The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1907-05-23

! his words were impressive. But .
voice interrupted him.
That's enough, parson. You've
done your duty and cow we'll do ours,
! Get to work. lads"
There was a rear from the crowd,
but the young pastor was undaun'ei.
| As his voice arose again the rufian in
the van tried to howl him down.
Quit your yawp." he shouted.
You've had your say. Come on.
lads"
The stout man had been leaning for
ward, his eyes on the mob. Now he
! suddenly leapel from the steps and
struck the noisy fellow a swift blow
/ across the mouth with his orea hand.
Take that. you loafer." he rDared,
and snatched from the fellows hand
z stout cudge!. and hercely menacel
the mob. You scam" he cried.
you've heard the parson-now listen
70 re. There are two men here,
standing shoulder to shoulder for or
der and decency. They're not going
TO let you get into this Jail without
a fght-and somebody will get hurt.
I'm good for any half dozen Of you
myself Now get 20 your homes be-
fore It's too late"
He leaped back to the pastors side.
the cudgel in his hand his eyes blaE-
ing.
For a moment the mob was still.
Then a hoarse voice shouted XIII
him" and a stone thrown from the
outskirts Of the crowd grazed the stout
mans forehead. Another missile few
by him and struck the jail door. There
was forward movement of the mob.
But TIE stout man leaped forward
again and caught hold Of the ring
leader whom he had silenced. The
fellow was wiping his bleeding mouth
in a dazed fashion. The stout man
caught him around the waist and lift
ing him quickly flung him on 10 the
upper step. Then he followed him
and help him up so that he formed
sort Of shield for the pastor and him.
self.
Nov fling your stones" he roared.
Here's yoru own target for you.
Bring on your battering ram. But III
promise you it will go hard with this
big lcafer If you try any OF your COW.
ardly games"
Smash him. Sam" screamed a
shrill voice in the midst Of the mob.
Yes. Sam. smash him" said the
stout man. He was behind the ring.
leader, holding him by the wrist.
Sam couldn't be mere helpless If be
was baby, could you, SAM
There was confusion in the mob.
Here was an unexpected opposition.
The stout man noted their hesi,a-
ton.
Tell them to 90 home he hoersely
whispered in the r!nsleader's ear, and
the request YVES followed by a sig1if-
cant twist of the prisoned wrist,
Go home, boys, so home" roarel
the helpless leader.
once more" demanded the stout
man.
Go home, boys, go home
The mob wavered-and just them Il
horses hoofs were heard in the dis
lance.
The sheriff" murmured the pastor.
THE sheriff" repeated a half dozen
voices.
The rider came nearer The mob
suddenly turned and fed.
Less than a week later the sick boy
quietly fell asleep and the little town
had seldom seen larger funeral. All
the PASTORS flock was there, and the
lowers were many and beautiful. The
lad was laid away on the sunny hill
side of the old cemetery.
You've been very kind to me, and
TO the boy, parson." said the stout
man as he stood on the station plat
form and waited for the train that was
to bear him away. I'm afraid / may
have said something that Jared on
your feelings. and I'm sorry for It.
The pastor smiled and said: Eve
learned to Judge you by your deeds,
not your words"
The stout man flushed.
The show will be at Cclebroek the
early part Of the coming season." he
said, and looked hard at the pastor.
Let me know when it will be
there" the latter stoutly said, land
will come over to see it."
The stout man wrng the pastors
hand.
"Good-by," he cried.-W. p. Rose.
in Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Bringing in the Bears Head.