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8 Illustrated By Denman Fink CONTINUATION OF CHAP. Vl. The Burrell Code “Dear, wonderful girl.” he said, “It is going to be my heart's work to see that wou never change and that you re main just what you are. You can't un derstand what this means to me. for 1. too, was blinded, but the darkness of the night has restored my vision. Now you must go to sleep; the hours are r tort and we must be going early.” He piled up a great, sweet-scented couch of springy boughs, and fashioned her a pillow out of a bundle of smaller ones, around which he wrapped his khaki coat; then he removea her hlgh laced boots, and. taking her tiny feet, one in the palm of either hand, bowed his head over them and kissed them with a sense of her gracious purity and his own unworthiness. He spread one of the big gray blankets over her. and tucked her in. while she sighed in de lightful languor, looking up at him all the time. "TU sit here beside you for a while," he said. "I want to smoke a bit.” She stole a slim, brown hand out from beneath the cover and snuggled it in his, and he leaned forward, closing her lids down with his lipa Her utter weari ness was manifest, for she fell asleep almost instantly, her fingers twined about his in a childlike crip. At times a great desire to feel her In his arms, to have her on his breast, surged over him. for he had lived long apart from women, and the solitude of the night seemed to mock him. He was a strong man. and in his veins ran the blood of wayward forebears who were wont to possess that which they con quered in the lists of love, mingled with which was the bleed of spirited Southern women who bad on occasion loved not wisely according to Kentucky rumor, but only too welt Nevertheless, they were honest men and women, .if over-senti mental. and had transmitted to him a heritage of chivalry and a high sense of honor and courage. Strange to say, this little, simple half-breed girl had revived this honor and courage, even when he tried most stubbornly to smother it. If only her love was like her blood, he might have had no scruples; or if her blood were as pure as her love—even then it would be easier; but, as It was. he must give her up tonight, and for all time,. Her love had placed a barrier between them greater and more Insurmountable than her blood. He sat for a long time with the dwind ling firelight playing about him. his man hood and his desires locked in a grim struggle, wondering at the hold this forest elf had gained upon him, wondering how It was that she had stolen into his heart And head and taken such utter posses sion of him.. It would be no easy task to shut her out of his mind and put her away from him. And she ? He gently withdrew his fingers from her grasp, and. seeking the other side »f the wickiup, covered himself over Without disturbing her, and fell asleep. It was early dawn when Necla crept to him. t “I dreamed you had gone away.” she ■aid. shivering violently and drawing Close. "Oh. it was a terrible awaken- ,*T was too tired to dream.” he said. "So I had to come and see if you were really here.” He quickly rekindled his fire, and they made a hasty breakfast. Before the warmth of the rising sun had penetrated the cold air they had climbed the ridge and obtained a wondrous view of broken country, the hills alight with the morn ing rays, the valleys misty and mys tical. They made good progress on the summit, which was paved with barren rock and sparsely carpeted with short moss, while there was never a hint of insects to annoy them. Merrily they •wung along, buoyed up by an unnatural ) exaltation; yet now and then, as' they drew near their destination, the young man had a chilling premonition of evil to i come, and wondered if he had not been foolhardy to undertake this rash enter prise. "I wish Stark was not one of Lee's party,” he said once. "He may misun derstand our being together this way.” ,'*But when he learns that we love each other, that wilt explain every thing.” “I’m not so sure. He doesn't know you as Lee and Poleon and your father do. I think we bad better say nothing at ail •bout—you and me—to any "But why?” questioned the girl, stop ping abruptly. They will know it, any how, when they see us., I can't conceal it.” "I am wiser in this than you are.” the •oldier insisted, "and we mustn't act like jbvers; trust this to