Morning arose, and the Martins and the Goldschmidts were still in
the attic. Because of the possible and likely danger, they had to
stay in hiding, confined in the damp darkness of the attic. When
the first light of morning shone over the horizon, it barely
shone through the small window at the end of the long attic. The
window was dirty, and it would be safer if it stayed that way,
for anyone could spy on them with binoculars if the window was
Elizabeth was the first to wake that morning. She struck a
match on the floor and lit a half melted candle. She shielded the
flame with her hand and looked around. Mr. and Mrs. Martin had
found some old quilts and hand-sewn pillows and had formed
somewhat of a bed with the supplies. Mrs. Goldschmidt had done
the same. Ingrid laid huddled tightly in a corner with her four
sisters, and her baby brother was laid in an old box as a crib.
Jenny laid flat on the floor, and was quite a rough sleeper.
Johnny had went to sleep on the cold, hard floor; he would sleep
any way he could, and Elizabeth, she did the same.
Elizabeth waited for everyone else to wake, and by seven
o'clock, the attic was filled with low whispers and nervous
voices. The younger children were hungry, and baby Christian was
crying, Mrs. Goldschmidt trying calm her child. Everybody was in
need of a change of clothes and some had to go use the restroom,
but that last problem could be solved with an old bucket or pan.
Finally, Mrs. Martin pulled Elizabeth to the side and said
to her, "I need you to go into town and get us something to eat.
I know we have nothing to eat in the kitchen, so can you please
just get a three loaves of bread, a gallon of milk, and a small
bucket of water?"
"Yes, ma," Elizabeth replied. "But wouldn't it be too
Mrs. Martin hesitated, then said, "Go down quietly to your
room and fix your hair a different way. Then put on a tiny bit of
makeup in my room and that should be a good enough disguise."
"Yes, ma." Elizabeth tiptoed out of the attic, quiet as a
mouse. She did as her mother had directed, and quietly opened her
bedroom door. The slightest sound could set the dog to barking,
and if the dog barked, people passing by could hear, and know
someone was there. And if the shooter at the Goldschmidts' house
just so happened to be passing by, he might possibly break in and
do something terrible.
Elizabeth stood at the mirror, comb in hand, and thought,
Wonder who that could've been shooting at us last night. They got
no right to go around shooting and killing folks, to they've got
to be stopped immediately! What could I do to stop them?
She thought about going around to the Goldschmidt residence
to look for evidence, but quickly discarded the idea for the fear
of losing her life.
Elizabeth began to comb her long blonde hair. Once she
positioned it the way she thought was best, she took a hairpin
out of the drawer and used it to hold the hair in place. When she
was through, her hair was a braided coil, pinned to the back of
Next, Elizabeth went to her parents' bedroom to put on a bit
of makeup. She had never done so in her life, and couldn't help
but wonder what it would look like. She put on a light coating of
lipstick and a little blush, and a tiny shade of eye-shadow.
Elizabeth feared that it would look ridiculous, but when she
lifted her head and looked into the mirror, she noticed that she
slightly favored Lillian Gish.
Elizabeth then took a little bit of money, no more than
fifty cents, for the total price of the food she would buy would
cost less than forty. She slid the lone coin into her purse then
snuck out of the house. She looked around carefully as she made
her way towards the front door. If shooter followed the
Goldschmidts, Elizabeth, and Jenny to the Martins', he could have
somehow gotten inside. But that's not likely, Elizabeth thought.
She opened the front door. It squeaked slightly because the
door hinges were a little rusty. Elizabeth peeked outside and
surveyed the homes and yards of the neighboring area. After
seeing no sign of danger, she slipped outside and dashed towards
town in a hurry, so fast that no one would be able to catch up
with her, unless they had a better strategy to gain.
Elizabeth slowed her pace as she entered town. She calmly
walked down to the grocery store with a friendly smile on her
face, but on the inside, nervousness filled her mind as she
passed the people around her. Any one of them could be the
shooter. Any person that she passed could suddenly grab her and
hurt her in an instant. It was dangerous for Elizabeth to do
this. Trouble was everywhere.
Elizabeth bought the things at the grocery store that her
mother had told her to get: three loaves of bread and a gallon of
milk. She took them to the cashier and paid for them. The total
cost was thirty-five cents, and she received fifteen cents back
in change. Elizabeth took the grocery bags and headed for home.
