Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-07-18

OF Killing woman-child. for she KEPT
between their guns and her two COM
panions. trying to cover and shield the
latter with her frail body.
Shoot. Iige" called Watts. "If we
fire from here Wen hit the girl. Shoot.
Wfiletts and Ross Schofield were sun
standing on the roof at the edge out
of the smoke, and both fired at the
same time. The fugitives did not turn.
They kept on running. and they had
nearly reached the other side of the
field when s. denly, without any pre-
monitory gesture the elLer Skillet
| dropped fat on his face. The Cross
| readers stood by each other that day
| for four or five men ran out of the
nearest shanty into the open. lifted the
| PROSTATE figure from the ground and
| began to carry it back with them. But
| Skillet was alive. His curses were
| heard above all other sounds. Llge
| and Schofield fired again, and one OF
| the rescuers staggered. Ne "theleSs
as the two men slid down from the roof
the burdened Crossroaders were seen
| to break into a run, and at that WIN
another yell, fiercer wilder. more JOY
Gus than the first, the Plattville men
| followed.
The yell rang loudly in the ears OF
old Will1erson. who had remained back
| In the road. and at the same instant
he heard another shout behind him.
He had not shared in the attack; but,
greatly preoccupied with his own his
trionic affairs, was proceeding alone
up the pike, except for the unhappy
yellow mOngrel still dragged along by
the rope, and alternating, as was his
natural wont, from one fence to the
other, crouching behind every bush to
fire an imaginary rifle at the dog and
then springing out with triumphant
bellowings to fall prone upon the terri
fed animal 1t was after one of these
victories that a 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 horse dash by him. a big, black
horse whose polished TANKS were drip
ping with lather Warren Smith was
the rider He was waving a 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
rups and waved the paper over his
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 a 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 catacomb.
"StOpv' he Numbered "Stop,"
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 satirical
response; then, fourishing the paper
he roared again: "Stop! A mistake
have news. Stop, say! Horner has
got themr'
To make himself heard over that
tempestuous advance was a feat; for
lately been derided, to interest the pur-
suers at such a moment enough to
make them listen-to find the word
was a greater, and by the word and
by 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 a matter of
duty, because he had given that up be-
fore the mob left Plattville. Indeed, it
was a question if at the last he had
not tacitly approved, and no one feared
! indictments for the days work. 1t
would do no harm to listen to what be
had to say The work could wait. II
> would keep for five minutes. They
l began to gather around him, excited
flushed, perspiring and smelling of
smoke. Hartley Bowlder, won by
l Lige's desperation and intrepidity, was
helping the latter tie up his head. Nc
one else was hurt.
what is it," they clamored impa-
tiently 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 decrepif
, Businesses and held their fire. Mean
- while the flames cracked cheerfully
: in Plattville ears. No matter what ths
: prosecutor had to say, at least the ski
Il lett saloon and homestead were gone
" and Bob Skillet and one other would
be sick enough to be good for awhile.
> Continued neat aCeek.
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