me.” "Oh, I won't play that!" cried Necia. petulantly. "If all this is going to end when we get to Lee's cabin, we'll stay right here forever.” i He was not sure of all the logic he advanced in convincing her, but she yield ed finally, saying:. "Well. I suppose you know best, and, anyhow, tittles should always mind.” They clung to the divide for several hours, then descended into the bed of a stream, which they followed until it join ed a larger one a couple of miles below, and there, sheltered in a grove of whb pering firs, they found Lee's cabin nes tling in a narrow, forked valley. Evident ly the miner had selected a point on the main creek below the confluence of the feeders as a place in which to prospect, and Burrell fell to wondering which one of these smaller streams supplied the run of gold. "There's no one here.” said Necia, glee fully. "We've beat them in! We’ve beat them in!” They had been walking rapidly since dawn, and, although Burrell's watch showed 2 o'clock, she refused to halt for lunch, declaring that the others might arrive at any moment; so down they went to the lower end of "No Creek" Lee's location, where Burrell biased a smooth spot on the down-stream side of a tree and wrote thereon at Necla's dic tation. When he had finished, she signed her name, and he witnessed it. then paced off four hundred and forty steps, where he squared a spruce-tree. which she marked: "Lower center end stake of No. 1 below discovery. Necia Gale, locator." She was vastly excited and immensely’ elated at her good-fortune in acquiring tne claim next to Lee’s, and chattered like a magpie, filling the glades with re sounding echoes and dancing about in the bright sunlight that filtered through the branches. "Now you stake the one below mine,” she said. "It's just as good, and maybe can tell.” But he shook Lis head. "I'm not going to stake anything.” said be. "You must!” he cried. quickly. the sparkle dying from her eyes. ’You said you would, or I never would have brought . you.” "I merely said I would come with you.” he corrected. "I did not promise to take up a claim, for I don't think I ought to do so- If I were a civilian, it would be different, but this is government land, and I am a part of the government, as i*. were. Then, too, tn addition to the ques tion of my right to do It. there would be the certainty of making enemies of your people, old "No Creek” and the rest, and lean Y afford that now. With you it is different, for you are entitled to this THE BARRIER St Nov J By REX BEACH AUTHOR OP THE SPOILERS" ground. After Lee's friends have shared in his discovery I may change my mind. ’ All arguments and pleading were in vain: pe remained obdurate and insisted on her locating two other claims for her self. one on each of the smaller creeks where they came together above the house. "But nobody ever stakes more than one claim on a gulch,” objected the girl. "It's a custom of the miners.” "Then we’ll call each one of these branches a different and separate creek,” he said. 'The gold was carried down one of those smaller streams, and we won't take any chances on which one it was. When a fellow plays a big game he should play to win. and, as this means such a great deal to you, we won't over look any bets.” Necia consented, and when her th res claims had been properly located the couple returned to the cabin to get lunch and to await with some forboding the I coming of the others and what of good or ill it might bring. CHAPTER Vn—The Magic of Ben Stark. Before the party came in sight, the sound of their voices reached the cabin, and Burrell arose nervously and saun tered to the door. Uncertain how this affair might terminate, he chose to get first look at his enemies, if they should prove to be such, realizing the advantage that goes to a man who stands square ly on both feet. The trail came through the brush at the rear, and he heard Lee say: "This here's the place, boys—the shack aint fifty yards away." "Likely looking gulch,” Gale was heard to reply, in his deep tones—there was a crack of a dead brush, a sound as of a man tripping and falling heavily, then oaths in a voice that made the lieutenant start. "Ha. ha! laughed Doret. "Xou mus' be tired, Meestalre R-r-unnion. Better you pick up your feet, dat’s t’ree tam’ you’ve—" They emerged into the open behind the house to pause in a line back of Lee. who was staring at the