The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-06-20

Come; get out a horse as quick as you
can and go with me TO the jail If
get you in there they'll have to pass
over my dead body to get you out"
1t may be 1t was these stirring words
that fixed the picture of Sheriff John
Winslow on Phoebe Emery's mind
go with him." cried Mrs. Emery,
terror stricken.
go with him. papap cried Phoebe.
II reckon you're right. sheriff." said
Emery. And. making a dash for the
barn, he saddled horse. and. en-
bracing his wife and children. who
had followed him. he mounted, and
the two men gall0ped away Before
their horses hoof beats had died in the
distance others were heard coming
from an opposite direction. and in a
few minutes an excited mob surround
ed the house
"Whars Emery?" cried the leader to
the wife. whose children chung to her
in terror.
Hes not here. What do you want
with him"
Not here? Wen find out whether
he's here or not" And half dozen
of the party. throwing themselves off
their horses. entered the house and
ransacked it.
1.-THE bird has fown.2 said the lead
err Like enough Jack Winslow has
warned him"
but Jack wouldn't let a man under
charge of murder go" said another.
"More'n likely he's taken Emery to
Jail to keep him from u.s. If he has
you might as well let the law take its
course. The sheriff amt going to give
him up-that is. Jack will die before
he'll let any of his prisoners be taken
away from him."
'He will, EN- exclaimed the leader.
''Then there'lI be two funerals. Come
on. boys, TO the jailr
What a night for the Emery family!
Only the younger ones slept Neither
Mrs. Emery nor Phoebe closed their
eyes. The mother moaned and cried
out from time to time: They've taken
him from the jail. He's swinging!
know he is! Oh. heavens. l shall go
madv'
Mother. didn't you hear the sheriff
say that they'd have to kill him tooT
ooh. don't talk to me. Your father
Is dead-hanged for a murder he never
committed. / was only afraid that
Armstrong would kill him. Armstrong
was bad mana horrid man. What
shall I do? What shall dor'
All night the little girl strove to
keep up ray Of hope in her mother,
and when day dawned the child had
left childhood. From that night she
acted the part of woman.
1t was about O'Clock in the morn
ing that Cyrus Crowfeet rode up to
the cabin. Phoebe saw him coming
and went out to meet him that she
might beg him to break any bad news
he might have gently to her mother.
But Mrs. Emery followed her. wildly
crying:
is it all over? Have they killed
him? Tell me quickI''
II have come to let you know. Mrs.
Emery. that the sheriff concluded not
to stop at the Jail. but kept right on.
The mob. not finding them there. scat
tered, some Of them going to their
homes and few taking the road to
Marion. But l don't think they'll
catch EN-"
'sThank heaven" cried the woman.
clasping her hands fervently.
"Thank you for coming to tell us.
Mr.. Crowfeet," said Phoebe as the
man rode away.
The next appearance of Phoebe EN-
cry in this story is six years later.
She is eighteen years old, and nature
has. endowed her with face and fig
ure singularly attractive. Strong and
beautiful characters are often made
80 as much by environment as by he
redity. Phoebe's experience as a child
and her own inherent strength had de-
veloped her into very different per-
son from the average girl of eighteen.
The mob, disappointed in finding her
father and drunken with liquor. had re
turned and forced his wife and chill
dren out of their home by burning it.
But he had been saved to them, and
as soon as he could safely communi-
cate with them he had done so. Then
the real murderer of Armstrong turned
up. and a committee of citizens had
gone to Emery and invited him to re-
turn TO them But he declined.
Emery established himself In one of
those rapidly growing western towns
which throw off their childhood with
in a few years and become cities.
There his children were educated and
became accustomed to city ways and
manners. Phoebe became an accom-
plished girl and when she was nine
teen years old was the acknowledged
belle of her social circle.
One evening at a ball Miss Emery
was standing in the center Of a group