Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1886-03-28

his eyes. But he was patient with her
and said:
very well, dear, a. you like"
She drew herself up haughtily. could
have boxed her ears had she been my
girl. He was too gentle with her. Some
women don't value a man unless he is
pretty hard with them, and poor Mr..
Hemphill wasn't hard enough for Miss
Gladys.
She set off by herself, and he followed
her; the doctor and all the stable-men
had already gone. BillSwain came with
me. Round in the farm-yard the men
were calling out for help; and the coun-
try was up.
All the men turned out-servants,
grooms, boys, laborers. All hurried off
towards the plantation, where, beyond
the fir-wood, the flames, stirred by o
westerly wind, were already advancing
in their fiery progress. We had not got
clear of the high road before we could
perceive the flames high in the air, and
great rolling curls and puffs of smoke
rising over the tree-tops. Men with
branches Of trees, and spades and forks,
were running along the road, and then
up the lane towards the furze common,
which was well aligk.. The young trees
were standing out dark in front Of the
fire. II was a grand sight, and one /
shall not easily forget. A fine sight, in
deed, but terrible!
Beyond the belt of fame, in front OF
il, a number Of men were endeavoring
to cut away the trees and gorse so as to
deprive the fire of its fuel. Close behind
the flames, and at the sides, were men
with branches of trees beating the fire
out as well as they could. But more
than once they had to retreat, as the
tongues of fire darted suddenly at them,
and licked up the grass and gorse almost
under their feet. Three parties of men
were converging towards an old decayed
tree-a hollow dry trunk, as dry as touch
wood. In few minutes that tree would
be in the very heart Of the fire; nothing
could save it.
Then the wind suddenly changed, and
we saw the fire spread. We waited, and
watched the great towering flames. Mr..
Hemphill, the doctor, and other gentle
men came rushing up, darling hither
and thither, beating, calling, directing.
Mr.. Cardewe, at the head of the laborers,
was equally active. The fire was increas-
ing. The old solitary oak was doomed
Nothing could save it. Poor old tree!
Every one was sorry. 1t had been a
landmark for years and years, and was
called the Ladies' Tree" There was
some tradition, some old prophecy,
about it, as il marked Mr.. Anderson's
property where it was divided from Mr..
Hemphill's.
knew the legend well. 1t was to the
effect that when the tree was dead the
Hemphilfs would be childless-
"When passes away the Ladies' Tree,
No Babes in Hemphilrs hall shall be-"
The verse came into my mind, and ]
said to the ladies' maid, who had run
out with the rest to see the sight:
"a poor lookout for Miss Gladys!"
But we had no time to talk much.
The men, whether they believed in the
legend or not, We're doing all they could
to prevent the fire from reaching the
tree. They did not succeed. The flames
seemed to rush round, and even TO spring
from the tree itself. We cried out
Save the tree!" but no one could gee
near it, until the flames had united round
the trunk and utterly concealed it, Sc
fierce was this famous @bush-fire."
MY gracious me, Eliza, what's that
Look! There is something in the tree!'
! exclaimed. There is something alive!"
Sure enough, it looks like it," cried
Eliza. See, it comes out! It's a
woman"
A cry of alarm and horror rent the
air-a groan of anguish from all. The
figure was now plainly seen-the
woman was standing upon one Of the
lower branches, waving her hand wildly!
1t was Miss Anderson herself! She
was calling for help. Help, indeed! But
IL looked as IL no help could ever reach
her. / heard her voice plainly now; and
you will scarcely believe me-she was
laughing, a queer, wild laugh.
"Save her. Save herr screamed mer
and women.
But no one would venture. The flames
formed barrier impossible. Death
cruel death-awaited any one wh'
crossed the terrible belt of fire, which
roared and cracked like the furnace o.
ACKNOWLEDGMENT.
Mr.. Anderson spurred his horse reck
lessly toward the belt Of fire. The ami
NAL reared and nearly threw him. Mis-
Anderson had, as we supposed, got int,
the tree thinking herself safe, but sud
den shift of wind had carried the fame
toward her, and she seemed doomed.
@Five hundred pounds to the man VIII
will make the effort! Five hundred apiec
to any Of you!"
One man had not waited. A man wit
his nose and mouth tied up in wette'
handkerchief rushed through the smoke
1t was Mr.. Hemphill, true to the last
But his courage was of no avail. ID
nearly reached the foot of the tree, bu
fell. Three men rushed in, but only tw
reached him; the third, black an,
scorched, came out again staggering
blinded, burnt. The others did succee'
in reaching him, and at the peril of thei
lives dragged Mr.. Hemphill to the wind
ward side of the flames, which were still
roaring to leeward, as Charley said.
We were all silent and Mortified, whel
suddenly a loud shout came over tn
fields. A man, riding q beautiful blacl