stove pipe, from which came a wisp of smoke. It seemed to Burrell that they held their position for a long time. Then he heard Lee say: “Well, I’ll be damned! Somebody’s here ahead of us.” "We’ve been beaten,” growled Stark, angrily, pushing past him and coming round the corner, an ugly look in his eyes. Burrell was standing at ease in the door, smoking, one forearm resting on the jamb, his wide shoulders nearly fill ing the entrance. "Good-afternoon,” he nodded, pleasant- Lee Aiswered him unintelligibly: Stark said nothing, but Runnion’s exclamation was plain. It's that damned Blue-belly!” "When did you get here?” said Stark, after a pause. "A few hours ago.” "How did you come?" asked Lee. "Black Bear creek.” said the soldier, curtly, at which Runnion broke into profanity. "Better hush,” Burrell admonished him; "there’s a lady inside,” and at that in stant Necia showed her laughing face under his arm, while the trader uttered her name in amasement. "Lunch Is ready,” she said. "We’ve been expecting you for quite a while.” "Ba Gar! Dat’s sonny t'lng for sure,” said Poleon. "Wha tol’ you ’bout dis strike—eh?” "Mother; I made her,” the girl an swered. 'Take off your packs and come in,” Burrell invited, but Stark strode forward. "Hold on a minute, this don't look good to me. You say your mother told you. I suppose you're old man Gale's other daughter—eh ?” Necia nodded. "What time of day was it when you learned about this?" "Cut that out,” roughly Interjected Gale. "Do you think I double crossed you?” x The other turned upon him. "It looks that way, and I intend to And out. You said yesterday you hadn’t told anybody—” "I didn’t think about the woman,” said the trader, a trifle disconcerted, whereup on Runnion gave vent to an ironical sneer. "But here's your girl and this man ahead of us. I suppose there's others on the way. too.” "Nonsense,” Burrell, cut in. "Don’t quarrel about thia. Miss Gale got wind of your secret, and beat you at your own game, so that ends it; but there's plenty of ground left for all of you, and no harm done. Nobody knows of thia strike from us, I can assure you.” “I call it dam' sleeck work,” chuckled the Canadian, slipping out qf his straps. "De nex’ tam’ I go stampedin’ I tak’ you ’long, Necia.” "Me, too,’ said Lee. "An now I’m go in' to tear into some of them beans 1 smell a bilin’ in yonder.” The others followed, although Stark and Runnion looked back and had little to say. It was an uncomfortable meal— every one was ill at ease; Gale, in par ticular, was quiet, and ate less than any of them. His eyes sought Stark's face frequently, and once the blood left his cheeks and his eyes biased as he observed the gambler eying Necia, gazing at her with the same boldness he would have used in scanning a horse. "You are a mighty good-looking girl for a ’blood.' ” remarked Stark, at last. ‘Thank you,” she replied, simply, and the soldier's vague dislike of the man crystallized into hate on the instant. There was a tone back of his words that seemed aimed at the trader, Meade thought, but Gale showed no sign of it, so the meal was finished in silence, after which the five belated prospectors went out to make their ocations, for the fear of interruption was upon them now. First they went down stream, and. ac cording to their agreement, the trader staked first, followed by Poleon and Stark, thus throwing Runnion’s claim more than a mile distant from Lee’s dis covery. From here they went up the creek to find the girl’s other locations, one on each branch, at which Stark sneer ingly remarked that she had pre-empted enough ground for a full-grown white woman. Runnion’s displeasure was even more open, and he fell into foul-mouthed mut terings, addressing himself to Poleon and Stark while the trader was out of ear shot. - ’This affair don't smell right, and I still think it's a frame-up.” "Bah!” exclaimed Doret. "The old man sent the girl ahead of us to blanket all the good ground. That's what he did!” "Dat’s fool talk,” declared ths French man. "I’m not so sure,” Stark broke in. "You remember he hung back and wanted to go slow from the start; and didn't he ask us to camp early last night? Looks now as if he did it just to give her time to get in first. He admitted that he knew the Black Bear trail, and if he lied about keeping his mouth shut to the squaw, he’d lie about other—” "Wait wan minnit.” interrupted Poleon, his