Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-09-18
CHAPTER XIII.
The Blood of His Ancestors.

At the central station Norvin found a
great confusion. City officials and news
paper men were coming and going, tele-
phones were ringing. patrolmen and de-
tectives. summoned from their beds, were
reporting and receiving orders; yet all
this bustling activity affected him with a
kind of angry impatience. 1t seemed.
somehow, perfunctory and Inadequate: in
the intensity of his feeling he doubted
that any one else realized, as he did. the
full significance of what had occurred.
AS quickly as possible he made his way
to O'Neil, the assistant superintendent of
police, who was deep in consultation with
Mayor Wright. For a moment he stood
listening to their talk, and then. at the
first pause, interposed without ceremony:
Tell me-what is being done?"
O'Neil, who had not seemed to note his
approach, answered without hint OF
surprise at the interruptions:
1--WE are dragging the city,
"Of course. Have you arrested La
rubio, the cobbler?"
MOI Both men turned to Blake now
with concentrated attention.
''Then don't lost q moments time. Ar
rest all his friends and associates. Look
for a man in a rubber coat. I saw him
fire. There's a boy, too" he added, after
a moments pause, ''about fourteen years
old. He was hiding at the corner.
think he must have been their picket, at
any rate he knows something"
The assistant superintendent noted
these directions and listened impassively
while Norvin poured forth his story OF
the murder. Before it was fairly con-
cluded he was summoned elsewhere, and.
| turning away abruptly, he LETT the room,
like man who knows he must think OF
but one thing at time. The young man,
wiping his face with uncertain hand,
turned to the mayor.
"Dan was the second friend I've seen
murdered by these devils" he said; I'D
like to do something"
Wen need your help, if it really was
the dagoes."
What? There's no doubt on that
score. Donnelly was warned"
We'll, We ought to have them under
arrest in short ORDER
ranged their alibis long ago. The fel-
| lows who did the shooting are not the
only ones. either. We must get the
leaders"
But he'll fail, as Donnelly failed"
What would you have us do?"
Blake spoke excitedly. his emotions
finding a vent. do? I'd rouse the peo
pie. Awaken the city. Create an up
rising of the law-abiding Strip the
courts of their red tape and administer
| justice with a rope. Hang the guilty
ones at once before delay robs their exc
| cution of its effect. and before there IL
| time to breed doubts and distrust In the
minds Of the people,"
"You mean in plain words Lynch
| them?"
"Well, what of that? It's the only
| But, my dear young man, the law
ooh, know what you're going to say
well enough, Yet there are times wheI
mob law is justified. If these men ART
not destroyed quickly they will live t.
laugh at our laws and our scheme o
| justice. We must strike terror into TIT
heart Of every foreign-born criminal: WI
must clean the city with fire, unless W.
wish to see our institutions become {
mockery and our community overriddel
by a band Of cutthroats. The killing o
Dan Donneliy is more than a mere muir
der; it is an attack on our civilization.
| Go be continued tomorrow