The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1865-10-26

white pants after regular soak !! thought
our farmer friend, glowering at the ele-
CANT city clothes before him.
Here a vivid flash of lightning and
loud peal of thunder aroused the Brown
ingites, while large drops of rain came
pattering down on the shining beech
leaves over them. A violent gust of wind
came roaring through the forest, bowing
down the tall trees like reeds, and filing
our little heroine with alarm.
'Oh John, what shall We do 2" she
| cried, clinging to his strong arm.
must hurry to Graves foundry. on
the Mardstown road it is the nearest
place of refuge. But first, Lalla, put my
! coat right over that foolish dress don't
want it one bit-its just in the way" re-
plied cousin John, buttoning the garment
over the dropping shoulders, and crush
ing, beyond hope OF recovery, the delicate
huted ruffles. .-..--.-.....
Drawing her hand through his arm, off
they started, leaving Mr. Davenport to
follow ct his will, which that gentleman
slowly did, with great damage to his slen-
| der boots and snowy pants.
AS the tall chimneys of the foundry,
belching out clouds of smoke, appeared
| through the trees, the rain ceased, altho'
| the skies still threatened another outburst; :;
and Mr. Davenport, joining The cousins,
compared the rain-drops on Lalla's hair to
dew-drops set 10 gold, and hoped she had
not taken cod. That bright color would
seem to say NO." but he saw the fair
throat exposed to the cool wind Might
he be allowed ? And. taking off his black
aud white silk scarf, he fastened it around
Laila's neck with the gittering diamond
pin.
"But you will take cold,' objected
Lalla.
ga thousand colds would be cheerfully
borne for the pleasure of seeing you thus
adorned by my hand" returned the law
yer, with an eloquent glance.
The little country girl was not proof
against such fattery.
allow different from Johns rough
wayst' thought she; then added, aloud,
! "Ccusin John, you may have your coat
| again; it hurts my shoulders"
Mr.. Davenport assisted her in taking
off the rejected garment, murmuring many
regrets for the ruined ruffles, and the two
the much-enduring John scowling after
| them.
Much enduring? Yes; for al the
time he could not divcst himself of the
feeling that the little coquette really, in
her inmost heart, liked him better than
she chose to confess.
The great folding doors of the moulding
room stood wide open to allow of fresh air
to the furnace-men toiling over the molten
iron. 1t seemed like some great cave In
the bowels of the earth, where sSarthy
demons glided to aud fro, while ever and
aaou harsh cry summoned them to re-
ceiVe the kissing, glowing iron, pouring
like liquid fire from great caldron; aud,
under all, sobbed the duh, heavy gasps of
the engine, like the iron king in living
agony.
"How can those men summon up their
courage to approach that boiling iron SO
closely 2" said Lalla. ''One drop OF 1t
would burn their very bones :"
"Oh! Miss Winslow," returned Mr..
Davenport, ''that requires only animal
courage of the lowest order-mere brute
force A truly intellectual soul would
scorn such an ignoble quality, and soar
riority To walk up to these fires, to at
tack any dangerous animal, requires but
vulgar courage. How much more noble
the true spirit of chivalry, the soul-felt
knight srrantry Of olden time y
Now, John had overheard this last ef-
fusion, and felt that it was aimed at HIM
self and the poor black snake. His wrath
was on the point of exploding, when the
large rain drops and heavy thunder chang
ed his feelings into anxiety for Lalla in
her thin muslin dress.
"You cannot stay in that sitting, dirty
moulding room, Laila," he exclaimed
"We must go up stairs into the mounting
room. Follow me /; this is the shortest
way"
On the other side of the foundry was a
long tramway, leading from the canal to
the third story, and used for dragging up
the newly made castings to the mounting
rooms above 1t was boarded over the
top and sides, lighted by an occasional
loop-hole, while through the centre ascen-
ded the iron track, leaving but an inch OF
two of space on either side. It was into
this species Of tunnel that John led the
way, as the nearest shelter and the easiest
mode OF reaching the mounting rooms
above. No thought of danger entered his
mind, as only the day previous he had
overheard the foreman say that they nc
longer used that long tunnel, as the track
was out of order Still nursing his wrath
John stalk ed on in front, while Lalla lin
gered behind with Mr.. Davenport, listen
, iny to his quotations from Schiller's "Sone
Of the Bell" and rewar6ing the speaker
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