voice as soft as a woman’s. "I tol' you dat I know all 'bout dis Black Bear creek, too—you 'member, eh? Wai, meb- THE ATLANTA BEMI-MEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JANUARY 2«, 1900. be you t’ink I’m traitor, too. WatY W’y don’ you spik out?' The three of them were alone, and only the sound of Gales axe came to them: but at the light in the Canadian’s face Runnion hastily disclaimed any such thought on his part, and Stark shrugged his denial. “I don’ know you feller’ at all,” con tinued Poleon, "but Ole Man Gale, he’s my frien’, so I guess you don’ better talk no more lak’ dat.” “Don't get sore.” said Stark. "I simply say it looks bad.” But the other had turned his back and was walking on. There are men quite devoid of the ability to read the human face, and Runnion was of this species. Moreover, malice was so bitter in his mouth that he must have it out, so when they paused to blaze the next stake he addressed to Stark loud enough for Poleon to hear. "The lietuenant is more of a man than I thought he was.” “How so?” inquired the older man. "Well, it takes nerve to steal a girl for one night and then face the father; but the old man don’t seem to mind it any more than she does. I guess he knows what it means, all right.” Stark laughed raucously. "I thought of that myself,” he said. “That’s probably how Gale got his squaw,” concluded Runnion, with a sneer. It seemed a full minute before the Frenchman gave sign that he had heard, then a strange cry broke from his throat and he began to tremble as if with cold. He was no longer the singer of songs or the man who was forever a boy; the mocking anger of a moment ago was gone; in its place was a consuming fury that suckled the blood from beneath his tan, leaving him the pallor of ashes, while his mouth twitched and his head rolled slightly from side to side like a palsied old man’s. The red of his lips was blanched, leaving two white streaks against a faded, muddy background, through which came strange and fright ful oaths in a bastard tongue. Runnion drew back, fearful, and the older man ceasefl chopping and let his axe hang loosely in his hand. But evidently Pole on meant no violence, for he allowed the passion to run from him freely until it had spent its vigor, then said to Run nion: "M’sleu, elder you are brave man or dam' fool.” “What do you mean, Frenchy?” saia the man addressed, uneasily. “Somebody goin’ die for w’at you say Jus' now. Mebbe it's goin’ be you, m’sleu; mebbe it’s goin’ be him: I can’t tell yet, but I’m hope an pray it’s goin’ be you, biccause I t’ink w’at you say is a lie, an* nobody can spik dose kin’ of lie ’bout Necia Gale.” He went crashing blindly through the underbrush, his head wagging, his shoulders slumped loosely forward like those of a drunken man, his lips framing words they could not undersfgnd. When he had disappeared Runnion drew a deep breath. "I guess I've framed something for Mister Burrell this time.” “You go about it queer,” said Stark. "I’d rather tackle a gang-saw than a man like Poleon Doret. Your frame-up may work double.” “Huh! No chance. The sofdier was out all night alone with that half-breed girl, and anybody can see she’s crazy about him. What's the answer?” "Well, she's mighty pretty,” agreed the other, “most too pretty for a mixed blood, but you can’t make that French man believe she’s wrong.” “Why, he believes it now,” chuckled Runnion, "or, at least he's jealous, and that’s just as good. Those two will have trouble before dark. I wish they would— then I’d have a chance.” “Have you got your eye on her, too?” "Sure! Do you blame me?” "No, but she’s too good for you." “Then she's too good for them. I think I’ll enter the running.” “Better stay out,” the gambler advised; "you'll have sore feet before you finish. As a matter of, fact, I don’t like her fath er any better than you like her lovers—” "Well, it's mutual. I can see Gale hates you like poison.” "—and I don’t Intend to see him and his tribe hog all the best ground here abouts.” “They’ve already done it. You can’t stop them.” Before answerng, Stark listened for the trader, but evidently Gale had finished his task and returned to the shack, for there was neither sign nor sound of him. “Yes, I can stop them,” said Stark. "I want the ground that girl has staked, and I'm going to get it. It lies next to Lee’s, and it’s sure to be rich; ours is so far