The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-01-01

OC"h WIN DtbJO uhNi piutiN you IL tune.
And if we succeed in making n pa
per here, what outlook does it give us?"
Honor, influence, home. A scat in
the senate for you or 10 if you hit the
popular need, and care for it. In timo
trip to Europe. All the time, cx-
change of prods with other minds, and
chance to push what is good and pun.
tsh what is mean. At summer resorts
the wcll-nurturcd young lady may now
be entering grand hop, but arl rc,-
ing homo with ink ON my finger, and
the assurance in my soul that in some
vast future larger battles will bc given
me to fight, and shall come of victor"
Past midnight, however, the assist
ant saw her former victories crunble
before her eyes. Pinli's shouting
struck her through the ear like Il dag.
ger. She crossed Il great change while
lcaping over the side of her bed. The
Office was on fire, but 10 was not in it.
for 10 had walked Pink and run OF 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 inha bitants of
a town so slightly built turned out
with terror. a crowd was already
passing pals of water from hand 20
hand
1t was too late to do anything but
confine the fire, if possible, to the one
crumbiing block. There was ut tho
time no wind, and the pals were made
to do vigorous duty. In went the roof,
sending up a constellation which put
out half the stars.
This is too bad, sis, amt it now-?"
said Il human voice through the tumult
to Iudia's ears. Mr.. Bonebralkc, the
stock farmer, was there, his whip in
hand ready for driving home
II was settin' up with hogs to ship
to-nght!' he shouted, land was one OF
the first to sec the fire. 1t bust out all
ct once full blaze"
Tin afraid you won't get your paper
tomorrow" said India
"Pshaw! You'll lose considerable,
won't you?"
Burning mp there is all that my
brothers and 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 would like" said the
assistant, shaking her finger at the fire.
ito &C, the better of that!'
"Pshaw!" groancd Mr.. Boncbrakc,
with full western sympathy.
My brothers." said India, feeling
her heart swell in proportion to the ca
lamit.y, will take that old fire for a
mere candle, though, to light them on
the road. And I'll helpr'
"Whatn you do now?"
We'll have to get presses some way,
and start the paper again."
Got any backcrs?"
NO"
Yes, you have, ".said Mr. Boncbralse
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 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 rattlesnallc-
KILN grit into 'cm, 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 Il
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 a
paper at the bank in the morning
Mr.. Bonebrallc 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 new man had come, we'll
heelcd 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
philosophical enthusiasm was SO great
that cheer after cheer for the Chronicle
arose, while the fire which had de-
stroycd its outward presence among
them was sinking. The editor, Pink
Bradshaw. was called upon for
speech and lifted to the platform. He
had but one boot on, but, Drumming to
the lips with such appreciation of his
townspcoplc as made maturcr man of
him, he spoke straight out Of his poetic
heart to the hearts bearing him up in
calamity, and made what they pro-
nounccd ''rattling good talk" Then
his brother was put up beside him;
and Israel Boncbralse shouted for the
sister, who, to avoid good-natured VIC
lcnce Slinnc1 LII, behind tho horc nni