Marble Hill press. (Marbel [sic] Hill, Mo.) 1881-1923, 1915-07-15
CHAPTER xlI-Continued.

AS Tor deborah, she had shrunk out
OF sight at his approach, but as soon
as he had ridden off she looked eager.
iy for taxicab to carry her In his
wake. She could not let him ride that
mile alone. She was still fearful for
MIN. though the mass of people about
her was rapidly dssolving away. and
ehe streets growing clear.
She can see his carriage now. Held
up for 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 honk! hank! OF
the cab adds 1t raucous note to the
turmoil! They have dashed through
one group-they are dashing through
anotherTnaught can withstand an on
rushing automobile She catches
Gllmpses of raised arms threatening
retaliation: OF eager, stolid, uncertain
and furious faces-and her breath held
oack during that one instant Of wild
passage rushes pantingly forth again.
ostrander lane is within sight II
only they can reach tiff only they
can cross 1t! But they cannot with
out sowing death In their track. No
scattered groups here, the mob fills
the corner. 1t is packed close as
wall Brought up against it, the mo-
Aor necessarily comes 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 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 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 filed their eyes mo-
ment before, they see a man en-
trapped, waking to the horror OF a sud
den death in life for which no visions
o. the day, no dreams Of the night, had
been able to prepare him.
1t was a sight to waken pity, not de-
rision. But these people had gathered
here in hitter 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! OlIver,"
Oliver! His own lips seemed to re-
echo the word. Then like lion haited
beyond his patience the Judge lifted
his head and faced them all with a
fiery intensity which for the moment
made him a terrible figure to contem. |
plate.
Let no one utter that name to me
here!" shot from his lips In tones of
nnspeakable 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! OIL |
verl The sons OF the rich 60 free, |
but ours have to hang!"
At which he gave them one stare
and fell back against the door. II
yielded and a woman's arms received |
aim. The gentle Reuther In that hour
of dire extremity. showed herself
stronger than her mother who had
fallen in q faint amid the crowd.
To one who swoons but seldom, the
moment OF returning consciousness IL
often fraught with great pain and
sometimes with unimaginable horror.
q was such to Deborah: the pain and
horror holding her till her eyes. &C
customed to realities again. saw In the
nngel face which foated before her
Vision amid o swarm Of demon masks.
he sweet anc solicitous countenance
= Reuthef.
Reuther. taking her mothers hand
h hers, said softly:
r knew you we're not seriously I'LL
paly frightened BY the crowd and their |
unnsolsss shoutiass. Don't think OF Il !
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