The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1874-04-16

Mary, Mary! where's The yosueua.
Mary stopped rubbing Der nve-, ua
stared YaaaIjy al JJm fora mameats
thea she uttered a piercing scream, aaa
attempted 60 enter ,be bgnMaE ha.dHe
again. The intense bcH, however, drove
her back; end sbc s.aoa La uaut ol laa
crowd with a Gerce, bope.os, glare lu Aag
eyes, while every few saeauas She uttered
a horrible cry, hall gr.sn, ha'f 2ti,
which nadc oven the most koy-h.r-
dcucd incu shiyer and tau fala
A haudred dollars for wboeyeFli gal
/ that baby shouted the Major.
Nobody stirred. They were louly Of
inpeeuuious men at Spurtip, but uoue
seemed inclined TO earn money lueNae.iy
this manner
Two hundred cried the professor
Three hundred roared tac deacon.
! rs little heaIhcn, sna Ii rua. 81 donble
risk.
/ faint no use trying. remarked Seven
tceucr, au eX-memher OF an eastern Gre
department. No lclicr could llye iu that
erc fire moren half minute llc'd
have to breathe, aud tIee 81 would bee "a !
/ up with him
/ That you yelling over loss. JIM
I pleasantly asked Joe Backsey, clgng iH-
to the crowd, aud pattiug the unfortunate
barkeeper oH the back
/ It's lujun Mary; her baby's in The loit
/ 0, Lord, just listen 10 the poor devil
said jim, as Mary uttered another cry.
/ Joe picked up bucket of water and
/ poured it over himselGaud up the blazing
ladder W hich led TO the loft Not q maa
spoke; il seemed that ne one brca'hed
for a moment. The deacon closed his
eyes, aud his hps were seen TO move rap
| Idly; aud many men, thongh, unused to
such exercise, f)lI-wed the deacou's cX,
ample. Suddenly mighty roar broke
| from the crowd as Joe Backsey, hatlcss,
hairless, beardiess, auI almost black, en-.
erged from the the blazing building with
dirty bundle IN his ariHs. tie had
yearly crossed the street when suddenly
/ he stopped, screamed, Catch i'll threw
the child aud dropped face downwards
on the ground.
The deacon was by his side in an in.
,tant, shouting for water aud oil, as he
tenderly turned the iusen>bIe form over.
No go, said Seyeutecner, giving Joe'-
face a critical glance. Hes brcalhed the
fire; know it by his lips aud nose; be
won't never breathe nothing else.
Joe, Joe! cried the deacon, while big
tears fell from his rugged face, God have
mercy on vour soul,
From beneath the cruelty singcd eye
brows and lashes, Joe's good-naturcd
eyes opened; bis cracked lips opened ana
smiled; he tired 10 speak, but Suddenly
he gasped, shiyered, aud then the deacon
knew by lhe way DOES head hung over
| the kind Old arm that supported it, that
his partner lad drawn his last dividend
/ For some minutes the crowd St0-d in
respectful silence; then Jim Siipsou iu-
vited the crowd 10 open his few remain
| lug bottles, and drink deep to Joe's good
luck in the next world. a strctcher was
then improvised, aud Joe was carried TO
the office of the Quickledge Company
There was no formal laying in state;
there was not single fJwcr lying on
the cataialque; but men Of all degrees
crowded TO sec what remained cf the
hero; aud many of them when they
went away showed the first indications
of soal that had ever been seen in tbcir
faces.
The three partners sat down TO supper
aud gazed sadly at the empty chair. The
Mo aor finally broke the silence.
a christian couldn't have died more
uobIy, said he.
Christian! exclaimed the deacon. The
pubicans and harlo,s shall 20 into The
kingdom 'foreyou-and me! We only
offered our money while be gave his life.
Blessed be the promise, said the proles-
sor, Give and il shall be given unto you.
Joe gave his lite; can We believe he viii
get anything lass IN return:
1 II burnt offerings will make an atone
ment now-a-days, said the seaeon, he,
done his best; aud nobody conld do an
more.