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taken to the fire and The snow brushed
from them.
who's them9' asked the host.
Only Kate Lockland aud her child
answered the fat man.
'Wha, dye bring 'em here for?' the host
uttered. angrily. why didn't ye take
em 10 your own house. Jim Drake7
Cause my house is too far
The host was coming around the bar,
and his eye was flashing with mingled
shame and anger. but before he got fairly
out. the stout burly teamster who had
said SO much. started up.
Mike Fingal.' he uttered, in tones
such as only man confident of his own
physical powers can command, don't you
put n finger on that woman. Don't you
do it. IL you do il. I'll crush ye as
would pizen spider!
Fingal looked the speaker In the eye
for a moment, and then muttering some
thing about mans having right to do
as he pleased in his own house, he slank
away behind the bar again.
now turned my attention to the wo-
man and her child. The former was sure
iy not more than thirty years of age. end
she was truly a beautiful woman--only
she was pale and wan. and her eyes were
swollen. She trembled fearfully. and
could see her bosom heave as she tried
to check the sobs that were bursting
forth. The child was girl about four
years old. She clung close 10 her moth
er, and seemed frightened almost into o
forgetfulEess of her cold fingers and feet.
'Kate Lockland, wha; in heavens name
are you doing out this night?' asked Jim
Drske.
oh was trying TO fnd your house,
Mr.. Drake, for knew you'd give me shell
ter. But got lost in the snow. !
would not have cried out in front of this
place, but my poor child did. Mr.. Drake
have you seen George? o. God. have
mercy on him! Poor, dear George! He
don't know we are freezing and etarving
in our own home! No fuel--no food
no
| ba ~ h.v s.tn
in a moment more George Lockland leap
ed to his feet.
who called mel he cried, casing wild
lv around.
| Kate sprang up instinctively, bu, er,
she reached her husband she stopped
The man saw her. and for while he wa
rivitei 20 the spot. Soon he gazet
around upon the scene about him. anC
gradually look of intelligence relieved
the utter blank Of his hitherto pale snt
maniac face.
mo fuel no food!' he whispered. gsz
ing now upon hiswife. Starving! Go,
have mercy! Who was it said thes
words1 Where am r.
'George' George3' cried the wife, nov
rushing toward. and hinging her arm
about her husbands neck. Dent vol
know me?'
kate! No FIRE! Here's fre!'
'Ay. George Lockland,' said Jim Drake
now starting up; this ain't your home
Don't ye know where you arsf'
Again the poor man gnzed about him
and as q fearful shudder convulsed hi
fra me. and his hands involuntaTily closes
over his eyes. l knew that the truth hst
bursted upon him.
No fuel! no food' he groaned.
'Oh, SIR whispered the wife, catchin,
Drake convulsively by the arm. TAKE
us away from here, do
But you're cold, Kate
| mo, no, no. It's only little way ts
your house. shall die here!'
| will you 90 home with me. George?
Jim asked of the husband.
| ANY where! grasped the poor man.
%. my God. No fuel!-no food!--
Kate are you hurt?'
i But the wife could not speak. and a,
soon as possible the fat old villager had
the lantern in readiness. and half a dozel
went to help them.
Come he said. read George one Of
you. You take Kate-you are stoutel
than land will take the little one.'
This last was spoken to the stou,
teamster. and he took the wife in hi.
arms, as though she had been an infant
Its only few steps, said Drake. al
he started to go. Ill send your lantern
back Mike F,ngal.'
And with this the party left the bar
room. went to the window and saw
ihem wading off shrough the deep snow.
and when they were out Of sight | turn
ed away. The host came out and began
10 explain matters; but was sick enough
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