Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-09-30

! dough. standish! standish! We
want"
Then pandemonium broke loose.
| Hundreds of voices caught up the
rhythmic refrain, while hundreds
more shrieked "Fake!" and counter
rhythm arose of
Fake. Fake! Fake! Fake.
FAKE!"
Standish, abandoning all present
hope of making the audience under
stand that the shrill-voiced man was
a hireling of Conovers and that the
whole affair was gigantic, well-re-
hearsed trick, turned to face the
group on the platform. But there, at
glance, read in a dozen pairs of
eyes suspicion, contempt disgust.
"Im sorry, Mr.. Standish," sneered
the little mayor, that your friends
are over-zealous in earning their"
do you mean that you-that any.
body-can believe such an absurd
ity?" cried Standish. Cant you
seq"
II can only see," said the mayor,
rising, that / have evidently misun-
derstood the purpose and nature Of
this meeting. Good night"
To Clive's horror the little dignitary
walked off the stage, followed by two
thirds of those who had sat there with
him. The majority of the boxes oc.
cupants followed suit. The few who
remained on the platform did so. to
Judge from their expression, more
from interest in the outcome Of the
riotous audiences antics than through
any faith in Give. For by this time
the erstwhile orderly place was in full
riot. Individual fights and tussles
were waging here and there. Men
were shouting aimlessly. Women
were screaming. People were hurry
ing in jostling confused mass up
the aisles toward the exits, while 9TH
ers beloved to them to sit still or
move faster. And through all (both
factions of shouters having united in
common slogan) rang to an accom-
paniment of smashing chairs and
pounding feet that endless metrical
refrain Of
Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake!
FAKE!"
Standish, Ansel at his side, was once
more at the platforms edge, striving
in vain to send his mighty voice
through the cataract of noise. One
tough, in the pure Joy Of living a2d
rioting, had climbed over the rail Of
| hny-tho
| occupied and, throwing an arm about
the neck of young girl, sitting there
with an elderly man and woman, tried
| to kiss her. The girl screamed. Her
| elderly escort thrust the rowdy back
ward, and the latter, his insecure bal
ance on the box-rail destroyed, tum-
bled down among the orchestra chairs.
The scene was greeted with howl Of
delight from kindred spirits.
The youth scrambled to his feet
and, Joined by half dozen intimates,
once more swarmed up the side OF
the box. The girl shrank back, and
futilely tugged at the closed box door.
which had become jammed. The old
man, quivering with senile fury,
|
pied the foremost assailant. He was
brushed aside and, amid hurricane
of laughter from the paid phalanx in
the gallery. the group of half-drunk,
wholly-inspired young brutes clustered
across the box rail. The whole incl
dent had not occupied five seconds.
| Yet 1t had served to draw the multi
divided attention of the mob and the
rest of the escaping audience to that
| particular and new point of interest.
And now, dozens of the tougher ele-
ment, seeing a prospect of better
sport than mere campaign row. ell
bowed their way to the spot.
The girls cry and that of the wo-
man with her had barely reached the
stage when Give Standish, with ono
tremendous spring, had cleared the
six-foot distance between footlights
and box. There was a confused,
whirling, cursing mass Of bodies and
arms. Then the whole group rolled
outward over the rail.
Before they had fairly touched
ground Give was on his feet, the GEN.
ire of a surprised but bellicose swirl
of opponents who were nothing loath
to change their plan of batting a we'll
dressed girl into the more thrilling
pastime of beating well-dressed
candidate.
AS the score of toughs rushed him,
Give had barely time to get his back
into the shallow angle between the
bulging outer bases of the two prosce-
him.
Hitting clean and straight and with
the speed and unerring deadliness of
the trained heavyweight boxer, Give
for the moment held his own. There
| Mas M nuastiQn Of qua rdinq Ia ra.