomb.
! "Stop!" he Numbered "Stopv
In answer one of the flying Cross
readers turned and sent bullet whis-
| Ting close to him. The lawyer paused
| long enough to bow deeply in satirfcal
response; then. flourishing the paper,
he reared again: stop! A mistake!
have news! Stop, say! Horner has
got them
| To make himself heard over that
| tempestuous advance was a feat; for
! him, moreover, whose counsels had SO
lately been derided, to interest the pur-
| suers at such moment enough to
make them listen-to find the word
, was a greater, and by the word and
| by gestures at once vehemently Inn
perious and imploring to stop them
was still greater. But he did it. He
had come at just the moment before
the moment that would have been too
| late. They all heard him. They all
knew, too. that he was not trying to
save the Crossroads as a matter Of
duty, because he had given that up be-
| fore the mob left Plattyille. Indeed, it
not tacitly approved, and no one feared
/ indictments for the days work. 1t
| would do no harm to listen to what he
had to say. The work could wait. 1t
| would keep" for five minutes. They
began to gather around him, excited,
flushed, perspiring and smelling of
smoke Hartley Bowlder, won by
Lige's desperation and intrepidity, was
helping the latter tie up his head. No
one else was hurt.
what is it?" they clamored impa-
tiently. SPEAK quick" There was
another harmless shot from fugitive,
| and then the Crossroaders, diyining
that the diversion was in their favor,
secured themselves in their decrepit
Businesses and held their fire. Mean
while the flames cracked cheerfully
In Plattville ears No matter what the
prosecutor had to say, at least the Skill
lett saloon and homestead were gone.
and Bob Skillet and one other would
be sick enough to be good for awhile
LISTEN cried Warren Smith, and,
rising in his stirrups again, read the
missive in his hand, Western Union
telegraph form. Warren Smith, Platt-
ville," was the direction.
Found both shell men. Police familiar
with both. and both wanted here. One
arrested at noon in secondhand clothes
store wearing Harkless' hat; also trying
to dispose torn full dress coat known to
have been worn by Harkless last night.
Stains on lining believed blood. Second man
found later at freight yards In empty
| lumber car left Plhttville p. m. badly
hurt, shot and bruised. Supposed Hark-
less made hard fight. Hurt man taken to
hospital unconscious. VIII die. Other
man refuses to talk so far. Check any
movement Crossroads. This clears Skill
lett, etc. Come over on 9:l5 accommoda-
ton.
The telegram was signed by Horner,
the sheriff, and by Barrett the super
intendent Of police at Rouen.
Its an mistake, boys" the lawyer
said as he handed the paper to Watts
and Parlser Cor Inspection "The ladies