Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1878-11-29

T more complicated than 1 expected. 1t
was a liquidation case. Day after day
j passed; the days ran into weeks, and at
last, after six weeks hard work and n
run 70 Chamouni, | was ON my way
home again.
Well done" was the verdict passed
upon my efforts, and was very welcome,
accompanied, rs it was, with il check
for fifty guineas
Call on me when | return to town,
said my friend, lin about FIVE weeks
time, and will tell you something |
think you will be glad to hear.
My thoughts Immediately flew 10
Rosie. Not that | had by any means
forgotten her; but now l was idle again
| | felt even more detected than ever.
/ Liquidation cases are not romantic
] was now ut liberty to Jon my
brother. telegraphed ut once, and at
I II o'clock that evening was knocked
up to take in the reply.
1t was short and to the point. 1t ran
thus: "Come along, old fellow; stay rs
long rs you like"
! went. lived with the detachment;
and what fun we had! Fishing in Il
fine river close by; cricket; IL little
shooting, for September was upon us
now; rowing up and down the stream,
and dining with the hospitable Irish
residents, made up the total of our days
after parade or inspection
One guest night-for we had our little
social parties occasionally--we were
sitting at the open windows, when the
sub of the party exclaimed
What glare there i. yonder, It's
II fire, l believe"
Bedad, you're right !" said one of
our guests. It's down by Sir Johns;
he has house full. ! hope its but the
house itself
Shall | turn out the pickett" asked
my brother, why, look, its increas-
ing; they may want assistance"
AS he spoke the flames mounted up,
and the lurid smoke rose high into the
glare above.
".Sound the iire-call and turn out the
pickets, Hamblyn,' said my brother.
Take the men down at the double.
Well drive over. Come along. Look
sharp
| hurried out for coat to cover my
diess clothes. of course, being in "
hurry, | was delayed. In the dark
CROPPED unsuccessfully, and at length
when crossed from my room found
that the others had driven oil in the
carriage our guests had come over in.
The sentry at the gate civilly, "shoul-
dered' his rifle rs passed, and in re-
ply to MY question, told me that the
captain and the whole party had gone,
leaving word for me to follow, if
liked.
"Ycs; but how?" They've taken all
the cars, sentry"
"Yos, sir; but there's the gig, sir.
"Whose gig
"The boat, sir. You can scull down
almost as quick as they'll drive, yer
honor"
"Goodw would pull down. 1t was
not far. the moon was still bright !
knew the river pretty well
No sooner thought than done. A
soldier from the guard-room came
across and helped me to launch the
gig.
That's big fire, sir; they do say it's
at tine Hall below. Poor creatures!
hope they'll all escape. All right, sir?''
replied in the affirmative. lie let
60 the painter, and with two vigorous
strokes of the light SOULS | was in the
stream. Fortunately ! knew almost
every turn and bend Of the fine river,
or should have more than once had il
very narrow escape, if ! had not been
quickly upset. Urged BY reckless
daring, ! sculled rapidly on alone.
Alone, al but for tie company Of two
good planks. Whence came they, and
whittier they were bound, did not
think; but noticed they kept close to
me-now whirling away, now IN the
dim light meeting, then dividing, turn
ing round, separating themselves, and
soon inclosing my SOULS, 50 as TO I'M
pede my way and endanger my safety.
They Rugged me 50 closely at last that
lay on my oars, and, clutched the in
trusivc boards, pulled them into the
boat, where, under the thwarts, they
exchanged dripping condolences as To
what they would do next. What they
did shall be told in due course.
"such great eHects from tTlVal causes sPIlhS.
The blazing house was now almost
visible. The reflection was caught by
the water just beyond me. On scud-
ded round the bend Of the bank, the
stream hurryjng me down, and now
have opened up the town reach. and
the burning and half demolished build
ing is cracking and roaring half n mile
OIL. The smoke, dotted with million
sparks, flies up to heaven, while
screams and cries and the roar Of fall
ing timbers ascend with them to the
lurid sky. Those tiny jets Of water
only serve TO aggravate the thirst in
that fiery throat, and not quench it; no
man can live near snch fire as TINT.