The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1915-04-30
CHAPTER xII--Continued.


AS for Deborah, sire had shrunk out
OF sight at his approach, but as soon
as he had ridden Of she looked eager
~ for a taxicab to carry her In his
wake. She could 1ot let him ride that
mile alone. She was still fearful for
him, though the mass Of people about
her was rapidly dissolving away. and
the streets growing clear.
She can see his carriage now. Held
up for a moment by the crowd, 1t has
broken through, and is rolling quickly
towards Ostrander lane. But the mob
Is following. and she is yet far be-
hind.
Shouting to the the chauffeur to
the cab adds it raucous note to the
turmoil! They have dashed through
one group-they are dashing through
another-naught can withstand an on
rushing automobile. She catches
glimpses Of raised arms threatening
retaliation; Of eager. stolid. uncertain
and furious faces-and her breath held
back during that one instant OF wild
passage rushes pantingly forth again.
Ostrander lane is within sight. II
only they can reach it-if only they
can cross It! But they cannot with
out sowing death In their track. No
scattered groups here, the mob fills
the corner. 1t is packed close as a
wall. Brought up against 1t, the mo-
tor necessarily ONE to a standstill.
She will have to wait until the
crowd sways apart. allowing her to
All. there, some heads are moving
now! She catches n glimpse ahead
of her, and see-What does she see?
The noble but shrunk figure Of the
Judge drawn up before his gate. His
lips are moving, but no sound issues
from them; a change passes like D..
stroke of lightning over the surgin
mass. Some one shouts out Coward"
another, Traitor" and the lifted head
falls, the moving lips cease from theiI
efforts and in place of the great per
sonality which filled their eyes a mo
ment before, they see a man en-
trapped, waking to the horror Of a sud
den death in life for which no vision!
O. the day, no dreams of the night. hat
baen able to prepare him.
1t was a sight to waken pity. not de
rision. But these people had gathere'
here in a bitter mood and their rance
had but scented the prey. Calls O
"Oliver!" and such threats as "Yo1
saved him at a poor mans expense
but we'll have him yet, we'll have hir
yeti" began to rise about him; follow
ed by endless repetitions Of the nam
from near and far: "Oliver! Oliver!
Oliver! His own lips seemed to n
echo the word. Then like a lion bate
beyond his patience the Judge LITE
mis- head and faced them all with
fiery intensity which for the momer
made him a terrible figure to conten
plate.
Let no one utter that name to n
here!" shot from his lips In tones
~unspeakable menace and powe
"Snare me that name. or the curse
INV stuined life be upon you. | ca
bear no more today"
The cry arose again. ON'er' "
ver, The sons Of the rich go fire.
hut ours have to hang!"
At which he gave them one sta
and fell back against the door.
welded and a woman's arms receive
him. The gentle Reuther in that no
Of dire extremity. showed hers'
stronger than her mother VINO n
fallen in a faint amid the crowd.
To n who swoons but seldom t
moment Of returning consciousness
often fraught with great pain d
sometimes with ~unimaginabie norr
II was such to Deborah; the pain d
horror holding her till her eyes,
.eustomed to realities again. saw IN )
angel face which floated before !
vision amid q swarm OF mas
the sweet ard solicitous counteha'
of Reuther. =.
Reuther, taking her mothers hs
IN hers, said softly:
II knew you were not seriously
only frightened by the crowd ana ~
~enselass shoutings. Don't THINK y
~..o dear mother. Inc peo