The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-10

| down the D1nJO ana PUNK yOu II tune.
*And If we succeed in making a pa
per here, what outlook does it give us?''
Honor. influence, home. 4 scat in
the senate for you or 10 If you bit the
popular need, and care for IT, ia time
trip to Europe. All the time. ex-
change of prods with other minds, and
a chance TO push what is good and pun.
ish what is mean. At summer resorts
the well-nurtured young lady may now
be entering grand hop, but am go
ing home with ink on my finger, and
the assurance in my soul that in some
vast future larger battles viii be given
me TO fight, and shall come of victor. +"
Past midnight, however, the assist
ant saw her former victories crumble
before her eyes Pinks 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 30 was not in it,
for 10 bad walked Pink and run OF to
others for help.
India passed through a 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
town so SLIGHTLY built turned out
with terror. crowd was already
passing pals Of water from hand to
hand
1t was too late to do anything but
confne the fire, i possible, to the one
crum bling block. There was at the
time no wind, and the pals were made
to do vigorous duty. Ia went the roof,
sending up a constellation which put
out half the stars.
This is too bad, sis, amt it now2"
said a human voice through the tamult
to Iudia's cars. Mr.. Bonebral5e, the
stock farmer, was there, lis whip in
hand ready for driving home.
u was settin' up with hogs to slip
tonight" he shouted, land was one of
the first to see the fire. 1t bust oat all
at once full blaze"
I'm afraid you won't get your ra.- 81.
tomorrow" said India.
"Pshawl You'll lose consider ole,
won't you?"
Burning up there is al thet ny
brothers and / have except u little
cheap furniture There goes what
have worked for SINCE we were left
alone in the world"
"Pshawl No insurance."
1--WE were to insure the latter part cf
this week. Every dollar Was needed
before. But l would like" SD The
assistant, shaking her finger at the fire,
ito get the better of that"
"Pshaww groaned Mr.. Bone brake,
with full western sympathy.
my brothers." said India feeliar
her heart swell in proportion to the ca
lamitB will take ths.t old fire for a
mere candle, though, to light them ca
the road. And I'll help"
"What'll you do now?"
wen have to get presses some w2v,
and start the paper again.
Got any backers?"
NO"
Eyes, you have, "'said Mr.. Donebralse,
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
fire and human lungs, he began to
shout a speech, saying he did not in
tend to do so, but pluck was pluck. lie
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?
Wban panr>1a un1aretool ,,-l,,4
was talking about, they began to con-
suit among themselves. The banker
leaped upon the platform. He was
man of few words, but remarked that
the Chronicle was an institution of the
town, and for his part he would not
have it destroyed he would head
paper at the bank in the morning.
Mr.. Bone brake 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. Somebody called
out that a new man had come, veil
heeled to start another paper: but the
popular voice replied:
Throw him in the fire.
Other well-to-do citizens sprang upon
the platform, and put their names and
contributions upon the paper There
was crowd raging to contribute The
public's spirited enthusiasm was so great
that cheer after cheer for the Chronicle
arose, while the fire which had de-
stroyed its outward presence among
them was sinking The editor, Pink
bradshaw, was called upon for q
speech and lifted to the platform He
had but one boot on, but, trimming &c
the lips with such appreciation of his
townspeople as made a maturer man of
him, he spoke straight out of his poetic
heart to the hearts bearing him MP in
calamity, and made what they pro.
nounced ''rattling good talk" Then
his brother was put up beside him;
and Israel Bonebrake shouted for the
sister, who, to avoid good-natured vio-
lence, slipped up behind the bows. prt
her hands on their shoulders and looked
from the background between their
heads. A trio of representative Young
Americans.