Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 12, 1913, Page 2

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S5 It has been sald, & * “A {ool is 2 mortal who is wise too late,” i And again, i “Ye¢ may hope for the best, that's prey t ARE YOU AINPLY TR 0 R * It will eost you nomore to have ap -y .y N I sole busi lave my per Ilire Ingarance is m Your h”:-n« s will mal arter ' "! lumm. Phone 30 § DPDER0E 0 LR A THE EVEN,NG T.“J.-"EGP.AJ, L.sKlaLAND, FLA., APRIL 12, 1913. OQPOFLHER o PO ROHOBDEOPOE P 2 ¥ 2 g g b .4 v} B0 Zonp [=f 2nl Lul 2ud el Sleg P -y ‘,QO‘ & WHEN WE, FURNISH YOU & THE BEST IS NONE T00 GOOD~ IF EN- HAR&[JBJ‘ & “Ins GRAVED BY , CORRECT" MANUFACTURING ENGRAVERS LOUISVILLE, KY,U.S.A. WE ARE, THEIR EXCLUSIVE AGENT'S FOR THEIR EXCLUSIVE LINE. Full line of Dennison ¢ Gift Dressings; also Gibson Art Co's !Ed Specialties, Holiday and Fancy Goods, 1oys, Etc, R. L. MARSHALL CONTIEACTOR AND BUILDER Vil fumaish ple o and speeifications or Wil follow suy plams 2ad «regiflestions furnishes £ TG ALOWS A SPECIALYS (% me ter you seme Laksisad komes ! kave buily | ecund, the deep, [ARY'S ?iRST lflVE | Acciddent 7: a L.me Is ihe Means ' Quarrel, i ' BY 4. M, EGBERT, The clangi: 7 bell had r.us~d the couniryside. 1t v as no unaccustomed dull reverberations which called the muon to work in the gray hours of morni.;, struck sharp- ly for the noon recess, ¢ :d tolled niors soberly—as it seemed—at s'x, wlen the day’s toil was over. Buu those three sharp staccato calls, the seconds of silence, and again the three brazen alarms meant only one thing: “There had been an accident at the mine. It had been a fancy of old Penny-| a man to place a bell at the pit head in place of the accustomed whistle— perhaps because, in that overcrowded factory and mining region, whistles were too plentiful to be readily dis- tinguisheble. Dut for five years the bell had tolled each day, and never be- fore had the three threatening calls resounded. “Nine men cut off by fire damp,” ran the word, and everyone Kknew what that meant. Volunteers were already below, searching among thel ralleries for the unconscious vietims of that deadly outpour of asphyxiat- ing gases from the clefts and seams. One weoman stood apart from the rest; unlike the rest, too, she had no child. She was an American, barely thirty, one would have said; she stood {rembling, but with averted eyes. She had no wish to look down into that inferno. One of the guards ap- proached her. He bad not seen her tor three years. “You, Mary!"” he stammered awk- wardly. “Why don't you go home? Uverything will come out right.” She raised her heunted eves to his. “John, is my- my hus'and down there?” she a: «d quie v, :nd he bowed his heac L Three years before John Pascoe and Mary Evans had been sweet- hearts. Their marriage day had been | set, even the house furnished, when He Fcit His Lungs Bursting. | the bitter quarrel zrosy which had de- Ustroyed their lippiness. The cause rivial, as often happens, but the rrel Lecame the harsher. Words T ed—and Mary threw {le ring into & foce. N¢ oo baek to me,” she said os sha turned away. She waited for ! it John Pascoe never dil »Weich obsdinacy in L waited for the ce 1 | had denre all but ¢ { he had not done tht, i 18 | he knew that the first blow would never bo repeated. Mary weuld have left him long since. She could not bear to think that John would know how dizastrous her adventure had been. She hid her ! wounds and passcd, in the eyes of her little world, as a docile, submissive wife. - John Pascoe knew the Pennyman | mine like a book, for he had toiled in fts multitudinous galleries for years before old Pennyman, struck by his ! build and air of refinement, had made him one of the guards—a privileged { post. He seldom met Sturgis. { “Is my husband down there?” Mary | had asked, and John Pascoe was si- {lent. He bowed his head in afirma- | tion. “There's the elevator bell,” he ex- claimed suddenly. “The volunteers must be coming up with the bodies— I mean the survivors,” he said clum- sily. “No doubt your husband is among them, Mrs. Sturgis. Will you wait here while I go and see?” For an instant her eyes met his, and he saw the agony in them. Even | in his despair that involuntary glance | sent & thrill through him. Mary still j cared, then, even as he cared; he read her soul aright; there was no doubting. A hme it matter, so 7 lo him? his way through frantic women, the screaming, them back as gently as was and made his way through the ghards 1 ole, ‘to the pit head. The elevata Jnst emefging out of the ea w3 ! a breath, he & men with the—five living men. But 9 there was no Sturgis there, His demands elicited no ln!orm tion. Nobody had seen Sturgis. & Four of the victims and three of = the volunteers still remained below. - In that gloomy, subterranean world, di-organized by the fact that the ex-' plosicn had occurred at closing time, ' when all were making for the mouth of the shait, it was each for himself. Non» knew where his comrade lay. As the elevator waited at the en- trance Pu:coe and half a dozen more volunteers ¢''mh~d in. The button ' fi was pressed and the cage shot toward & the earth. | ! 