Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-11-22

moment. he stood listening to their
talk, and then at the first pause, inccr-
posed without ceremony.
Tell me-what is being done?"
O'Nen. who had not seemed to note
his approach answered without a hint
OF surprise at the interruption:
I'VE are dragging the city
'Of course. Have you arrested La
rubio. the Cobbler2"
MOI Both men turned TO Blake
now with concentrated attention.
Then don't lose "A moments time.
Arrest all his friends and associates.
Look for a man i'm 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. 1 think he must have been
their picket, at any rate he KNOWS
something"
The assistant superintendent noted
these directions and listened impassive-
" while Norvin poured forth his story
Of the murder. Before il was fairly
concluded he was summoned elsewhere,
and turning away abruptly, he left tne
room, like a man who knows he must
think of but one thing at a time. The
young man, wiping his face with I'M
certain hand, turned to the mayor
Dan was the second friend I've seen
like to do something"
Wen need your help, If it was real
Iy the dagoes"
what? There's no doubt on chat
score. Donnelly was warned"
We'll, We ought TO have them under
arrest in short order"
And then what? They've probaDly
arranged their alibis long ago. Inc
fellows who did the shooting are not
.to opaS either We must get
the leaders"
Exactly. O'NeiI understands
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
people. Awaken the city. Create an
uprising of the law-ab ding. Strip the
courts of their red tape and adInlnlsTer
Justice with a rope Hang the guilty
ones at once, before delay robs their
execution of it's effect, and before there
is time to breed doubts and dlstrust
in the minds of the people.
You mean in plain words-lynch
them?" -,
well. what of thatg It's the only"
But. my dear young man, the Law
ooh. know what you're going to
say, we'll enough, yet there are times
when mob-law is justified. II THESE
men are not destroyed quickly they
will live to laugh at our laws and our
scheme of Justice. We must strike ter
ror into the heart of every foreign
born criminal; we must clean the city
with fire, unless we wish to see our
institutions become a mockery ana our
community overridden by band OF
cutthroats The killing of Dan Donnel-
ly is more than mere murder; II IS
an attack on our civilization.
you are carried away by your per-
sonal feelings"
1T think not. If this thing runs
through the regular channels, what VIII
happen? You know how hard 1t is to
convict those people. We must fight
fire with fire."
personally, 1 agree with good deal
you say; officially. of course, l can
90 so far. You say you want to help.
Will you assume a large responsibility
Will you take the lead in the popular
government to help the enforcement OF
the law-orgarize a committeeT
eff you think I am the right manE
Good. Understand" the mayor spoke
with rather more force than conviction
Eve must have no lynchings; but l be-
lieve the police win need help in the
search and I think you are the man to
stir up the public conscience and Sc
cure that aid. If you can help in ap-
that the courts do their part. can trust
you in so delicate matter where 1
couldn't trust-some others"
ONen appeared at that moment with
two strong objects in his hands.
See what we've just found on the
Basin street banquette?"
He displayed a pair of sawed-off shot
guns, the stocks of which were hinged
in such a manner that the weapons could
be doubled into a length of perhaps
eighteen inches and thus be concealed
upon the person. Blake examined them
with mingled feelings. Having seen the
body of the chief ripped and torn in
twenty places by buckshot, slugs and
scraps of iron, he had tried to imagine
what sort of firearms had been used.
Now he knew and he began to wonder
whether death would come to him in
the same ugly form.
Have you sent for Larubio?" he
asked
THE men are just leaving"
"PH go with them"
O'Neil intercepted the officer at the
door, and a moment later Norvin was
hurrying with them towards Girod
street. Mechanically his mind began to
review the events leading up to the
murder, dwelling on each detail with
painful and fruitless persistence. He re-
pictured the scene that his eye had so
swiftly and so carelessly recorded; he
saw again the dark shed, the dumb
group of figures idling beneath it. the
open door and the flood Of yellow light
behind. But when he strove to re-
call a single face or form, or even the
precise number of persons, he was at a
loss. Nothing stood out distinctly but
the bearded face of Larubio, the sill
houette of a man in a cleaning rubber
coat, and, a moment later a slim strip
ling boy, crouched in the shadows near
the corner.
AS the party turned into Girod street,
he saw by the first streaks of dawn
that the curious had already begun to
assemble. A dozen or more men were
morbidly examining the scene, re-enact-
ing the assassination and tracing the
course of bullets by the holes in wall
and fence-no difficult matter since the
ground where Donnelly had given battle
had been swept by a fusillade.
Larubios shop was dark.
The officers tried the door quietly,
then at a signal from Norvin they
rushed it. The next instant the three
men found themselves in an evil-smell-
ing room furnished with bench, some
broken chairs, a Sitter of tools and
shoes and leather findings. 1t was
untenanted, but seeing another door
ahead of him, Blake stumbled towards
it over the debris. Like the outer door
il was barred, but yielded to his Shout