The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-01-13

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"Where?"
"On the third tier. The Norwe.
gian, Bnorgson, and Geofry were
working there"
Kate gave IA cry. Her face was the
color of the pallid landscape now, and
she sprang up like a deer shot to the
heart, while with %quivering lips she
gazed at the messenger OF evil.
'Is he-are they killed." she
asked, the words falling slowly.
There isn't much chance"
Now in the mine the men were
working with a will, clearing away
the enormous masses Of ore and rock.
The only chance for the men was
that they were imprisoned, not
crushed, and that was a faint hope at
the best. Among the throng Of
workers was Kate, who herself worked
until her strength was exhausted.
Gang relieved gang and still the great
mass seemed to become but the more
impregnable. On the second day the
men paused, for they thought they
heard something. They listened in
tently. 1t was a faint rapping on a
timber.
"They are alive-at least, one OF
them" shouted a miner. ITO work
with a will, men"
Then Kate, aroused from her stu
por, took her place among the work
ers.
Back, lass, said her father. "a
stronger arm is needed here"
my arm is strong, father" she
said.
They gazed at her and let her have
her way.
Her sw~eetheart's there" said one
Of the men.
eyes; the Norwegian"
On the third day the tapping was
fainter and then it ceased. Next
morning they reached the men. The
Englishman was dead, apparently.
Both bodies were taken to the surface.
At the word dead" Kate, worn out,
had fallen unconscious. Suddenly
one Of the men who had been bending
over the En~glishman shouted
There's life here"
The captain knelt by his side and
heard the faint beating Of the heart.
Garry the lad to my house" he
commanded,
When Geoffry came to himself he
was lying in a small % lei the
window. Upon the window sill were
flowers. Bending over him was a
oma Someone held his hand
lips were pressed to his forehead;
kindly, sympathetic eyes gazed into
his, and their tender light bewildered
him.
"Kate."
"Geofry!"
"f~is you, sweetheart"
ut is |, dear"
What did this mean? His head
was now resting on her bosom, the
broad, womanly bosom, of this wo-
nan of the people. Her lips close to
his whispered:
"How do you feel, dearest?"
"In heaven, Kate. I'have had q
bad dream"
Hush, dear heart. Get well, for
my sake"
For yours, Kate"
Eyes, yes, for mine-for mine"
Then you-
Love you? Yes, yes
my sweet lass! But why"
"Geofrry, GeofIry, sweetheart, did
you know your Kate SO little you
thought to drive her? You could not
command me-your jealousy could
not force me to be yours-but you
may lead me to the end of the world.
There, close your eyes. You are
worn and weary. You have nearly
passed from me and my life would
have been misery. Think how | suf-
fered, darling, while you were in that
tomb. Then | knew what my love
for you was and | prayed that you
might be saved, that | could hold you
in my arms and beg you to take me
and cherish me. | prayed that you
might be saved so that my devotion
could undo the harsh words Of the
past. Do you forgive me, M own,
my treasurer
Lass, lass, pray God | might die
again to hear such words"
There, there! Speak no more,
Geofrry. Rest, rest. The doctor
said you must sleep. Close your
eyes, for your Kate is watching over
you"
"As l may some day watch over
you, Kate?"
while this life lasts, if you will"
Kiss me, dear"
For the first time she pressed her
lips to his, and then he slept peace
fully, with n flush upon his cheek.
When her father entered he looked at
them in surprise.
"'Is it SO, lass?'
AYE, father"
Il thought it was the other"
But she only smiled and gazed
fondly at the sleeping man.
The silver sun went down that night
again in Il silver haze. Over the hills
in solemn procession the miners, with
bowed heads, carried the Norwegian