Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-09
recognized name went echoing out
through the dingy corridors to the mob

through the dingy corridors to the mob
beyond
Larubio. the cobbIer, had attempted a
daring ruse- The firing had ceased when
up out of that limp and sodden heap he
rose. his gray hair matted, his garments
against his chest and killed him quickly.
Nine men had died by now and only
two remained-Normando and Maruffi
The former was found shortly, where he
had squeezed himself into a dog kennel
which stood under the stairs. but the
vigilantes, it seemed. had had enough Of
slaughter. SO he was rushed into the
street, where the crowd tore him to
pieces as wolves rend rabbit Even his
garments were ripped to rags and dis
tributed as CHASTITY souvenirs.
Norvin Blake had been a witness to
only part of this brutality, but what
he had seen had sickened him and had
increased his determination to find, Gino
Cress He shared not at all in the san
culinary exaltation which possessed his
fellow -townsmen: instead he longed for
the end and hoped he would be able to
forget what he had seen. He would have
fled but for his feap Of what might hap
pen to the Cressi boy. Corridor after cor
rdor he searched. peering into cells,
under cots, into corners and crannies,
while through the cavernous old building
the other hunters stormed. He was hard
pressed to keep ahead of them, and when
at his heels.
They came upon him with the lad
cinging to his knees and a shout went
up
Here's the Cressi kid. He gave the
signal: let him have it,
But NOrVin turned upon them, saying:
You can't kill this boy
Step aside. Blake ordered a red
faced man, raising and cooking his
weapon.
Norvin seized the rifle barrel and turned
it aside roughly-the two stared at each
other with angry eyes
Hes only a baby, don't you under
stand? Good God: You have children of
your own
"I-I-'' The fellow hesitated. $50
he is. Damnation! What has come over
me?" He lowered his gun and turned
against the others who were clamoring
behind him. This is-awful," he MUIR
INJURED. shakingly. when the crowd had
passed on. I've done all l intend to-
He flung the rife from him with a ges-
ture of repugnance and went out of the
cell.
Norvin continued to stand guard over
his charge. while the search for Maruffi
went on, for he dared not trust these
men. who had gone mad. Thus he did
not learn that his arch-enemy had been
taken until he saw him rushed past in
the hands of his captors. Caesar had
fought as best he could against over
whelming odds and continued to resist
now in a blind fury, but a rope was
about his neck at the end of which were
a dozen running men; a dozen gun butts
hustled him on his way to the open air.
Blake closed the cell door upon Gino
Cressi and followed, drawn by a mag
netic force he could not resist.
The main gate of the prison opened be-
fore the rush Of that tangled. growing
handful Of men, and they swept straight
out into the turmoil that filled the
streets. An instant later Maruffi was be-
set by 5000 maniacs; he was kicked. he
was beaten, he was spit upon, he was
ity. His progress to the gallows was a
short but terrible one. marked by a
series of violent whirlpools which set
through that river of people. The up
roar was deafening: spectators screamed
hoarsely. but did not hear their voices.
From where Blake paused beside the