Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-22

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pealing out to wake the countryside, a
rapid clang! clang clang! that struck
clear In to. the spine. The courthouse
| bell had tolled for the death Of Nor.
/ ton, Of Garfield, of Hendricks; had
rung JOY peals of peace after the war
and after political campaigns, but il
had rung as it was ringing now only
three times-once when Hibbard's mill
burned, once when Webb Lands killed
/ Sep Bardlocl1 and intrenched himself
| in the lumber yard and would not be
| taken until he was shot through and
through, and once when the Rouen ac-
commodation, crowded with children
and women and men, was wrecked
within twenty yards Of the station.
| Why was the bell ringing now! Men
and women, startled into wide wake
fulness, CROPPED to windows. No red
| mist hung over town or country. What
was it? The bell rang on. Its loud
alarm beat increasingly into mems
hearts and quickened their throbbing
to the rapid measure Of it's own. Vague
forms doomed in the cleaning. A horse,
madly ridden, splashed through the
town. There were shouts; voices called
boarsely; lamps began to CLEAN In the
windows; half clad people emerged
from their houses, men slapping their
braces on their shoulders as they ran
out Of doors; questions were shouted
into the dimness.
Then the news went over the town.
1t was cried from yard to yard, from
group to group, from gate to gate, and
reached the furthermost confines. Run
ners shouted 1t as they sped by, and
boys painted it, breathless; women with
loosened hair stumbled into darkling
chambers and faltered it out to new
Weakened sleepers, and pale girls, clutch
ing wraps at their threats, whispered
it across fences. The sick, tossing on
their hard beds, heard it. The bell
clamored it far and near; it spread over
the countryside, and it flew over the
wires to distant cities. The White Caps
had got Mr.. Harklessl
Lige Willetts had lost track Of him
out near Briscoe's, it was said, and had
come into town at midnight seeking
him. He had found Parker. the Herald
foreman and Ross Schotield, the type
setter, and Bud Tipworthy, the devil,
at work in the printing office, but no
sign of Harkless there or In the cot
tage. Together these had sought for
him and had reused others who had In
quired at every house where he might
have gone for shelter, and they had
heard nothing. They had watched for
his coming during the slackening Of
the storm. He had not come, and there
was no place he could have gone. He
was missing. Only one thing could
have happened.
They had reused up Warren Smith,
the prosecutor, and Horner, the sher-
iff, and Jared Wiley, the deputy. Will
liam Todd had rung the alarm. 1t was
agreed that the first thing to do was
to find him. After that there would
be trouble, it not before. 1t looked as
if there would be trouble before. The
men tramping up to the muddy square
in their shirt sleeves were bulgy about
the right hips, and when Homer Nbbs
Joined Columbus Lands at the hotel
corner and Lands saw that Homer
was carrying shotgun Landis went
back for his. A hastily sworn posss
galloped out Main street. Women and
children ran into neighbors' yards and
began to cry. Day was coming, and
as the light grew. men sN0Ce and SAY