Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-01-13
"Open the Window"

A solitary policeman "a night rounds
mani had come up. Pedro could hear
him shouting above the din, but his
efforts at establishing order were abb
solutely ineffectual. %sr .,8 IS
strength. 1t seemed to him that at any
instant he must succumb, and sink to
the ground. Only a horror Of being
trampled on sustained him, and his
head was growing light. Then his an
tagonist, who was bent upon his in
jury or capture, Infatuated at being
held OF so long by this mere slip of
a boy, managed to get a leg hold upon
Pedro. 1t was too much, and the boys
courage gave way. ,.43 7:
"Au soucceur!" he screamed. "a
moi, Beau-Jean! Au soucceur!"
| Then somehow, he never, quite knew
In what manner, the giant was beside
him, and the black menacing shape Of
the other man hurled through space
and landed among his fellows. scatter
ing the fighters for an instant. Then
HILLS voice arose again, and this time,
Pedro, leaning breathless and painting
against the house, heard and under
| stood. u n r. st.. fS II
open the window" Hill was yell
ling, .'it's fastened from the outside.
lsOpen the windowi" .l.>.s' !. ~ zsS,S3
With aching arms, Pedro stroves to
obey, but the heavy iron bar that held
the galvanized shutters closed, re-:
sisted his effort. Beau-Jean, mean
while, was veritable windmill, Snd
one Of the stevedores had ranged him
| self beside the Frenchman, feeling. no
doubt, that 1t was desirable to fight
with, rather than against. this power
full person. - ItE9
open the window!" yelled gHill
ceaselessly. Pedro bent all his strength
to another effort, and at the same mo-
ment there came to his ears the rap
| ping Of the lone policeman's club upon
the pavement, signal that was not
wholly without effect upon the entire
crowd. Again the heavy iron bar of
the shutter lifted an inch or two, and
again 1t slipped back into its socket.
Then some one struck him upon the
shoulder and turning to defend him
self, he looked up into the fat dripping
| face of Mr.. Lovejoy. -
God bless mel" putfed that worthy,
that was near thing! Thought you
was the enemy!" Pedro managed to
gasp: - SIS ~
THE shutter-bar! Help mel" -
In the twinkling of an eye the heavy
iron lath had been extracted and was
being brandished over the lunch-wag-
oners head, deadly weapon that
swept a space clear about the window,
which now burst open to emit the dis
heveled furious figure Of Samuel Hill,
who was armed with an lmprov1sed
cudgel, evidently the leg of table
taken from the furnishings of his
prison. ,,. -.
UNITED we stand!" he shouted,
springing into the fight with relish.
Then came cry that was echoed on
all Sides.
1.-THE reserves. the reserves, the po-
lice!" and the crowd began to scatter.
Almost as magically as they had
been surrounded, they were left alone,
but now, to be SO left was fraught with
almost as many dangers as had beset
them a moment sooner; for that the
police should not lay hands upon them
was the paramount thought in the
minds Of all. Hill was the first to act
This way!" he called, darting of
toward an ill-lighted, ill-paved street,
flanked only by poster-covered fences.
BY great good luck the rescue party
managed to escape pursuit, and in less
than half an hour they were seated
(somewhat weary, but except for a
few bruises none the worse for their
experience) in the light and warmth
OF Lovejoy's wagon, while they dis
cussed their adventure over hot coffee
and the inevitable doughnuts. Outside,
the beginning OF new snowstorm was
filing the air with white petals.