The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1886-12-16
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was in huge iron pot which some
workmen were swinging by crane in,
to place to pour, when chain parted
and the molten mass was spilled onto
two of the men. killing them instantly"
what did tell you. Parker, what
did tell you?" asked Mr.. Giles in an
excited manner. Didn't say it would
bring evil? Here are two good lives
sacrificed, and there may be more.
There may be more.
"They will try again next week, p"
said the clerk.
'They had better stop right where
they are. They had better STOP" an
swered Mr.. Giles.
Mr.. Parker had nothing further to
say at that time. He was much affect
ed, and began to fear, that perhaps Mr..
Giles was right. But ON that day two
weeks he had forgotten his fears and
entering st. Agnes Inn said: 'The
bell is here, and will be hung to-mor-
row. 1t is SO large we must build a
scaffolding and take it up outside of
the tower, and let it down through the
roof You must come and see us hang
it. There will be fire in the church
stove to keep your fingers warm"
THE shadow of the church shall
never fall on me after the bell is on the
ground" said Mr.. Giles. but l will
be there"
That is right, Giles. Come and
hear the bell ring out merry laugh at
your fears"
The next morning the bell was depos-
tod Of %bo foot Of oNoc tCvror onA
the men who had gathered at the
church were warming themselves at
the fire inside, waiting for those who
had not vet come. When Mr.. Giles
came he did not go near the church,
but stood some distance from the tow
er. looking upon the bell in half
frightened manner, as though it were
some brass-jawed and iron-jawed wild
beast ready to spring on him. To Mr..
Giles it was not senseless mass of
metal, but the incarnation of Slas
Humphreys evil deeds. He was
frightened at the very thought of its
blasphemous voice calling Gods wor-
shippers together. He was startled by
the cheerful voice of Mr.. Parker be-
hind him.
Come, Giles" said Mr.. Parker,
'don't stand here freezing this cold
morning, but lend hand, and we will
have the bell, in place in no time.'
mo, Parker, no! Not 1, WOULDN'T
touch hand to the thing for all the
royal treasure.
Then stay where you are. and in
half an hour you will see the bell swing
ing, and hear its voice laughing at you,"
Mr.. Parker said as he went towards the
church.
Mr.. Giles stood looking at the bell,
while the men prepared to put it in
position. Mr.. Parker took his place at
the top of the tower beside an i'm
promptu crane which had been erected
with its projecting arm reaching beyond
the wall, and holding suspended a rope
which was to raise the bell. All was
made ready. One end of the rope was
secured to the bell, while the other,
which had been run over pulley on the
crane above, was fastened to a windlass
on the ground. Eight men seized the
arms of the windlass and walked slowly
around with it. The bell began to rise
and was soon swinging clear. Higher
anu III WCul, WulIC IAIs dl hCl
above allowed the rope pass between
his hands, and gave directions to the
men below.
Mr.. Giles stood speechless, shading
his eyes and watching this monster Of
bell suspended between earth and
sky. The thought came into his mind
that such should have been the fate of
Silas Humphrey.
The bell reached the top of the
tower, and slowly rising was soon
above It, MIR. Parker took a firm hold
of the rope with one hand and called
for help to swing the bell over the par
apet, that it might be lowered to the
bearings prepared for it. He looked
down to Mr.. Giles, and waved his
hand exultingly. Was it only imagi-
nation that caused Mr.. Giles to think
the crane was vibrating, or was it actu-
ally moving? He thought he saw it
leaning toward the church and Mr..
Parker appeared to be us ng his strength
to stay it. 1t was no Imagination.
The crane was topping and being drag
ged by the weight of the bell. What
was Mr.. Parker's strength compared
with the gravity of that mass of brass?
Nothing. The fastenings once loosened
| twenty men could not have held it. 1t
must 90. Mr.. Giles saw this, and cried
out with alarm. The men below jump
ed from under, and the ponderous bell
and rope and crane swung partly
around, with Mr.. Parker still clinging
on. He loosened his hold, but toe
late. He had been dragged beyond his
balance, and conscious man went down
with senseless metal. Not onto the
ground, but onto and through the
church roof. The men rushed inside,
and cry of ''fre!'' was raised. The
bell had struck the stove, crushing il
to the floor and scattering the burning
Goals, which lighted the surrounding
wood. Soon the church was iille6
with smoke and flame. Water came
too late. The church was doomed
The men could not do nothing but
stand by and watch the devouring
flames destroy the temple of worship
and leave nothing standing save a few
jagged pieces of wall.
II told you so, told you so,'' said
Mr.. Giles. Poor Parker wouldn'1
believe me, and now where is hei
Dead! His life sacrificed and the church
destroyed, all on account of the &C
cursed bell, which l knew could bring
only evil.''
When the fire subsidized Mr.. Parker!
bones were found beside the bell, which
was cracked from rim to top, and LAY
half-b buried In the ground. Not mar
was found who would touch it. There
it was left among the ruins of st
Agnes on the ground it had cursed
And there it lies to this day, amid desc
lation to be avoided. especially afte
nightfall excepting by the ghost 0
Sifas Humphrey, which is to haunt thu
spot, and with its skeleton hand t,
nightly strike the hour Of twelve Of
the almost voiceless bell. - Chicago
Herald.
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