The evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1907-1908, 1907-09-05
MOBBED
O CASTING
OFF WIFE
Villagers HOOt Him
and lie Starts Trouble
by Using His Whip.

NEW YORK, SPIT. 5.-Ferdinand PEN
ney Earle. the artist, who sent his wife
to France, her old home, to secure a
divorce SO that he might marry an
other woman, received a sorry welcome
when he returned to his home In Mon
roe, N. Y, last night. after bidding his
wife farewell at the steamer, according
to advices received here today.
Earle was met by a crowd of vii
layers as he stepped from tie 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 c-ourageously
faced his tormentors. exhorted the
crowd in an attempt to vindicate him
self, and then. goaded for an instant 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 struck the artist a singing
blow. Further trouble was prevented
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 1870 o'clock.
Rain was falling in sheets, but the ar
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the rain. A crowd was there. and the
people jeered him, but the artist, who
had passed through a similar exper-
fence at the steamship pier earlier in
the day, said nothing. He walked
across the street and entered a drug
store to wait for his buggy, which had
been summoned, The newspapermen
and part of the crowd followed him.
While talking to the reporters members
of the CROWD again began TO make
jeering remarks.
Others cried Get a rope!" Tar and
feather himi" As the people assumed
a threatening attitude Earle went out
to his buggy, which meanwhile had
arrived. jumped in and started his
horse at a gallop. Several persons
were thrown down by the sudden start
of the vehicle. and this seemed to in
crease the anger of the mob, which
made after the Carriage, and, catch
ing it, turned the vehicle on its 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 a
SLfODS picture DIS he SiOOui D~dIGIlcdQSus
in the rain, facing an overwhelming
circle of people around him.
Several men ran out Of the circle
and struck at him. Then Earle piled
his whip. Three of the attackers
went down, but managed to seize
the whip and slashed the artist across
the face.
This seemed to satisfy the crowd,
for there were cries of That's
enough" Village President Pulleford
and several officers here appeared
upon the scene, and Earle was told to
get into his buggy, which had been
righted, and drive away.
II am willing to explain my posi-
| tion,' called out the artist, but the
officers insisted that he drive on, and
Earle, who had shown splendid cour-
age throughout the trying 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 Incl
dents of the night and h artists
strange domestic story.