St. Paul daily globe., 1895-12-16

gated. Mr.. Forman gained informa-
ton Saturday afternoon indicating
that young Hulls burns had been
confined to the left hand and wrist,
and that his death had perhaps re-
suited from other and unexpected
causes. Mr.. Forman returned to the
lake yesterday afternoon to complete
his investigation. The G O e, hav-
ing been apprised of sensational ru-
mors prevalent at White Bear as to
Hull's death, a reporter visited the
village yesterday.
Albert was the eldest son of J. B.
Hull, a drive-well and windmill con-
tractor, residing with his wife and
six children at Fourth and Cooke
streets. White Bear village. The
family occupy a comfortable two
story residence within a large lot in
the midst of the village. The eldest
son was his fathers assistant - a
healthy, sober young man of rather a
nervous temperament. He returned
home last Tuesday evening from his
work, and found no one in the house
but his mother and baby sister two
months old. Mrs. Hull had lighted
about 5 p. M, a large glass lamp,
the bowl Of which contained about
pint and q half of kerosene, and
was half-filled. She placed this lamp
on shelf five feet above the floor
and on the further side of the small
kitchen. Below the shelf was wood
en- table covered with oilcloth. AL
bert was seated in the adjoining sit
ting room, where there was no lamp.
Half an hour after she lighted the
lamp Mrs Hull observed it smoking.
She placed it on the kitchen table and
turned it down. A moment later 1t
appeared to burn no better. Stand
ing with her left side to the table,
she seized the thumb screw, turned
the wick far down, and exclaimed:
"Come here, BERTHE; something's the
matter with the lamp" At once she
felt a heavy blow upon her side, saw
burst of flame about her, and heard
a sharp crash.
mercy! Mercy! Bertie, I'm burn
ingl Come quick"
Crying thus, she ran into the sitting
room. The young man lost no self
control from the sudden sight of his
mother her dress ablaze, rushing from
a room filled with fire.
"Be still, mother, don't run," he
said, and, leaning cautiously over her,
he tore to strips with his left hand the
burning side of his mothers waist.
Let me lie on the rug" she sug-
gested, and dropped upon the floor.
The son instantly wrapped his parent
from head to foot In the broad carpet
rug. In a moment Mrs. Hull felt that
SHE WAS SAVED,
but the flames were cracking in the
adjacent kitchen, casting a bright glow
into the otherwise darkened sitting
room.
"Are you all right, mother?" asked
the son. "Fll try and put out the
fire."
So the young man seized q bucket
half filled with water at the kitchen
door, threw the water over the flames
that wrapped the kitchen table and the
shelf above Next he caught the burn
ing oiloloth by one end, dragged it out
through the door into the yard, and
returned to beat out the remaining
flames with a convenient cloth. When
he had succeeded, he came back to his
mother and found her uninjured. The
left side of her dress was burned and
her waist was all saturated with the
flying and unburned oil. A few loose
bairs were singed about the back of
her head.
!. Hardly waiting to express his graft
fication, BERTHE ran out into the yard.
His mother waited while and then
opened the door and called to her son.
Cali right, mother" he called back,
"but can't stay in there"
"Why, what's the matter? Are you
burnt. ohild?"
"Just a little-on my hand, and maybe