The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-04-14
ION: THURSDAY, APRIL l4. 1904

p the road, and at the same instant
ne heard another shout behind him
he mad not shared in the attack: but.
greatly preoccupied with his own his
trlomc affairs, was proceeding alone
up the pike, except for the unhapnv
yellow mongrel still dragged along by
the rope, and alternating, as was his
natural wont, from one fence to the
otner, crouchlng behind every bush to
nre an imaginary rifle at the dog and
then springing out with triumnhant
bellowings to fall prone upon the terri
hed animal. It was after one Of these
VICTORIES that shout of warning was
raised behind him, and Mr.. Wilkerson
oy grace of the god Bacchus, rolling
out OF the way in time to save his life.
saw horse dash by him, a big. black
morse whose polished tanks were drin.
ping with lather. Warren Smith was
the rider. He was waving slim of VOL
low paper high in the air.
He rode up the slope and drew rein
beyond the burning buildings lust
ahead OF those foremost in the nursuit
be threw his horse across the road tn
oppose their progress, rose in his stir
rups and waved the paper over his
head. "Stop" he roared. "Giye me
one minute! Stopv' 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 iuries
10 be heard at distance most men
ll1t the pitch Of their voice. Smith
lowered his an octave or two. and tho
result was like an earthquake playing
an organ in catacomb.
Stop! he thundered. "Stopv'
IN answer one of the flying Cross
roaders turned and sent bullet whis-
Jung close to him. The lawyer paused
long enough to bow deeply in satirical
response; then, Furnishing the paner.
he roared again: "Stop! A mistake!
l have news! Stop, say! Homer has
got themv'
10 make himself heard over that
tempestuous advance was a feat: for
MIN, moreover, whose counsels had so
lately been derided, to interest the DUR
suers at such a moment enough to
make them listen-to find the word
was a greater, and by the word and
Dy gestures at once vehemently i'm
perious and imploring to stop them
was a 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 matter of
duty, because he had given that up be-
fore the mob left Plattville Indeed, it
was question if at the last he had
not tacitly approved, and no one feared
indictments for the days work. It
would do no harm to listen to what he
had to say. The work could wait. It
would keep" for five minutes. They
began to gather around him, excited,
flushed, perspiring and smelling of
smoke. Hartley Bowlder, won by
L1ge's desperation and intrepidity, was
helping the latter tie up his head. No
one else was hurt
what is it?" they clamored impa-
tently. "Speak quickv' There was
another harmless shot from a fugitive,
and then the Crossroaders, divining
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