away it may not be worth the re corder's fees. This creek may be as spotted as a coach dog, so I don’t intend to take any chances.” “She made her locations legally,” said Runnion. . “You leave that to me. When will the other boys be here?” "Tomorrow mornlpg. I told them to follow about four hours behind, and not to run in on us till we had finished. They’ll camp a fe miles down the creek, and be in early.” "You couldn't get but three, eh?” "That’s all I could find who would agree to give up half.” "Can we count on them?” "Huh!” the other grunted. "They worked with me and Soapy on the Skag way trail.” “Good. Five against three, not count ing the girl and the lieutenant,” Stark mused. "Well, that will, do it.” He out lined his plan, then the two returned to the cabin to find Lee cooking supper. Foleon was there with the others, but, except for his silence, he showed no sign of what had taken place that afternoon. Stark developed a loquacious mood after supper, devoting himself entirely to Necla, in whom he seemed to take great Interest. He was an engaging talker, with a peculiar knack of suggestion in story-telling—an unconscious halting and elusiveness that told more than words could express—and, knowing his west so well, he fascinated th« girl, who hung upon his tales with flattering eagerness. Poleon had finished several pipes, and now sat in the shadows in the open door way, apparently tired and dejected, though his eyes shone like diamonds and roved from one to the other. Half uncon sciously he heard Stark saying: "This girl was about your size, but not so dark. However, you remind me of her in some ways—that's why it puts her in my mind, I suppose. She was about you age at the time—nineteen.” “Oh. I'm not eighteen yet,” said Necla. "Well, she was a fine woman, anyhow, the best that ever set foot in Chandon, and there was a great deal of talk when she chose young Bennett over the Gay lord man, for Bennett had been run ning second best from the start, and everybody thought it was settled between her and the other one. However, they were married quietly." The story did not interest the Canadian: his mind was in too great agitation to care for dead tales; his heart burned within him too fiercely, and he felt too great a desire to put his hands to work. As he watched Burrell and Runnion bend over the table looking at a little can of gold-dust that Lee had taken from his bunk, his eyes grew red and bloodshot beneath his hat-brim. Which sne of the two wofild it be. he wondered. From the corner of his eye he saw Gale rise from Lee's bed. where he had stretched himself to smoke, and take his six-shooter fregn his belt, then remove Copyright, 1908, by Harper A Brothers. All Righto Reserved the knotted bandanna from his neck, and begin to clean the gun, his head bowed , aver it earnestly, hla face in the shadow. He had ever been a careful and method ical man, reflected Poleon, and evidently would not go to sleep with his fire-arm in bad condition. "Nobody imagined tnat Gaylord would cause trouble,” Stark was saying, “for he didn't seem to be a jealous sort, just stupid and kind of heavy-witted; but one night he took advantage of Bennett’s ab sence and sneaked up to the house." The story-teller paused, and Necla, who was under the spell of his recital, urged him on: "Yes. yes. What happened then? Go on.” But Stark stared gloomily at his hands, and held his silence for a full minute, the tale appearing to have awak ened more than a fleeting interest in him. "It was one of the worst killings that ever happened in those parts,” he contin ued. "Bennett came back to find his wife murdered and the kid gone." “Oh!” said the girl, in a shocked voice. I "Yes, there was the deuce of a time. The town rose up in a body, and we-- ' you see, I happened to be there—we fol lowed the man fqr weeks. We trailed him and the kid dear over into the Ne vada desert where we lost them.” “Poor man!” "Poor man?” The story-teller raised his eyes and laughed sinisterly. "I don’t see where that comes in.” "And you never caught him?” "No. Not yet.” "He died of thirst in the desert, maybe, he and the little one.” "That’s what we thought at the time, but I don’t believe it now," "How so?” "Well, I’ve crossed his trail since then. No. Gaylord is alive today, and so is the girl. Some time we’ll meet—” His voice gave out, and he stared again at the floor. "Couldn’t