When Elizabeth entered the small suburb in which she lived,
she didn't know that she was being followed. She was being
followed by the shooter, someone she knew and had met, but would
never expect to be such a horrible person.
When she reached her house, Elizabeth set the grocery bags
on the well platform. She went around back to the garden shed and
got a five-gallon bucket. She took the bucket back around to the
well and began to fill it with water. Elizabeth filled the bucket
about halfway, and when she picked up the bags and the bucket,
she heard a voice behind her say, "Elizabeth! What in the world
are you doing?"
Elizabeth was startled at the sound of the voice, but she
immediately knew who it was. "Samantha!" she said. "Go back home!
It's not safe here!"
"Why, what do you mean it's not safe...."
"Go home!" Elizabeth exclaimed, trying to keep her voice
low. "I can't tell you now! Just trust me, my family and the
Goldschmidts, we're in trouble. And I don't want you to be,
either. So, just go on and go home and I'll let you know when
it's safe to come back."
"Okay," Samantha said slowly. "But I am worried about you,
Elizabeth. You and Ingrid, try to stay out of trouble. Please. I
don't know what I'd do without you. It's bad enough that Tommy's
gone away. Can't loose you, too."
"All right," Elizabeth whispered sadly. She watched as her
friend walked away and back towards her own house. Elizabeth once
more picked up the bucket and bags and took them inside.
"Perfect. I know where they're hiding at now!" Henry Houston
rose from his hiding position behind the bushes. "I got to run
tell the boys!" He laughed and broke out into a fast run towards
town. Yes, Henry was the one causing all the trouble, and he was
about to cause more, and those hiding in the Martins' attic were
"All right, y'all, we gonna have us some fun tomorrow
Henry Houston and a large group of six to seven friends sat
in an alleyway between two buildings on Main Street.
"What're we gonna do?"
"Remember that technique at the Mount that night 'while
back?" Henry asked.
"Yeah," one answered.
"We gonna use it at some traitors' hideout," answered Henry.
A loud cheer went up from the small group. "Who're the
traitors?" one person named Todd Price asked.
"Girl named 'Lizabeth Martin. Her and her fam'ly's hidin'
some immigrant fam'ly up in their attic. Went 'round to that
immigrant fam'ly's home and shot the place up. Fam'ly come
runnin' outta there like scared chick'ns. Then they went 'round
to that Martin girl's house and they's all hidin' up in that
attic," Henry answered.
"Good," Todd replied. "It'll be easy to get 'em thataways."
A voice rose up from the group. It was Billy Taylor.
"Shouldn't we go and ask the Colonel about that first?"
"I'll do that," Henry replied. "It's all a part of my master
plan." He looked around at the group. "There's gonna be some
fireworks in the Rosedale suburb. A real exciting show..."
The Martins and the Goldschmidts sat in the attic feasting
on bread, water, and milk. The meal wasn't much, but at least it
would hold them over for a while.
After eating, Else and Gretchen found a set of jacks and a
rubber ball. They sat the game pieces up and played jacks while
Magda watched, Marlene took a nap, and Elizabeth, Jenny, and
"It's been almost a whole day since we came up here," Jenny
said. "I'll bet my parents are worried about me. I told them I
would be back this morning, and they're probably out looking for
me right now."
"Sure do wish there was a way we could tell them where you
are," Ingrid said. She stood up and began to pace around. "But I
guess it's just impossible."
"No. It's not impossible," Elizabeth replied. She said to
Jenny, "We'll think of a way to tell your parents." She looked
around, and then began to think it was hopeless, too. Then,
suddenly, she exclaimed, "I've got it! Hold on a second!" She
jumped up and hurried over to where Johnny was reading an old
"Johnny!" she said.
"What, sis?" Johnny asked.
"Can I get you to do something for Jenny. I mean, she needs
to let her parents know where she is and I figured maybe you
could do the job," Elizabeth answered, fingers crossed behind her
"Oh, no, 'Liza!" exclaimed Johnny. "I'm not getting caught
up in all your problems!"
"Please?" Elizabeth asked. "I'll do all your chores, plus
mine for the whole month!"
"Not good enough," Johnny snapped.
"Then for half the year, and I'll do whatever you want,
too," begged Elizabeth.
Johnny seemed to think for a moment, then slowly said,
"Okay, sis. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to run down to Samantha's and ask to use their
phone. Call Jenny's parents and tell them she's here with us, and
she can't come home until tomorrow. Tell them we're having
another sleepover," answered Elizabeth.
