The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-03-06

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aroused.
The spell was broken; and who then
so reckless as the Cumberland men ?
Losford soon had to check them, and
assist the foreman to compel them to
underpin, and take other proper pre-
cautions as they worked. In time,
more focked from neighboring pits to
the spot, and the task was carried on
by gangs. Notwithstanding Mr.. and
Mrs. Goodwin's ]entreaties, the poor girl
most concerned would not leave; and
hour after hour, while seemingly count
less loads of earth were wheeled or car
ried from the deepening entrance, she
walked to and fro, or lay with Ger
trude's hand in hers on the wraps laid
in a corner formed by TWO walls. How
each shining worker was gazed at as he
came from the darkness into the blaze
of the fire and deposited his load!
Whoever worked by spells, the figure
Gertrude knew best did not appear.
But, when the faint lingering hope was
dying away, one of the other men Stay
ing in the house came quickly up to
Violet.
Miss Marston, do not be too san
guine. There is hope yet, however.
The fall is only partial, and he may be
in the main workings. Some of the
men fancy that they have heard him
knocking"
Violet made no reply. She was sob
bling on Gertrude's shoulder.
"Is anyone hurt?" asked the latter,
eagerly.
mo, hardly at all. few cuts from
stones"
Another hour passed, while the
crowd thickened and listened all breath
lessly to the dull, muffied sound of the
tools and the creaking of the barrows.
A fresh gang was at work, and they
came out more quickly. The sky was
growing gray, and mems faces looked
so, too, as the fire burned with a paler
light and the hilltops came out In cold
majesty.
Suddenly the tools ceased; a barrow
on its way out stopped inside the en-
trance. The crowd outside drew closer
and breathed more quickly, and women
hid their faces as the sound of low
murmuring voices came from the pas
Then a little crowd of men
pressed out, and in their midst Walter
Losford, stained and ragged, with the
form in his arms. He laid him
quickly on the wraps by the women.
The blood was trickling slowly from
the cut in his own forehead, and his
face, where it was not lead-grimed, was
pallid with fatigue.
He has only tainted, he said, as the
bent over the boy.
Just sol" said the latter cheerily.
"He only wants a glass of sherry"
Gertrude rose from the boy to thank
the bearer, her eyes dim with happiness.
But he had turned away.
"The worst time was Just before they
broke in. Gerty. i thought the earth
must fall again, or something happen
to prevent them reaching me-" confided
Bob to her when she visited him next
day in his room. The whole matter
was to Master Bob one of pure congrat-
ulation, and he spent his time in re-
hearsing a graphic account of the adj
venture for the benefit of his DANES
house. But that fellow Losford is no
end of a trump. He's been up to say
and i told him what an ass
I'd made myself about him. That's a
comfort. heard his voice first of all,
do YOU know, and Mrs. Goodwin says
that they wouldn't have got me out but
for him."
The likelihood of this alternative ap-
peared to give him unmixed satisfac-
ton.
II don't think they would" muir
INJURED Gertrude, eagerly presenting
him with a large bunch of grapes from
side-table. 7F1l get you some more,
Bob"
"You bet your boots they wouldn't.
It's a pity he can't climb. Fancy fell
low like that with what the doctor calls
constitutional yertigor [ can't make
it out"
And Bob fell into a brown study,
which passed into a doze, and thus re-
freshed he was enabled TO chatter with
out ceasing all dinner time.
Gertrude stole out of the room. and
running down stairs, found him in the
hall. He had mislaid q favorite stick,
aMr. Losford," she began hurriedly
standing before him, In she knew not
what attitude of pretty humility, Il
said something yesterday, the memory
OF which is burning me with shame.
1 can not forgive myself; but will you
say you do? Bob has made amends.
Let me do so. What a foolish girl said
can not have hurt your" she pleaded,
AS ne maue no answer.
Rather, should not have hurt me-
he replied gravely; "yet it did cruelty
Miss Goodwin. Bat for the chance oc.
curence Of last night you would BE-
thinking so still. 1t was ungenerous III
we'll as thcughtless."
Gertrude WINGED under each almost
contemptuous word. She had not bar
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