Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-05
HOT Time FOR FERDIE EARLE
VILLAGERS OF MONROE, N. r,
HANDLED ARTIST ROUGHLY.
Emphatic and Forcible Expression of
Disapprova1 of His Little Divorce
Plan With Wife.

NEW YORK, September 5.-Ferdinand
Penney Earle, the artist who sent his wife
to France, her old home to secure a d.
vorce, SO that he might marry another
woman, received a sorry welcome when he
returned to his home in Monroe, N. Y,
last night after bidding his wife farewell
at the steamer, according to advices re-
ceived here today. Earle was met by a
crowd of villagers as he stepped from the
train, who at first insulted and hooted him
and then pulled him from his carriage
and dragged him through the mud of the
village streets.
Earle courageously faced his tormentors,
exhorted the crowd in an attempt to vindi-
cate himself, and then goaded for an in
slant by the insults of the people, he seized
his carriage whip and slashed at the crowd.
A man snatched the whip from his hand
and, bystanders' state, struck the artist a
singing blow. Further trouble was pre-
vented by the appearance of officers who
forced Earle to drive to his home though
he persistently tried to explain his views
to the angry crowd.
Earle reached Monroe at 7:3O o'clock
Rain was falling in sheets, but the artist,
carelessly dressed, stepped out in the rain.
A crowd was there, and the people jeered
him. but the artist, who had passed through
a similar experience at the steamship pier
earlier in the day. said nothing. He walked
store to wait for his buggy, which had
been summoned. The newspaper men and
part of the crowd followed him. While
talking to the reporters members of the
crowd again began to make jeering re-
marks.
Thrown From His Buggy.
Others cried Get a rope" Tar and
feather him. AS the people assumed a
threatening attitude Earle went out to his
hI,cy rr-Ii oh
jumped in and started his horse at a gall
lop. Several persons We're thrown down by
the sudden start of the vehicle, and this
seemed to increase the anger of the mob.
which made after Inc carriage, and, CATCH
ing 1t. turned the vehicle on it's side.
Earle was thrown into the muddy road.
He picked himself up, but made no further
move. Whether he simply did not know
what to do, or whether he welcomed the
opportunity to pose as a martyr for his
ideas, he made strong picture as he stood
bareheaded, In the rain facing ever
widening circle of people around him.
Several men ran out of the circle and
struck at him. Then Earle used his whip
Three of the attackers went down. but one
managed to seize the whip and slashed the
artist across the face.
Crowd Cried Enough"
This seemed to satisfy the crowd. for
there were cries of That's enough" VII
laSe IreSldent PuIletord and several Of1-
GERS here appeared upon the scene and
Earle was told to get into his buggy, which
had been righted, and drive away.
Il am willing to explain my position
called out the artist. but the officers in
sisted that he drive on. and Earle, who had
shown splendid courage throughout the try
ing ordeal, finally did so, moving slowly.
The crowd broke up into small groups
after that and stood about the streets for
a long while discussing the incidents of the
night and the artists strange domestic
story.