Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1894-03-01

We d had some small trouble
Well, Phil, our only son,
He ID got in trouble in Boston,
As many a Lad has done.
Phil was as good boy, sir,
As ever trOd floor;
j never thought him guilty
OF the charge laid at his door.
But paid il of and he left US,
He seemed TO think it best:
Said he d carve out his fortune
In the wild and woody west
From the time he left our doorstep
We never had a line;
So we thought that Phil had planted
His frame in the western cline.
Nine long years had passed, sir,
Since We had lost our son;
His mother sOrrOwed and fretted
As many mother has done.
Could MT hear of him after
Could MT find where he went.
We looked in vain for tidings,
But tidings he never sent.
We were lying one night at quarters;
was awake and thinking of Phil;
The alarm was struck quite sudden
That makes the brave hearts THRILL
We were up and out in a minute,
And of to the scene of the fire.
As we whirled round the corner We saw it
The flames mounting higher and higher,
Twas the house of Thompson the banker,
An elegant four-story stone,
With iron cornice and railings,
And standing almost alone.
knew the minute we saw it
The case was hopeless one;
But we turned on the water and tried it
Too latei-the mischief was done.
We had given the fight up as hopeless,
And were watching the brilliant scene,
When from the burning building
Came piercing, heartrendmg scream.
And thara with h..r hands To heavan
In agony and despair,
Stood the bankers only daughter,
The flames almost touching her hair.
Oh, the agony of father and mother,
As they stood with helpless hands,
As that awful fate approached her,
In the sparks and burning brands.
She was standing on the cornice,
Her fate in the hands of her God;
The flames creeping nearer and nearer,
And awestruck and speechless the crowd.
my God! wife, see her-'tis katei
o, Heaven, preserve our childt
But TO enter that fiery furnace
Was sacrifice, vain and wild.
Anything he asks to the person
That will bring my child to my heart"
God. give some soul the courage
To make the awful start.
But Seei a man comes rushing
Through the awed and silent crowd.
"Baek, backi and give room here"
He Numbered clear and loud.
He is dressed in the garb of cowboy,
A long lariat at his side,
With buckSkin and velvet and tinsel,
And sOmbreO white and wide.
He shouts to the girl in danger,
BE bravei Catch the rope when throw"
With a whirl DER his head it is flying
Like an arrow, swift from the bow.
But look, what a cast! She has caught it.
Make it fast to the cornice," she knows.
tha Oth a for To fC
Hand Oer hand up the thread he goes.
He is there! but the wall is trembling;
Oh, for minute of grace.
He fastens it around her body,
And swings her off into space.
Down, quickly down does he swings her,
His muscles and Sinews OF brass,
To the arms of father and mother,
Mid the deafening shouts of the mass.
Then down the slim thread comes the hero,
Burned, scOrched and choked almost mad,
To arms OF strong men that were crying,
And to the hearts of those he d made glad.
They carried him into the doctors,
To draw the fire out of his frame;
And, with good constitution,
He soon came around again.
One day note came to the quarters,
From this same lad of the fire;
Said he wanted to see me particular.
L went, thinking what he ID inquire.
knocked on the door kind OF shaky;
Jerusalem! there stood my wife,
And who do you think was with her?
Why, thank you! t was Phil, large as life.
May be there was MT a reunion;
7 was the happieSt day of my life.
We laughed and we cried and blubbered,
Taking turns at it, me and my wife.
Old Thompson came in as we talked,
A check-bOOk in his hand;
He knew Phil in minute
So excited he could MT stand.
grateful
And tears dropping down O'er his coat,
Said, "Phil, my boy, you have saved her;
Take her and God bless you both"
Phil had MT much need of money;
He ID struck it rich In the west.
But he took the girl just the same, sir,
And to-day they are happy and blest.
Phil had loved this girl in his school days;
She had loved Phil just as well,
But Thompson, he could MT see 1t,
So their hopes were shattered, and fell.
Thompson thought Phil too pretentious.
And said that boy of his ilk
Was MT fit for common do0r-mat
For his daughter, with diamonds and silk.
always kind o. reckOned
The love of this girl Phil had won
Had more to do with his leaving us
Than the Scrape in Boston had done.
But this is the end of my story;
1t IS true as the first of John.
That s how We got daughter,
And Thompson, he got a son.
So you see God IS ways are mysterious,
In sunshine, calm and storm.
He uses many curious means
His wondrOus works to perform.
And always kind of noticed
That money and riches and land
Don't cut all the figure
When it comes to courage and sand;
And fine-haired people like Thompson.
Who scornfully say Don't pretend"
Generally come down on their marrOws
And acknowledge the corn" in the end.
-Wiu CulbertsOn