"All right. Ain't we going to tell Ma and Pa our plan?"
"Yes," said Elizabeth. "You weren't there last night when
that person started shooting, so if the shooter saw you, he
wouldn't recognize you. You're the only one who could go, that
is, except for ma and pa, but they've got to stay here and keep
an eye on things."
"All right," Johnny said as he went to inform his parents of
the Elizabeth's plan. "But don't forget our little deal."
"Okay. I won't," Elizabeth said.
Henry Houston sat in the jail talking to the evil Methodist
pastor. He was telling him of his plan for the following night,
known only to his friends and to himself.
"I was thinking about using that idea of your, you know, the
fiery cross," Henry said in a low tone.
"That'll be fine," replied the evil pastor.
"Good, then," said Henry.
"Now tell me, just where are you planning on doing this at?"
"Revelle Street. The Martin house. Girl there, 'Lizabeth,
her and her fam'ly's hidin' some immigrants up there in the
attic. I'm gonna teach 'em a lesson."
"Go right ahead."
"All right. I'd best be going to get things ready. Non silba
The evil pastor didn't reply.
Nighttime fell, and things were quiet in the attic. Baby
Christian and Marlene had gone to sleep. Elizabeth's plan to
inform Jenny's parents of where their daughter was worked. Johnny
made it back safely, and no trouble makers had followed him.
Elizabeth sat looking at an old photo album. She was tired
and wanted to go to sleep, but whenever she dozed off, she had a
Elizabeth turned a page in the album. These were pictures of
her parents' wedding and a family reunion. She didn't know most
of the people in the family reunion pictures, but she recognized
her parents, grandparents, and some aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Soon, Elizabeth got tired of looking at the old memories, so she
laid down to try once more to get some sleep. This time, she
drifted off to slumberland and dreamed of Atlanta the way it was
before all the trouble and danger came to town.
The next morning arrived quickly, and the birds were
chirping peacefully. The sun shone through the dusty attic window
brightly, and it seemed that today would be a perfect summer day.
Elizabeth awoke early. She was still tired from the night
before, but she stood up as soon as she yawned, and went to get
some bread and water.
Elizabeth noticed that the water was getting low, and that
the supply of bread would last a couple more days. She took two
pieces of bread and a dipper filled with water and sat back down
in her corner. She was getting tired of the same meal, and was
longing for a mini cake and some tea. Elizabeth finished her
bread and drank her water, then waited for her mother to wake.
She was going to see if she wanted her to go get some fresh
water. Finally, the moment came.
"Ma," she asked.
"Yes, Elizabeth?" said Mrs. Martin.
Elizabeth answered, "Ma, the water in the bucket is getting
awfully low, and I was wondering if I needed to go get some
"Let me see how low it is, first," replied Mrs. Martin. She
got up and went over to the bucket. The water was about four
inches deep, barely enough for two more dipper-fulls. "Yes," Mrs.
Martin said, "it wouldn't hurt to go get a little more." She
handed her daughter the bucket. "Be sure you dump this water out
before you get fresh water. And be careful."
"Yes, ma," said Elizabeth. She left the attic.
"Ready to have some fun tonight?"
Henry Houston and his friends were once again in the
alleyway, discussing plans for their 'show' that night.
"We sure are!"
"Okay, then," Henry replied. "I got the gas and the other
supplies stashed in a secret spot, near where we're meetin'
tonight. We'll be meetin' at the Martin place at ten o'clock
sharp, right there in the front yard."
"Sounds good to me!"
"Yeah! We'll have them traitors screamin' terrified!"
"Keep it down," Henry said. "Can't chance nobody hearin'
us." He looked around quickly, to be sure nobody was near. "Just
remember, we ain't leavin' that place 'till they learn not to
mess with the Klan."
At about nine thirty that night, Henry and his friends met
where the supplies for the meeting were. Henry had put them in
the Goldschmidts' deserted house.
"Now, Billy, Todd, Nathan, you three carry the cross. Dan,
you carry the gas and the torches. I've got the matches, the
rope, and the stakes. Christopher, Kenneth, and Ryan, you follow
behind," Henry ordered. He pulled his Klansman hood down over his
head and said, "Ready to go have some fun?"
"Ready!" was the others' reply.
Henry Houston laughed evilly. He was about to put an
unstoppable chain of events in motion. Danger was coming to