Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-17

had slept and played when they we're lit.
tie boys.
.That will do, Nick The Captain
put on his cap. Well drop the subject
now, If you please. was mistaken
Good by
! Mr.. Harbour waited moment irreso-
lutely. Where are you going now?'
he called roughly.
"To the shop in the village They We
some capital Bourbon there. feel like
going on big drunk to- night
"Stop!" walking to his side. ssI'll see
you in the morning. and pay your way to
New York. I'll send you stated sum
monthly, as long as you remain there
"No. I'll take no more money from
you, Nick" with a quietness which start
led his brother, and curionsly added to
his irritation. It won't take much to
buy whisky enough to make an end of it.
"What do you mean?"
But the captain, with his half-soldierly,
haf-drunken strut, was already out of
hearing, crossing the meadow
The young clergyman watched him.
There was whisper in his heart-aIf
thy brother sin against thee, thou shalt
forgive him. Until seventy times seven .
He adjusted his hat patiently, told HIM
self there was never so worthless sot on
Gods earth, so damnable an incubus on a
decent mans life. Which was probably
true enough. Nicholas had been sorely
| tried and had borne his trial with patience
| for years.
The meadow wasa stretch of dark deep
weeds: one or two old cedars grew in the
center, and then gloomy shadow.
Mr.. Harbour suddenly remembered its
name, The Cedar Pasture. What was il
that he had heard of an old shaft sunk for
IRON, and not properly covercd9 What il
poor Jack should fall into it! He started
to run after him, and then stop. SUDDEN
ly.
bah, He's not born to that sort of ill
luck. III send him to New York to-mor-
Irow, and remit to him regularly. He'll
I live to a goodly old age, to blacken nv
life"
He turned and walked toward the town
skirting the field. His pace was angry
and hurried. Capt. Harbour paused and
looked back at him. In the red evening
glow the figure crossing the dreary field
stood out clear and dark.
"And that is my mothers son. nut.
tered John bitterly, "and my last chance
He heard stit1ed cry, and stared with
amazement over the vacant meadow The
dark figure was gone.
III news flies fast in village like Kerr's
Ford. In ten minutes there were excited
groups crowding from all points to the
cedar meadows, and everybody knew that
the minister had fallen into the old shaft
They stood about the black gap from
which the brambles had been torn away
oy his fall, with pale faces, saying little
| No vulgar pretension or malicious sheer:
now. Here was genuine grief, genuine
human telling. The women, black and
white, stood apart sobbing, silently
/ Only such men spoke as had some pract
ical suggestion to offer-the Judge anG
the young Hollis and Burwells. The mer
of fashion Of the village, with their coat:
off, worked under Piumer the blacksmith
orders. They had rugged up pulley tc
let rope down.
! Col. Caldwell, on his knees, shouted
into the hole: "Mr. HARBOUR
No answer.
sDo you hear me, sii!'
/ The silence was Ike death. The
women shuddered.
"Could the first fall have killed him?'
said Caldwell, looking up to DR.. Peters
I "Hardly. The shaft is narrow. His
fall would be broken
"Docs anyone know how deep it is2,
Old Mr.. Holt pressed forward. 81,
was reckoned sixty feet in my time"
There was young girl standing apar
from the others. She noticed that the
men unconsciously spoke in whispers, a!
in the presence of the dead She came
nearer.
'sHe is not Dead" she said. "Goc
could not do that. Lower the rope.'
They did so. The iron bar at the enc
knocked against the sides, the stones anc
clay ratified down. But no other sounC
came up from the yawning pit.
The Judge leaned over "AIr. Har
bour! If you cannot speak, take the rope
and give it a jerk
There was moment of absolute silence
but the rope hung loose.
The Judge stood upright. "We are toe
late DOCTOR
"No, no. We forgot The shaft is, nc
doubt, full of foul gases. The man i!
Supplied. A bunch Of hay, quick!'
The hay was lighted ana sent down Il
was at once extinguished.
II told you so. More, more! We
must burn it OUT
They began to let down burning bun.
dies Of it. The process was slow; the
hay had to be brought from distance.
'In the meantime" said the doctor
Harbour will die. Somebody must &C
down.
! Not man spoke. In the digging of 8
well, year before, three laborers hac
been killed by the fire damps. They had
all seen their limp bodies as they were
dragged out. The horror of it was upon
them still.
Somebody must 60" said Caldwell
looking around feebly. A woman laic
her band upon his arm. "You? Poo
child! What could you doc Mother
take Miss Clevedon away. This is M
sight for her. Come! come! Who is go