Williams news., 1915-07-15
CHAPTER XII-continued.


 CHAPTER XIl-Continued.
 As for Deborah, she had shrunk out of sight at his approach, but as soon as he had ridden off she looked eager ly for a taxicab to carry her in his wake. She could not 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, it 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 hasten, the insistent honki hank! of the cab adds 1t 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 ana furious faces-and her breath held pack during that one instant of wild passage rushes pantingly forth again. Ostrander lane is within sight. If only they can reach tiff only they can cross it! But they cannot with out sowing death in their track. No scattered groups here, the mob fills the corner. It is packed close as wall Brought up against it, the mo- tor necessarily comes to standstill. She will have to wait until the crowd sways apart, allowing her to- An, there, some heads are moving now! She catches one 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 :. stroke of lightning over the surgin 7 mass. Some one shouts out "Cowardi" another, "Traitor!" and the lifted head falls, the moving lips cease from their 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 visions of the day. no dreams of the night, had been able to prepare him.
 It was sight to waken pity. not de- rision. But these people had gathered here in bitter mood and their rancor had but scented the prey. Calls of "Oliver!" and such threats as '.You saved him at poor mans expense, but we'll have him yet, we'll have him yeti" began to rise about him; follow ed by endless repetitions of the name from near and far: Oliver! Oliyer!"
 Oliver! His own lips seemed to re- echo the word. Then like a lion batted beyond his patience the judge lifted his head and faced them all with a fiery intensity which for the moment made him terrible figure to contem. plate.
 Let no one utter that name to me here!" shot from his lips in tones of unspeakable menace and power. Spare me that name, or the curse of my ruined life be upon you. can bear no more today"
 The cry arose again: Oliver! Oli- yer! The sons of the rich go free. but ours have to hang!"
 At which he gave them one stare and fell back against the door It yielded and woman's arms received him. The gentle Reuther in that hour of dire extremity. showed herself stronger than her mother who had fallen in a faint amid the crowd.
 To one who swoons but seldom, the moment of returning consciousness is often fraught with great pain and sometimes with unimaginable horror It was such to Deborah; the pain and horror holding her till her eyes. ac customed to realities again. saw in the angel face which hoated before heI vision amid {, swarm of demon masks the sweet arc solicitous countenance of Reuther.
 Reuther, taking her mothers hand iE hers, said softly:
 'I knew you were not seriously i'll only frightened by the crowd and theil senseless shoutings. Don't think of il any more lear mother. The people