Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-10-01

tons, ran BY yswning CULTS, ran past branching
galleries and arches, ran wildly, ran desparing-
~, ran elindly, and at last ran into the arms OF
the Fool of Five Forks.
In an instant she caught at his hand. "oh,
save him she cried; you belong here-voa
know this dreadful plsce; bring me 10 him Tell
me Nhete 70 80 and what e DO, 1 implore you!
Quick, he is dying! Comer'
de raised his ewes 10 hers and then, with a
suuuen CRY, dropped the rope and crowbsr he
was s snTtsi ~ and Teeled against the wall;
She caught at both his hands. brought her
race 70 hls With staring eyes, murmured "GOod
Sod' cyrus :" and sank upon her knees before
he tried to disengsge the hand that she wrung
with passionate ehtresty.
:" No. no. Cyrus, you will forgive me-you
VIII ierget me past! God has sent You here to-
Jay. 1ou VIII come with me-. You will-you
Save who " cried Cyrus hOarsely.
+" My husband +"
The blow was 30 direct-so strong and over
whelming-that even through her own stronger
ana more selfish absorption she saw Ii in the
face OF the man, and pitied him.
81 thought-yOu-knew-itl she faltered.
he did not speak, but looked 1T her with hxed ,
dumb eyes And then the sound of voices and
huTrying feet started her again into passio nate
life. She once more caught his hand.
so, Cyrus! hear me! II you have loved me
through all these years, you will not fail me
now. You must save him. You can! You are
brave and strong-you always were, Cyrus!
You will save him, Cyrus, for my sske-for the
sake OF your love for me! You WILL know it!
God bless you'll"
She rose as it to follow him. but at a gesture
of command she stood still. He picked up the
rope and crowbsr slowly, and in a dazed,
blinded way that, in her agony Of Impatience
ard alarm, seemed protracted TO cruel infinity.
Then he turned, and raising her hand TO his
lips kissed 1t slowly, looked at her again-and
was gone.
He did not return. For at the end of the next
half hour, when they laid before her the half
conscious, breathing body of her husband, safe
ard unframed but for exhaustion and some
slight bruises, she learned that the worst fears
oil the workmen had been realized In releasing
him, a second cave had taken place. They had
Sarely time to snatch away the helpless body OF
her husband before the strong frame of his res
cuer, Cyrus Hawkins, was struck and smitten
down in his place.
For two hours he lay there, crushed and bro
ken-boned, with heavy beam lying across his
breast, in sight Of all, conscious and patient.
For two hours they had labored around him,
wildly, despsiringly, hopefully, with the wills
OF gods and the strength of giants, and at the
end OF that time they came to an upright tim
Der, which rested Its base upon the beam.
There was q cry for axes, and one WAS already
swinging in the air, when the dying man called
to them, feebly:
don't cut that uprightp'
"Why?"
"It will bring down the whole gallery with
it."
"How?''
"It's one of the foundations of my house."
The Ak fell from the wOTkman's hand, and
with blanched face he turned to his fellows.
1t was too true. They were in the uppermost
gallery, and the "cave" had taken place di-
rectly below the new house. After a pause the
Fool spoke again moro feebly.
"The lady!-quick."
They brought her-a wretched, fainting crea-
ture, with pallid face and streaming eyes-and
fell back as she bent her face above him.
"It was built for you, ANNE, darling" he
said in hurried whisper, 'and has been wait
ing up Their for you and me all these long DAYS.
It's deed to you, Annie, and you must-lfve
there-Wlth HIM He will net mind that shall
be always near you-fOr it stands sboye-my
And he was right. In a few minutes later,
when he had passed away, they did not move
him; but sat by his body all night with q torch
at his feet and head. And, the next day, they
walled up the gallery as a vault, bat they put
no mark or any sign thereon, trusting rather to
the monument that, bright and cheerful, rose
above him in the sunlight of the hill. For they
said: This is not an evidence OF death and
gloom and sorrow, as are other monuments, but
IL sign OF Life and Light and Hope, wherefore
shall all men know that he who lies under it's
FOol!"