Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1922-12-15

brass barrels from ancient Spanish
armories, clubs and pixies that might
have served Cromwell Some Of the
men looked respectable, others des-
perate; they were Of many nationali-
ties, all anger-smitten and excited.
whats 1t all about2" Drace in
CURED Of a bare-headed old man who
painted beside him.
1.-The carpet-bag devils. They hang
8 citizen
''We are on the right side, anyway"
Shottle cried. "Giye nae a gun-give
me something"
Some one gave him an old carbine,
and another gave Draee a cavalry SO.
Der. The man from the North
grasped 1t, feeling that he was to
fight the scoundrels that cast discred-
1t and reproach upon his native state.
At this time Of mans madness ma
ture could not restrain the introduc-
ton of her own grim humor. Dogs
gathered in the open space between
the bands OF advancing rioters, and
fought, bowling, the victims 6f wounds
without cause
Not many shots were fred. The
authorities made q criminal Of the
citizen who carried gun or concealed
1t In his house. 1t was hand-to-hand
strife, the breaking Of heads, the cut.
ting OF threats. A big. red-shirted ne
gro with razor cleaning In the smoky
light made a grab at Drace, who had
just room enough to leap back and
strike with his saber: but the agile
negro lodged. the blow was caught by
O brick wall and the blade was broken
of at the handle But with the hilt,
boxing glove of steel, Drace knocked
the negro down and then passed over
his body, striking right and left, push
ing onward to the front, where the
jagged ranks saw-toothed one into the
other.
The struggle now was to save the
hanging man, who, without fall enough
to break his neck, was strung up to
strangle. BRACE was the first man to
fight ais way to him. He dropped his
steel boxing glove, grabbed out his
knife, leaped up, caught hold Of the
limb Of the tree with one hand and
cut the man down.
Catching up his weapon, he was
about to mix In the fight again when
the sharp scream of woman caught
and held him for q moment. He
glanced hurriedly about: at various
windows were lights and silhouetted
figures Of onloOkers. But as IL drawn
by some lodest0ne instinct his eyes
went to second-story window just
beyond the tree; and there, In the
strong light Of lamp just behind her,
he saw again the face Of the barbaric
rose maid, Nadine Ia Vitte.
Instantly he whirled and strove to
fight his way to gate which he saw
In the wall before the house. But now
came q new cry and scramble for
safety. A troop OF United States cav
airy came sweeping the thoroughfare
from curb to curb, their drawn sabers
flashing, the aroused anger Of Uncle
Sam rebuking a RIOT. Not to run was
to be trampled to death, but Drace
Shottle. He could not find him, how
ever and he had to seek his own safe.
ty, for the cavalry were near, spread
ing out upon the sidewalk.
With divers others, he stood not
upon the order Of his going but ran
hack down the street and then hurried
down a side street out Of the path OF
the troopers. There he waited until
the tumult had subsidized perhaps an
hour. Then he made his way back to
the scene Of the riot. -
The house at the window OF which
he thought he had glimpsed the face
OF Nadine Ia Vitte was now dark. But
In spite Of the curious glances Of sun
dry loiterers, brace took careful sur
vey Of II and Of the three oak trees
In front--even felt their bark to IA
miliarize himself with them. At the
corner he sought the name Of the
street, on the lamp, but the glass had
been broken, leaving only a red ''L"
and the fragments and &C." But no
matter-he would know where to turn,
would know the house when abreast
Of 1t.
Now brace fastened toward the st.
Charles. The streets were quiet. But
q wagon ratified by, and he saw that
IL was filed with wounded men. He
thought of Shottle and his spirit was
oppressed with sorrow. Shottle's es-
cape must have been impossible, and
tomorrow they would take his body,
throw 1t into some oozy hole and cover
1t with mud
In the lobby Of the St. Charles men
stood In groups, talking Of the fall In
the price OF cotton. The riot, which
to brace had meant so much, was not
even known. SO accustomed was the
town to scenes OF violence. Drace
asked tho clerk II ChOttIA had Gonna In