The evening times., 1911-08-21

Women and Children There.
Il ran along, too, and the fire SEEM
ed to grow bigger as we came nearer.
Always in front, far in front, was
the body OF the negro being hauled
along.
"Oh, there were three or four thou
sand people in that mob. The men
screamed and yelled, threw their hats
In the air as We raced along.
women were there. Yes there were
hundreds of them, all racing along.
Yes and little children. Alone, in
couples and dragged along by their
mothers hands, they all ran toward
that glow, that was now bright glare
ahead.
Il ran and stumbled, and many
times l fell, but my friend jerked me
to my feet again, for the crowd hurry
ing along behind would have trampled
Inc. Their feet made a steady rumble
on the beaten road. There were many
OF them. l was afraid to go on, l
feared to turn back, and the fascina-
tion of that fire drew me on.
Fascinated by Fire.
THE fire they had built on a field,
and l stood near it in the road.
Crash! Crash! Snap! They tore
fence rails off and piled them on the
fire. could not see the negro. NO,
could not see him. for the figures of
the men who had him in their clutches
danced before the Pickering fire that
jumped high into the air.
THE red glow of that fire made the
masks of some of them seem blood
red. The smoke choked me and the
roar of the flames was deep.
"The shrieks of the crowd were
piercing.
"They screamed like madmen, and
they looked like demons as they
danced and ran about in the light of
the fire. No, | did not recognize
them. | could not tell who they were
Oh! the noise of those people made
me afraid, yet l could not leave.
"And then they threw him OH the
fire.
Smelled Burning Flesh.
Right into it, down on top of the
flames. And he moaned.
"The little children, mere babies
they were, squeezed their way in be-
tween the people that We're around
about me, and pushed and wriggled
their way to the front.
"One- little girl sat down in the
road and cried.
"The wind, it would blow the smoke
our way, and we would smell the
stencil of the burning.
Those terrible men, they screamed,
You killed a good policeman in
Coatesville last night, tonight you are
in the flames, and tomorrow night
you will be in hell
Il covered my face with my hands
and ran.
Everybody started to run, crying
Police, police, the police are COM
ing A huge automobile dashed up,
but it was only filled with young men.
The big headlights blinded us, We did
not know which way to turn.
"Then as We stood bewildered, the
young men, who seemed to cover the
machine, flung their arm into the air
and cheered.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for
Coatesville," they cried.
II don't know how got home. 1
just got there somehow. On the way
home a little boy gave me piece of
the negro's bone for souvenir.
"Dale Hadley was the man who told
the police he saw me at the lynching.
He said 1 was at the hospital, too. Oh,
no, was not there. We cut across
the quarry below the hospital, after
they had taken the negro out.
"When Policeman Nafe came for me
at the silk mill with the automobile I
asked them to let me go home first
and fix my hair. l teased them into
it, and they said, all right. Then l
got my opera cloak.
"The men in the station house asked
me all sorts of questions, and I was
terribly afraid. Dale Hadley laid q
piece of rope about foot long on the
table and told them it was part Of the
rope he had taken from the lynchine
as a souvenir"