St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-17

eyes, it filed my ears, it got into my mouth,
it smothered me, it maddened me, but felt
my way to the door and opened it. 1t was
worse outside; it was not my.room but the
lower part Of the house that was in flames.
heard no sound, felt that must arouse
thu others, fought my way to the stairs and
at their top fell prostrate s-.-.
Just then two strong arms seized me.
''Have no fear, lovely damsel." said a voice
I Wen knew, ''thy knight is at thy side. The
fiery dragon has breathed upon the abode of
peace, it is full of his flaming breath, but by
the grace of God, will rescue all beneath
its roof" It was Don Quixote, of course I
felt him fold his cloak about me, and knew
no more, until l lay upon the grass in the
cool air, supported by woman OF the neigh
borhood. Before me lay the house, it was
seething furnace and all the six tall poplars
were aflame.
A crowd had gathered. Now and then
shout arose, when from that horrible pit of
fire, which no lone else dared enter, poor,
mad Don GU xete dashed forth, bearing some
one he had rescuediin his arms.
Some of the girlssaved themselves by tying
their sheets together and letting themselves
down the rope thus formed.
Maria and friend Warrington occupied one
room; they were the last in the house, and
they were In sthpor. The flames were
about them when the wild hero of the hour
dashed in at theif window and caught them
in his arms. .;odf
Nov, by my halidom," Maria heard him
shout 'thou artooutwitted. fend of the
flames; I have them safe'
The room in which they were opened upon
the hood of the porch, and but for the stupor
into which the smoke threw them, they could
have escaped before. Now, once aroused,
Maria summoned her SELF possession, and
assisted the Don to lift friend Warrington,
who was insensible, out upon the shed. Some
one had placed a ladder there and called to
Maria to come down if she could, that he
might assist the Don to bring the fainting
woman to the ground.
Maria was able to do so, and it was most
sensible for her to obey. Then there re-
manned upon the roof of the porch only the
tall, dark figure of the Don, holding in his
arms the small, white one of Ruth Warning
ton, about whose head and shoulders his
cloak was cast.
shout 81 will save the lady abbess from
your fiery jaws. Behold the angels come to
help me-see their white wings-we are safe
safe
Meanwhile, the man who had spoken
rushed up the ladder.
'sBravo, DonY' he shouted, s'here now
let me help you and We'll get her down."
"Ho! my henchman," shouted the brave
mailman. 'sTake thou her feet-faith, I am
almost spent-hold fast"
But as the other obeyed, there came
rush of fame, a loud, strange, shrieking
sound, as though the walls of the old house
cried out against the flames that sought to
devour it, and in a moment more the roof
fell in.
The man who had gone to the Don's aid
was dragged out first, burnt and bruised and
with hurts enough, poor fellow, but by no
means fatally, or even seriously injured.
Curiously enough, two or three joists had
fallen so as to make a sort of tent, and under
this lay the Don, still holding Ruth Warning
ton in his arms.
His clothes were a mass of finder, from
terrible wounds in his head the blood was
pouring. He saw not, heard not. The burns
and wounds upon his person were frightful,
and one of his legs was broken, but it was
with difficulty that they Embossed his clasp
upon the pale little woman who had been his
thought to the very last
As for Ruth Warrington-she was dead.
It was not likely the doctor said, that she
had known anything Of what had happened.
When, as Maria told us, she turned upon her
pillow and said, softly: -e-
''Now, Maria, let us see which will go to
sleep first. thee or me. Goodnight, dear
child,'' she had also said goodnight to the
world. tl-.f.-a1'
In the dawn we stood about her, orphans
indeed, and looked upon her sweet face,
which the poor Don's cloak had perfectly
protected, and upon the fair hands folded
upon her breast, and wept as girls alone can
weep. -"
ALI we had was gone. Our dresses, our
plentiful supply Of linen, much Of which was
made large enough to serve us when we had
attained full growth, our money boxes with
our little savings, all our adopted mother
had arranged for our outfit when we should
go forth into the world.
AS for that good and faithful servant, Abby
Bell, how We wept when they told US that her
charred remains had been found within the
ruins. We could only hope that her suffer-
ings had not been long, or great.
The poor Don lay in the hospital connected