the little girl be traced?” said Necla. "What was her name?” Stark made to apeak, but the word was never uttered, for there came a deafening roar that caused Lee’s candle to leap and flicker and the air inside the cabin to strike the occupants like a bow. In stantly there was confusion, and each man sprang to his feet crying out af frightedly, for the noise had come with utter unexpectedness. “My God, I’ve killed him!” cried Gale, and with one jump he cleared half the room and was beside Stark, while his re volver lay on the floor where he had been sitting. “What is it?” exclaimed Burrell; but there was no need to ask, for powder smoke was beginning to fill the room and the trader’s face gave answer. It was whiter than that of his daugh ter, who had crouched fearfully against that wall, and he shook like a man with ague. But Stark stood unhurt, and more composed than any of them; following the first bound from his chair, he had relapsed into his customary quiet. There had blazed up one momentary flash of suspicion and anger, but it died straight way, for no man could have beheld the trader and not felt contritlo/i. His condi tion was pitiable, and the sight of a strong man overcome is not pleasant; when it was seen that no harm had been done the others strove to make light of the accident. "Get together, all of you! It’s nothing to be excited over,” said Stark. “How did it happen?” Runnion finally asked Gale, who had sunk limply upon the edge of the bunk; but when the old man undertook to answer his words were unintelligible, and he shook his head helplessly. Stork laid his finger on the hole that the bullet had bored in the log close to where he was sitting* and laughed. “Never mind, old man, it missed me by six inches. You know there never was a bullet that could kill: me. I’m six-shooter proof.” "What’d I tell you?” triumphantly jjaculated Lee, turning his one eye upon .he lieutenant. "You laughed at me, didn’t you?” ft <r 1 ’ "I’m beginning to- believe it myself,” declared the soldier. “It’s a cinch,” said Stark, positively. Doret, of all in the cabin, had said nothing. Seated apart from the others, ne had seen the affair from a distance, as it were, and now stepped to the bed to lay his hand on Gale's shoulder. "Brace up, John! Sacre bleu! Your face look lak' flour. Come outside an’ get 11’1 air.” "It will do you good, father,” urged Necla. The trader silently rose, picked up his hat and shambled out into the night be hind the Frenchman. “The old man takes it hard.” said Lee, , shaking his head, and Burrell remarked: "I’ve seen things like that in army headquarters, and the fellow who acci dentally discharges his gun invariably gets a greater shock than his compan ion." "I call it damned careless, begging yoyr pardon, Miss Necia,” said Runnion. Poleon led his friend down the trail for half a mile without speaking, till Gale had regained a grip of himself and muttered, finally: "I never did such a thing before, Poleon, never in all my life.” The young man turned squarely and faced him, the starlight illumining their faces dimly. “Why?” said Doret. “Why?” echoed Gale, with a start. “Well, because I'm careful, I suppose.” “Why?” insisted the Frenchman. "I—l—l What do you mean?” “Don’t lie wit' me, John. I’m happen to be watch you underneat’ my hat we’en you turn roun’ for tee if anybody looking’.” "You saw?” “Yes.” “I thought you were asleep,” said Gale. Continued in Next Issue READ THIS! DOTHAN, Ala.—We have been selling the Texas Wonder for years, and recom mend it to any one suffering with any , kidney trouble as being the best remedy we ever sold. J. 8.-YOUNG. Sold by all druggists. 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BARCLAY IS CALLED TO REST eT t II IB ft K ■ JH JOHN F. BARCLAY. A long life of unselfish devotion to char ity and every good work that can claim the efforts of a noble manhood was closed at 12:40 o’clock on Friday morning when John Fletcher Barclay breathed his last at his residence, 76 West Peachtree street. He had suffered untold agonies for several weeks past, but when the end came he fell asleep like a child. Since the Christmas holidays, when he was stricken by an attack of acute in digestion, Mr. Barclay had been in very feeble health, and for several days past his life had hung by a slender thread. Throughout the city innumerable friends have been eagerly awaiting the news from