Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1915-09-22
Continued from Yesterdays capitaL)


before the triumvirate could complete
their arrangements for the retreat to
Gulls Island. the streets contiguous
TO Gordon Barclays house and the
streets in the neighborhood began tn
I'LL with men and women who looked
like the dregs of the city.
But Il was Immediately in front OF
the house that the crowd was thick
est and most menacing.
There was no actual violence until
GUnsdorf arrived. He, high above the
crowd on an improvised rOstrum,
roared for blood and vengeance.
Weapons began 10 fash.
Then the police tried TO disperse the
mob, and. after hard fighting and
the breaking OF many heads, were
overpowered. passed over and swept
aside. Then the crowd began TO swarm
over the tall iron gates and the spiked
iron fence.
There was a fountain-a bronze
youth, arms allimbo. who with pulled
cheeks blew a fine spray of water. Him
certain stray violent men pried from
his base, and used. swinging him by
the feet and arms 10 batter down
the solid, heavy front door of the
house.
This done, the leaders rushed in,
and for a moment were halted by the
uncompromising dignity and gran
deur of the hall. Facing them was
flight of marble steps. At the top of
these stood Gordon Barclay. When
the crowd recognized him they yelled
like a pack of wolves. The corners
of his mouth twitched with kind OF
CLASSY contempt He turned slowly
and passed through a doorway that
was just behind him. slammed the
door shut and locked It. Not till then
did he show a sign of fear or haste.
Now. however, he ran swiftly through
the library, ont at the other end,
and down q back stair to the service
courtyard. Here, headed for tail
wooden gates in a tall brick wall over
which wistcTia was festooned, stood
4 powerful limousine car. The en-
cine was purring. On the box sat two
brave and handsome young men of the
Barclay livery. In the body Of the
car sat Semmes and Sturtevant Stur-
tevant looked flriously angry. Semmes
looked seasick.
At the gates stood two fCotmen ready
to fling them open. Most OF the
crowd was at The front Of the house.
Meanwhile the bronze boy of the
fountain came up the front stair. bat.
tered head first, and was used to ram
down the door behind which Barclay
had been seen to disappear.
The first man 10 enter the long, rich
library was Gunsd3rf He gave only
a glance at the opeH panel which dis
closed the inviting interior of safe,
or at the Rreenbacks and yellowbacks
Of all denominations which the willy
financier had scattered about the
room, on tables. on chairs. on the
iioor-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 it takes to tell it to
the service court at the hack cf the
house.
But nobody followed Cuns1orf. The
open safe, the scattered bills, stopped
men as solid cliff might have done.
Vengeance was forgotten. and the
crowd began to loot.
When Gunsdorf reached the court
yard the gates were half open. On
strong steel brackets fixed to the
back of the car were two spare rims,
with inflated tires. Those formed
resting place for G" Jorfs feet and
n grip for his han But the first
forward leap Of to car, followed by
a hair-raising swerye to the left, al
most threw him or.
Shots were fred. The car went over
something soft that screamed, and
that remained in the street after the
car had passed and thwacked like a
newly landed fish.
Gunsdorf stood upon the spare tires
and clung to them and the lights of
New York whirled by.
The scene CT the riot was far be
hind Up Fifth avenue the car raced.
It was that hour before dark when
che summer traGic was light, and the
face of the great Gordon Barclay at
the window of the cor was enough to
make even the LEST traffic cop
think twice.
Through Centre park, out Seventh
avenue, across Bicgomb's dam bridge.
up Jerome avenue, through Fordham
70 the Pelham parkway. into New Ro-
chelle and Sut, thrcuga Mamaronec1,
Rye, Portchester, the car flew. Ana
ike grim death, his purpose never
swerving, Gunsdorf clung to the spare
tires. His feat was worthy of a
better. Vengeance is no mans. "Ven-
geance is mine, saith the Lord
The old fishing town Of Giddings
was dark as sin. The financiers, con
ferring, had determined to make this,
rather than Missaquid, their point Of
departure. They would be to late
to catch the last boat for BartelI's.
Giddings, with Missaquid, formed the
base of a triangle, Of which Gull Island
was the apex. Therefore, if they
could here charter some craft to con-
vey them to the island, there would
be great saving OF time.
The car ran half way through the
little town. turned a right angle and
descended to the wharves, and here.
in the darkness. stopped. Gunsdorf
was the first ia sli~bt He clinDad