The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-05-18

arose as he did so--a cry between .
scream of horror and a roar of APP
plausc No one expected TO see the
man come out of that blazing pit alive
The engine came rafting up The
firemen fixed their ladders to the win
dows and ran up them, and were driven
back again scorched and faint Moth.
ing alive could be within. they said
But suddenly. on the blazing parapet
appears figure holding /. burden in
his arms He looks downward at the
ladders, which could not reach him.
then backward at the flames. Then
he dropped. clinging by one hand to the
hot ledge. swung there a moment, and
dropped upon the ladder The crowd
had thought to see him dashed to
pieces on the street. and had stretched
up their hands involuntarily, as though
10 catch him; but some were on the
ladder. and they did their best for him.
Even they were in grea. danger. but
good angels watched over them. The
bundle that he held so fast wrapped
in wet blanket, was seized by one
man; two Others held him in their
arms and brought him down.
The girl rushed forward screaming.
and those who held the blanket un-
wound its folds Out Of 1t peeped a
little flushed baby face-a head Of
rumpled curls. Half smothcred, but
unhurt. Trot held her tiny arms TO.
ward her nurse, and cried in baby
fashion to be taken by her.
No harm had come to Trot, but what
Of her preserver. Ishmacl? lie lay there
with his head upon firemans knees.
| A doctor had his hand upon his heart
His eyes we're closed; his hair singed
mis- eyebrows whitened; his flash clothes
one mass of tin der; his very boots
shrivclcd and scrolled away from his
burnt feet: the hand that had held the
little burden and chung to the molten
roof ledge SO bravely was one mass o.
blistered burns
Like one dead he lay for awhile. but
at last his eyes opened lie looked al
the faces about him. all kindly. pitiful
full of sympathy, and felt that for once
he was friend among friends lie
heard men call him brave, and hearc
women sob A new life had dawncc
upon him-hc, Ishmael. was hero
lie had often been stared at by a GROVE
before. as he stood at the prisoner
bar, but host of kindly eyes had never
thus turned upon him. He did not fee
much pain, but he knew that the enc
was at hand. He was dyng-dyinl
just as ne had begun to see what life
might be; yet, after all. he was happy
"It's no use, pals he said family
to those busy about him. I've swal
lowed fire, I'm dead man. Where's
the little kid? ! want her."
They brought her TO him. The limo
cent thing had neither fear nor dread
but she came solcmnly, and her grea
eyes dilated rs she looked at him.
! 'Dit up" she said, softly, and pattet
him-"dit up"
kiss him. Trot" said the girl, sob
bing ale took you out Of the fire
OH poor. poor fcllowl Kiss him, Trot
Aud Trot knelt down and took thu
singed black whiskers once more II
her hands and holding them apar
gave the dying Ishmael her prett,
.,Frcncn KISSES" one for each chcel
and one for the mouth. lie drew he
70 him.
IL want her arms about my neck" b,
said. family.
"Cuddlc him. Trot." said the girl.
And Trot sat down and wound he
tiny arms around the great throat ant
put her check close down TO his. and b.
whispered SO softly that no one bu
this innocent baby heard him.
"Good-by, little kid. l might hav'
had something roughcr around IN,
scrag when died. II the prison chap
lains are right maybe well meet again
! wish Id had little kid like you.
might have been another man"
His hands dropped away from Troc
waist with these words.
'NIan's asleop," said Trot
| And Ishmael was asleep. indeed
The sleep that knows no waking ha'
come upon him In Trot's innocent arms
lie lay there dead IN. X. NewA