The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-12-31

she quoted. taking hold of his arm as !
they stumbled past stores where the |
kerosene lamps were being put out.
81 wonder il shall turn out mere |
monkey, agile in climbing? I've al |
ways been undertaking something. |
Pink, look at the consultations. Don't |
they seem ready to prick us, they are !
so near with their sharp points? What |
n grand thing it is to accomplish in
this world If we die tonight, our |
weeks work is we'll done; it's always |
wise to be prepared for accidents.
"But what does it amount to when it |
is done?" shifted Pink. "That other
man will run us out / haven't any
head for practical matters, India"
your whimpering is passed over
without notice. Did you ever think
practical matters are just like piano
keys; If you don't touch them with
knowledge, you make discords. We
can't have piano for about four years
yet. But when we get home, I'll take
down the banjo and plunk you a tune"
"And if we succeed in making pa
per here, what outlook does it give us?"
Honor, influence, home. A seat in
the senate for you or 10 if you hit the
popular need, and care for it, In time
a trip to Europe. All the time, ex-
change of prods with other minds and
q chance TO push what is good and pun
ish what is mean. At summer resorts
the well-nurtured young lady may now
be entering a grand hop, but am 60
ing home with ink on my finger, and
the assurance in my soul that in some
vast future larger battles will be given
me to fight, and shall come of victor"
Past midnight, however the assist
ant saw her former victories crumble
before her eyes. Pink's shouting
struck her through the ear like dag
ger She crossed a great change while
leaping over the side of her bed. The
Office was on fire, but 10 was not in it,
for 10 had walked Pink and run off to
others for help.
India passed through nightmare Of
throwing clothing on, finding every
thing inside out or upside down. She
was running across the open prairie
with her brother, the streets rang with
cries of fire, and all the inhabitants of
a town so slightly built turned out
with terror. A crowd was already
passing pals of water from hand to
hand.
1t was too late to do anything but
confne the fire, If possible, to the one
crumbiing block. There was at the
time no wind, and the pals were made
to do vigorous duty. In went the roof,
sending up constellation which put
out half the stars.
This is too bad, sis, amt it now?"
said human voice through The tumult
to India's ears. Mr.. BonebrHke, the
stock farmer, was there, his whip in
hand ready for driving home.
II was settin' up with hogs to ship
to-night!' he shouted, "and was one of
the first to see the fire. 1t bust out all
at once full blaze"
I'm afraid you won't get your paper
tomorrow" said India
"Pshawl You'll lose considerable,
won't you?"
Burning up there is all that my
brothers and l have except little
cheap furniture. There goes what 1
have worked for since we were left
alone in the world"
'Pshaw No insurance."
I'VE were to insure the latter part of
this week. Every dollar was needed
before. But l would like" said the
assistant, shaking her finger at the fire,
''to get the better of that"
"Pshaw" groaned Mr.. Bonebrake,
with full western sympathy.
my brothers." said India, feeling
her heart swell in proportion to the ca
lamity will take that old fire for
mere candle, though, to light them on
the road. And III help"
"What'll you do now?"
"We'n have to get presses some way,
and start the paper again"
Got any backers?"
"No."
"Yes, you have, " said Mr. Bone brake,
rising also to the occasion. He pushed
through the crowd abruptly, and got
upon high platform in front of one of
the stores. In the midst of the roar of
fre and human lungs, he began to
shout speech, saying he did not in
tend to do so, but pluck was pluck. He
was burnt out once himself and had a
tornado tear him down another time.
And these young people was bound to
make it go; they had the rattlesnake-
KILN grit into 'em, and who'd stand
by TO give them another start?
When people understood what he
was talking about, they began to con-
suit among themselves. The banker
leaped upon the platform. He was a
man of few words, but remarked that
the Chronicle was an institution OF the
town, and for his part he would not
have 1t destroyed; he would head a
paper at the bank in the morning.
Mr.. Bonebrake shouted to him to head
it now, and the banker took out his
notebook and did so. Israel Bone brake
/ adding his name and his hundreds
with an eager hand. body called
out that a new man had come, we'll
heeled to start another paper; but the
| popular voice replied:
Throw him in the fireT
Other well-to-do citizens spraug upon
the platform, and put their names and
contributions upon the paper. There
was crowd raging to contribute. The
public-spirited enthusiasm was so great
that cheer after cheer for the Chronicle
arose, while the fire which had de-
stroyed it's outward presence among
them was sinking. The editor, Pink
Bradshaw, was called upon for a
speech and lifted to the platform. He
had but one boot on, but, brimminR to
the lips with such appreciation of his
townspeople as made maturer man of
him, he spoke straight out Of his poetic