Detroit tribune. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1933-1933, 1933-11-18

ulhue desperate rush lot the sun
room. Booker gave a frightened
sob and fell. still holding to his
mothers dress. Unable TO pick him
up. she dragged his along.
There was a sudden sound. like
the humming OF fast whirling
whip, and a missile a deathly
faintness, and excruciating pain.
Her strength seemed TO leave her.
There was a roaring In her ars
like the rush OF many waters. and
she fell at the foot OF the steps
Booker was now sobbing wildly.
Janet fought this weakness as
she laid her throbing head on the
fair curls OF little Junior Pickard.
and with aching arms now free.
she drew Booker close as she
whispered In his ear.
Come dear. didn't you promise
mother not TO cry?
YES" and Booker's voice
choked In his effort to check his
sobs.
Janet struggled TO down this
feeling OF extreme fatigue. this dull
aching pain In her head. She raised
a tired hand. heavy from the un-
usual strain. and pushed Booker TO
ward tho sun room.
Run and call daddy" and
Booker scampered up the steps and
into the house.
AS Janet heard him stumbling
Through the darkened rooms and
his frightened cries OF Daddy.
daddy. mother wants you. Hurry
Janet closed her eyes, thankful 10
lyield to this towering faint
ness. She was so tired. She seem
ed to float away into empty space
as the sound Of the mob grew
fainter.
When she opened her eyes she
was lying in the large easy chair.
with a mound OF pillows around
her. Every thing appeared strange.
She could see little Junior, his
head bandaged. lying on the
davenport. A towel was folded
across his breast and Booker was
seated on the floor with his fingers
In Juniors hair.
The noise oi the rioters seemed
10 increase in volume as her senses
cleared. An ice cold towel was on
her head and Burton was standing
over her speaking In soothing
tenderness.
"Oh my dear" and he bent down
and held her close.
Janet raised a feeble arm and
pointed TO Juniors little iner'
, form.
Burton read the question In thu
pointing finger and he answered.
Serious. could only make
!, superficial examination. This is a
= the light / dare use." and he hei
= up HIS flash light.
What is his INJURY" an
: Jane.'s voice was low.
N deep wound on his head nea
the brain base. Must have beer
something sharp and heavy. I'll ge
I'm touch with tho hospital righl
away"
Janet shook her head as the din
OF the rioters pierced the room.
Broken glass glittered on the
floor beneath the windows.
when would this night mare
end?' and she shuddered as II cold.
Her thoughts were Interrupted by
Burton speaking in a sharp, tense
voice.
Listen dear. we must have help
and | shall get II. No use 70 play
with these hoodlums all night,
there is to much at stake"
But how" and Janet spoke
YEARLY, as II the answer was i'm
material.
Burton outlined his plan but
Jane; protested.
Go through that open yard, a
irritable battle field? and a sob
filed her voice. ''No Burton,
wont let you and she clasped his
hand tightly.
but honey. there is no alterna-
tive-see, and he jerked his head
toward the still unconscious
Junior. ITO wait Nigh prove dis
astrous dear, and before Janet
could protest urther, Burton. with
a few hurried directions to Thomas
and Bonnie, was gone.
Janet heard the soft closing OF
the door. She heard the demonical
cries OF the mob. Would they see
him? Would he prove an easy tar
get?
a myriad of fears tortured her.
she tried to raise. Her legs seemed
unwilling TO hold her up. AS cry
after cry arose. she could sit still
no longer. II was impossible to sit
and listen quietly while Burton
Janet staggered to her feet, as
Bonnie tried to hold her back.
Mrs. Mckinney, the doctor said
TO keep you as quiet as possible
There was a shot. It came from
the McKinneys window upstairs
Thomas was following orders. A
cry OF rage from the rioters. at
more stones and other missiles hit
the terrace. an dthe glass In the
large hall door broke into a thou
sand fragments.