his bedside, with the hope that he would be spared to resume his great work of love and sympathy. No man in Atlanta has given a helping hand oftener to those in distress, and no one has oftener applied the balm of sym pathy to weak and wounded souls than this good man. There are countless hearts in Atlanta which have been warmed into life by his generous sympathy and have learned to love him for his splendid man liness, that will grieve to learn that he has gone. Born in Russellville, Ky., on May 24, 1542, he was a type of the best and most chivalrous manhood of the south. He was 66 years of age, anJ the earlier half of his life was spent Tn his native city, where he married Miss Lucy Allison, a friend and companion of his boyhood days. Thirty-five years ago he left Kentucky an<i made his home in Atlanta, where he soon made a large circle of friends In every part of the city. His first work here was with the firm of Wiley & Blyley, undertakers. He was admitted to the firm in 1879, replacing Mr. Blyley, and in 1892 he became senior member of the firm of Barclay & Bran don, a place which he occupied until his death. | The story of the founding of the Bar j clay mission on Marietta street, the first 1 services of which were held in a passen ger coach donated for that purpose by the Western and Atlantic railway, is in dissolubly linked with the names of Mr. ‘ Barclay and Miss Sue Holloway, an en i thusiastic co-laborer. The establishment of the mission was one of the greatest ..factors in all Christian work in that portion of the city, as it was a pioneer venture. Out of this humble beginning, but strongly nourished and fostered by it, has grown the broadly helpful free kin.- dergartens and the Sheltering Arms, whose influence has pervaded the whole city and has brought the co-operation of every Christian organisation represented here. The work of the mission alone is an enduring monument to its beneficent founder, whose sympathy and active co operation was given to every worthy charitable movement. Among the surviving relatives of Mr. Barclay are his widow, one. brother,. Mr. J. C. Birclay, of Louisville, Ky.; two sisters, Mrs. Sallie B. Caldwell, of Wake Forest, N. C.. and Mrs. Walter Hines, of Trinidad, Colo.; two nieces. Mrs. Alex Lynn and Mrs. Florence Millen Clarke, of Atlanta, and one nephew, Mr. Will H. Millen, of Atlanta. MOBILEIioTfHANGjT” NEGRO TO A TREE MOBILE, Ala.. Jan. 23.—The identity of the men ■ who composed the mob that lynched the negro Richard Robertson here early today will probably never be known and it is not likely the grand jury, will return any indictments. 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The lynching took place within half a block from the county jail and about 1 block and a half from the police station. The police on duty in the station hopsa were not aware that the negro had been lynched until notified by a newspaper man. A remarkable incident was that in less than twenty minutes after the man was hanged his body had been cut down and removed to the police station, the crowd disappeared as if by magic. Jailor Hugh Glllia who was on duty the county jail said: “We were not aware that anything like a lynching was going to take place and I was reading in the guard room, a door leading to the basement of the jail was opened as quick as a flash ar.d in stantly I was covered by two dozen re volvers. The men had entered the base ment and come upon me and the other deputy by surprise. I begged them to let the law take its course, but they were de termined and took the keys and forced me to go up stairs and release the negro. “It was utterly impossible, in the face of the mob, to show fight as I was at their mercy. My partner was covered and the other deputies who Were aslqep in the building were held in their beds’ at the point of revolvers until after the Jie gro was lynched. The keys were brought back to the jail and the men who had them thanked the jailers.” ' The scheme for entering the jail, which has a basement opening on the street, was so cleverly and quietly worked that there was no time for defense of the building. ALABAMA MAN DRAGGED TO DEATH BY HORBE MONTGOMERY, Ala., Jan 23.—A Russellville special says that Perry Malone was found dead In the road near Belmont, having been thrown by his horse. , . The bridle was wrapped about his legs, indicating that he had been drag ged. X
