Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-09-28

aElHOTieS. Cluus anu pixies liidt uuisut
have served Cromwell. Some of the
men looked respectable, others des-
perate; they We're of many nationali-
ties, all snger-sinitten and excited.
What's 1t all about?" Drace In
CURED of bare-headed old man who
painted beside him.
THE carpet-bag devils. They hang
citizen
''We are on the right side. anyway"
Shottle cried. "Give me gun-give
me something"
Some one gave him an old carbine
and another gave Drace a cavalry sa
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 introduce
ton of her own grim humor. Dogs
gathered in the open space between
the bands of advancing rioters, and
fought, bowling, the victims of wounds
without cause.
Not many shots were fred The
authorities made a criminal of the
citizen who carried gun or concealed
it in his house. 1t was a 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 brace, who had
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strike with his Saber; but the agile
negro lodged, the blow was caught by
brick wall and the blade was broken
off at the handle. But with the hilt,
boxing glove of steel, brace 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
strange. BRACE was the first man to
| fight his 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, ne was
/ about to mix in the fight again when
| the sharp scream of woman caught
and held him for moment. He
glanced hurriedly about; at various
windows were lights and silhouetted
| figures of onlookers. But as If drawn
| by some lodestene instinct his eyes
went to a 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 la Yitte.
Instantly he whirled and strove to
| fight his way to gate which he saw
| in the wall before the house. But now
/ came new cry and a 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 riot. Not to run was
to be trampled to death, but Drace
stood an instant to look about for
Shettle. 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 subsded-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 la Vitte was now dark. But
in spite of the curious glances Of sun
vey of 1t 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 IL"
and the fragments and "e." 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
wagon ratified by, and he saw that
1t was filled 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 it into some Oozy hole and cover
1t with mud.
In the lobby of the st. Charles men
stood in groups, talking OF the fan 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. Draee
asked the clerk If Shottle had come In.
No; his key was in the box. Then
BRACE thought that surely Liberty
must be dead or wounded, hauled
away to suffer. He went forth again.