The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1915-10-03
9Th. E.plois. Of "El.ine"

, wonderful rose gardens. which were even
dearer.
In this island retreat open and ready 70,
the master the year round, the triumvirate
, if only they could reach it. would be as safe
from mob violence as on ship at sea.
A steep climb, wild expanse Of star-lft
moor, little ancient trees growing very close
together, \ strong perfume of bayberry
bushes, Of sweet fern and roses, and then
the low-csilinged, softly-Hghted hall, with
many men servants. a cool delightful night
soundly slept-theso were Celestias first
impressions of Gull Island.
In the morning she went with her hus-
band to the eastern cliffs. and she had her
first look at the ocean-sullenly tumbling.
white-maned-under grey and sullen sky.
The wind blew in their faces-a cutting.
wet wind. the beginning of an easterly
storm.
In short. i was about as nasty morning
Tommy the weather seemed heavenly. and
expressly manufactured for lovers and love-
making.
Soon after Tommy's departure. and be-
arrangements for the retreat to Cults Is
land, the streets contingent to Gordon Bar
clays house and the streets in the neighbor-
hood began to fill with men and women,
who looked like the dregs of the city.
But it was Immediately in front Of the
house that the crowd was thicAest and most
speeches and were cheered to the echo; and
here the police, erect, unperturbed, superb
in danger, wondered in their hearts IL they
were going to live through the day;
dorf arrived. He, high above the crowd on
an improvised rostrum. roared for blood
and vengeance.
Weapons began to Hash.
9 Then the police tried to dispense the mob
and. after hard fighting and the breaking
OF many heads. were sverpowered, passed
gan to swarm over the tall iron gates and
the spiked iron fence. One man slipped
and SO impaled himself that when he finally
tore loose and dropped to the ground he
was in dying condition.
There was q fountains bronze youth.
arms akimbo. who with puffed cheeks blew
violent men pried from his base and used.
swinging him by the feet and arms to bat
ter down the solid. heavy front door Of the
house.
This done the leaders rushed in, and for
a moment were halted by the uncompromis-
ing dignity and grandeur of the hall. Fac
the top Of these stood Gordon Barclay.
When the crowd recognized him they yelled
like pack OF wolves. The corners OF his
mouth twitched with a kind of CLASSY con-
tempt He turned slowly and passed through
a doorway that just behind him.
slammed the door shut and locked it. Not
till then did he show sign of fear or haste.
Now, however he ran swiftly through the
library, out at the other end, and down
back stair to the service courtyard. Here.
headed for tall wooden gates in a tall brick
wall which wistaria was festooned,
stood powerful limousine car. The engine
purring. On the box sat two brave and
handsome young men in the Barclay livery.
In the body of the car sat Semmes and
turtevant. Sturtevant looked furiously
angry. Semmes looked sea-sfck.
At the gates stood two footmen ready to
fling them open. Most of the crowd was at
the front of the house. In the narrow ally
at the back there was only a scattering OF
riffraf. One of the men on the box handled
a double barreled shotgun In sturtevant's
hand, cooked, was a .45 automatic.
ila hrn hnyy ne I,ef ny1yI
came up the front stair battered head first.
and was used to ram down the door behind
which Barclay had been seen to disappear.
The first man to enter the long rich IL
brary Gunsdorf. He gave only a glance
at the open panel which disclosed the in
viting interior of safe. at the green
which the wiley financier had scattered
about the room, on tables. on chairs. on the
fioor-such things were for children.
Raging for his comrades to follow him,
Gunsdorf rushed the length of the room.
found the back stair down which Barclay
had retreated. and came in less time than 1t
takes to tell it to the service court at the
back of the house
But nobody followed Gunsdorf The open
safe, the scattered bills, stopped men as a
solid cliff might have done. Vengeance was
forgotten. and the crowd began to loot:
When Gunsdorf reached the courtyard the
gates were half open. On strong steel
brackets fixed to the back Of the car were
two spare rims. with inflated tires. These
formed resting place for Gunsdorf's feet
and a grip for his hands But the first for
ward leap of the car, followed by hair
raising swerve to the left, almost threw
him off.
Shots were fred The car went over
something soft that screamed and that re-
manned in the street after the had
passed, and thwacked like a newly landed
fish.
Gunsdorf stood upon the spare tires and
chung to them, and the lights Of New York
whirled by.
The scene of the riot was far behind. Up
Fifth Avenue the raced. 1t was that
hour before dark when in the summer traf-
fic was light, and the face of the great Cor
don Barclay at the window OF the was
enough to make even the boldest traffic cop
think twice
Through Central Park, out Seventh Ave-
nue., across McComb's Dam Bridge, up Je-
rome Avenue, through Fordh.m to the Pei
ham Parkway, into New Rochelle and out,
through Mamaroneck, Rye, Portchester, the
flew. And like grim death his purpose