1 It halted where the slope ceased, and the men disappeared in the gloom, not hear them. They knew the scene of the accident—but he was bent upon ' shouting to one another. Pascoe did i single quest. He ran lightly overl the masses of fallen slate and shale which choked the entrance to Sturgis’ | . new heading, and them, crouching, '’ made his way cautiously under the /. overhanging, untimbered rocks. Far behind him tiny electric lights twink- led, a cluster of fairy lamps, but their . light did not penetrate into these sub- terranean recesses., Sometimes Pas- coe, advancing now at a snailis pace, with arms outstretched, colliced with boulders, sharp of edgze and jagzed of tooth, which bruised and cut bim; then again he was climbing upon masses of disrupted cliff, blasted by Sturgis and not yet removed from the Fa irregular gallery. i Then, just as Pascoe found the nar~ rowing tunnel too small to permit fur | | ther progress, he heard a feeble .!I'j ’ swer to his cry. He turned and groped | & his way toward the source of lt.l stumbled over a body, and found him- | self kneeling at Sturgls’ side. i “Thank God!” he shouted with the joy that comes to all men who are’ given the saving of human life. At that moment he forgot Mary, forgot ; “e yee's of glow cruelty, the useless- | v £9 of tha pan 'vin~ at his feat, | whk s cetl v ovid ¢ ve back the joy of living to both of them. “Are you hurt, Sturgis?” he shouted. miner answ'r. \. aohody shouted ‘fire damp’ ut tic cud of the galiery, ane ot oov . to soo I opassed neor somwebody’s fuse. The dog had left it T 1 & TR 4 1 “My legs are brrken, I think,” the ‘& burning, and taken to his hecls. I got the charge and the rock. Who are you?" : Pascoe did not reply to this ques- ing. Ready? Now!” Sturgls groaned as Pascoe raised him, and his legs trailed uselessly. Puscoe forbore to touch them; thus the labor was alinost intolerable. He fought his way al t by inches out of that inferno ur the twinkling tiehits in the distance began to sepa- Pk R O RO We Won’t Sacrifice but we are always studying how to Increase The Quantir We give the “most now but we are anxicus ¢ more. Phone us and|prove it. Best Butter, per pound ....w . eeo... o Snowdrift, 10-pounl peilv . . e ..iimiiiieniiiimia L] 3 cans family size Creamw 1-2 barrel best Flour.... 12 pounds best Flonr.. .. e coovviimemoneiieiiem & Picnic Hams, per ponmd .. . ... ....... Al Cudahy’s Uacanvassed Haxa. . Octagon Soap, 6 for.. ...... ( round Coiee, per pound. .. § gallons Kerosens ... &, 0. Tu 4; E T tion. “I'm going to hoist you on my 33 i A Fo back,” he said. “Get your arms - e e round my neck and bend your head o the level of mine, to avold UMD pE@ReDEUE0SIEOSOROSOIOLD LOH0E0HOIOTOHOHOIH 16 0 IF YOU ARE !THINKING OF LUILDING, &)1 MARSHALL & SANLCEKS The Old Rcliable Contracicrs Who have hun building hovses in Takelond for yon s » and the central gallery ap who never "FELL DOWN? or failed to give satistuct o peared. All classes of build gs contracted tor Mlenoyr FHe was-almost upon it when sud- 5 pesidences built by this fitm are evicgrees of thorl denly bis tongue sccemed to fill his 3 make good. throat; he could not breathe. He & heard the man on his baek cry once ¢ € / . T € and begin ¢ ;. Pascoe Lknew 3 ,»'A RSHA LL & ~ A P\ L L ,\ N well what 1 ned. They had run into & strotum of fire damp, which \ Flone 228 Eiuc had filternd ou of its gallery into the 3 BBOBOTO T Or O & per e SN X central pussoge, Purple in the face, unabdle to draw cred on with an ef- mman. He felt his lungs b ;; then all at once he was draving in great gasps of air again, and tho distant shaft appeared, a glimmering thing, ghostly in the obscurity He €id nct dare set Sturgls down, for the o vy fire damy isht be upon them at ¥y moment azain; be- gides, the n in his inju ul lezs would b e handli gharp inta! of br onward. lie Iad when th again. He felt l The 1i; ! swingjng It fort almost p was upon him s leaving him. -tance changed into le knew that he could go no further. Very gently he fell to Lis lne ctting Sturgis’ body slide off his back upon the ground. His last thoughts would be of Mary; he thanked God that he had been per- mitted to sce her once again. He thought he heard a distant call, and tried to shout, but his mouth only opened aimlessly. Not a sound came from his closed air-passages. But it was at that moment that a fresh body of volunteers swung into the gallery; at the same moment, too, | one of those faint stirrings of air which take the place of wind in the mines, hurried the thin gas into the | heart of the workings. The newcom- | # ers fell over the bodies and bore them | to the elevator. Ten minutes hter' Pascoe opcucd his eyes on earth. At first he could only see the strug- gling crowd at the pit head, and then, | between the patches of moving color, | he made out an interposing figure that bent over him. He looked up, to sce Mary's face, and all at once he remembered. “Where is he?” he cried, struggling :t hclpless against her gen- “I found him, Mary; I a to the central gallery. “Huzh " said Mary. Even now her {0o¢ was emotionless. She showed n r gorrow nor joy. But in her eycs w that lizht again and his being thrilled in r(-ponse to “Where is he?” he cried eagerly. "I must go back if he Las not bean res- cued. =" “He is here,” Mary answered. “He is dead, John.” Then be knew why she had neither thed ‘mor wept. 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