Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-10-30
his family was In flames.

INTO MS clOGnlnS anu ruSueu OUT Oh Tile
building; kathleen is in peril. Twill
save her, though die for it."
With the speed of the antelope he
ran across the intervening space. He
was the first to arrive.
"Har' he muttered, ''these insane
people will think l have applied the
torch to their house. Fools! fools!
A window opened in the second story
and the young Kathleen looked out.
She recognized the presence of her
lover.
Edgar" she cried, in low, quiet
voice, .'do not fear for me. The fire
is below Go to the window that looks
out on the garden, and break through
it. 1t reaches to large pantry. Open
the door opposite that window, and you
will there find my father. He is a
heavy sleeper. Remove him before the
smoke or the flames reach him. God
bless you, darling. When you have
him clear from danger, call me.''
The building was old, and the old tim
Der in it as dry as finder. Before Ed
gar Fitzgerald could reach the window
indicated by the intrepid Kathleen, the
flames, with q loud roar, swept up the
lower corridor, and were licking at the
panels of the door behind which Mr..
Fawcett was reposing, of course uncon-
scious of danger.
Edgar leaped through the window.
On opening the entrance opposite, he
ran to the bed in which the old gentle
man was. Not stopping to awaken
him, Edgar raised him in his strong
arms, and retreated as he had entered.
He was not a moment too soon. As he
retired long forks of flame had eaten
their way through the closed door on
the corridor, and were already dancing
with the curtains that inclosed the old
fashioned bedstead.
Fitzgerald ran to the summer-house
in the garden, and there placed his
charge on a long bench. There he
slept as soundly as if he had not been
removed from his comfortable mattress
of down.
Nov for Kathleen" muttered the
lover. perhaps she's in danger. My
God, l hear the flames in the lower
hall! Ha! see they have run up the
stairs-where Kathleen isr'
The thought and sight maddened
him. He rushed to the front of the old
building. There he found number of
the Fawcett faction. These, on seeing
him, began to cry out that he must
have, in revenge. fired the house.
"Foolsr' he hoarsely shouted, edo
not stand there lowering at me. Help
me to save the people within, and then
do with me as you will. Kathleen +!
Kathleenr'
There was no response to his cry.
''My Godr' he groaned, 'she will
perish-perhaps has already been de-
stroyed! Help! Help me, menu
His quick eye caught a. ladder lying
near the barn. He ran to it, and drag
ing it, he brought it to the front of the
house, and, by main strength, succeed
ed in raising it against the window from
which his idol had addressed him.
In moment he had mounted the lad
der. On gaining the window, he leap
ed into the room in which Kathleen
slept. When he had disappeared, one
or two of the Fawcett faction ran toward
the ladder, crying:
Lets throw this down, and let the
villain perish in the flames of his own
making"
But three or four of the peasant wo-
men, who had been attracted by the
burning" protested and drove the
scoundrels away from the front of the
house.
kathleen Kathleenr' again cried
Fitzgerald, as he pushed his way
through a dense volume of smoke that
came up from below. Kathleen!
Kathleen! my darlingr' he groaned;
''where are you? Speak to me, my
love-
She heard him not.
The young lover pushed toward the
centre of the chamber. His feet STUN
bled over something, and he would have
pitched forward if his breast had not
struck against bedpost. He stopped,
and with cry of joy, followed by one
of terror, he touched the PROSTATE, in
sensible form of his Kathleen. He
raised her in his arms and staggered
toward the window.
II have her-I have herr' he shout
ed.
Regaining the ladder with his
precious burden in his arms, he was
about to descend, when sheet of
flame leaped from the window and
struck him fairly in the face.
80, God! save men' he groaned.
Shield herr
He reached the ground. Kathleen
was unconscious, but unhurt The
women gathered around her, and car
her to place of safety.
One or two of the more humane of
the men, who had witnessed the heroic
conduct of Fitzgerald, now came for
ward to assist him. These noticed that
his face was black and burned TO
crisp.
30, help. help mer' he moaned.
''Will some one give hand? l am
blind. The fire has melted my eyes out
of their sockets
Again the men looked in his face.
Yes, the young giant, like Sampson,
was harmless now. He was, as he said,
deprived of sight.
The poor fellow was taken to his
home. There a physician was summon
ed, who dressed his wounds. He ex-
amined his eyes, and shook his head
gravely. Edgar Fitzgerald, he said.
would never see Gods light again. For
MANY weeks he was confined to his