The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1915-07-30
CHAPTER xll--contlnued.

AS Tor Deborah. she had shrunk out
of sight at his approach but as soon
as he had ridden of she looked eager
B for taxicab to carry her m his
wake. She could not let him ride that
m';o alone. She was still fearful for
him. though the mass OF people about
her was rapidly disSolying away. and
the streets growing clear.
She can see his carriage now. Held
ap for u moment by the crowd. II has
broken through. and Is rolling quickly
towards Ostrander lane But the mob
Is following. and she ID yet far be-
hind
Shouting to the the chauffeur TO
hasten. the insistent honkl hank! OF
the cab adds II raucous note to the
turmoil They have dashed through
one g.oup--they are dashing through
another naught can withstand an on.
rushing automobile. She catches
glimpscs OF raised arms threatening
retaliation: Of eager, stolld, uncertain
and furious faces--aHd her breath held
back during that one instant OF wild
passage rushes pantngly forth again,
Ostrander lane Is within sight IL
only they can reach tiff only they
can cross II! But they cannot with.
out sowing death In their track. No
scattered groups here. the mob fills
the corner II Ia packed close as a
wall Brought UP against II, the mo,
tor necessarily comes To a siandstill
She will have TO wait until the
crowd svays apart allowing her to-
All, there, some heads are moving
nowl She catches one glimpse ahead
of her, and Soc What does she see
The noble but shrunk figure OF the
Judge drawn up before his gate. His
lips are moving, but no souDa-+~sues
from them: change passes like
stroke of lightning over the surgin ;
mass, Some one shouts out Coward. :"
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 sec man on.
trapped waking to the horror OF sud.
den death In life for which no visions
% the day, no dreams Of the night. had
been able to prepare him
II was a sight to waken pity, not de-
rislou Hut these people had gathered
here in bitter mood and their rnncor
had but scented the prey Calls of
"oltyer'" aud such threats as You
saved him nj a poor mans expense.
but wen have him yei. %e'll have him
yet" began " rise about him. follow.
ed BY endless repetitious u the name
from near and far, oliver, Oliyer,"
Oliver His own lips seemed TO re-.
echo The word Then like a lion balteA
beyond his patience the Judge lifted
his head and faced them all with a
fiery intensity which Tor the moment
made him terrible figure 10 contem.
plate.
"Iet no one utter that name 20 mo
here" shot from his lips In tones Of
unspeakahle menace and power
spare me that name. or the curse of
my ruined HE be upon you. can
bear no more today"
The cry arose again; oliver, OIL
ver The SONS Of the rich go free.
but ours have 70 hang"
At which he gave them ono stare
aud fell back against the door. 1t
Welded 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 Que who svoons but seldom. the
moment Of returning consciousness Is
often fraught with great pain and
sometimes with uuimasiuahle horror,
!, was such 10 Deborah, the pain and
horror holding her till her eyes, &C
eustomea to realities again, saw In the
angel face which Roated before her
vision amid q swarm OF demon masks
tho sweet arc solicitous eountenance
OF Reather
Rsuther. taking her mothers hand
IN hers. paid softly:
u knew YOU were nor seriously III
only frightened By the crowd and their
sensc;ass saoutings. Don't Hink 0f II
any more. dear naothar, The people