Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-07-26

other, Bale was so fagrantly sinner
Hes got the very look of his father or
him 1t might be printed on his back
and be no palmer reading. Ruined
daredevil. It's wrote large all ovei
him. But he's beautiful figure of &
man to look at vet an if iver a child's
heart was i the right place, that child,
was when he was child
George Truman and Selma Rice
We're cried i'll church, but of this Bale
knew nothing, for he did not mix with
church-going people. But George and
Selma We're married, and that fact
came to his hearing. Except Selma
and her mother and Bale himself, nc
soul had an idea that it concerned him
in the least.
The married pair took up residence
in their own house after three DAYS
trip, and George Truman went back to
the office of the mining engineer who
employed him. Bale drove his engines
at the mine, the Three Crowns Yard;
and year went by. Then the two
men met again, Bale in his laboring
CRIME at the engines, and George in
his more respectable working gear.
Halo, Bale, old lad" said the
lucky man, chow art? I've come to
have business look at things"
Going DOWN." asked Bale.
George nodded and looked about
him, rather evading Bales eye than
not, said an Indifferent thing on two
about the weather and so on. and
went his way.
''Tingm said the little bell. Bale
handled his levers, and watched the
dial face.
''I could smash him like an egg. -"
said Bale, 'and not living creature
would think 1t was anything but an ac-
cident." "
Georges mind was in his work, and
he had no guess of what was passing
in thoughts of the man who at the in
slant controlled his destinies. The
descending skip swung to it's stopping
place like feather. The married man
stepped out and made his way along
the workings in pursuit of his own bust
ness. The bachelor above ground
folded his smeared arms across his
chest, planted his back against an iron
upright which ran from floor to ceiling.
and pulled at his pipe, awaiting the
next signal
Here, youw he shouted to the boy
who passed the door. "What do YOU
mean by letting all this cotton-w waste
lie about here? Clear it out"
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q minute.
''Ting!" said the little bell. Bale
set down his pipe, and took the levers.
The pipe fell over. When his i'm
mediate task was finished he looked
for it, and could not find it. He raked
the cotton waste here and there with
his foot. No pipe Bale cursed lit
tie to relieve his feelings. "Ting!"
said the little bell, and he went back
to his work. He swung the skip up,
the careful eye seeking the dial every
now and then. Being free once more,
he began his search again. He kicked
the oily waste savagely, and all at once,
as If it had been living thing, fame
broke out at him. He raced swiftly to
the door and shouted "Firey Ting!
tingl ting! ting-a-lingle- ling -ling-ling!"
The little bell was mad.
SHAFT afirer" roared a voice from
the side of the distant downcast.
MY God" said Bale, and dashing
back to the engine house, he fought
wildly with the growing flames. He
stamped out the blazing waste, and
turned again to his levers. Round
spun the shining wheels. Smooth and
steady went piston and crank, round
crept the hand ON the dial. He looked
behind him and the floor was smoul-
dering.
Fire herer' he shouted. Engine
house afreI'
'Tingr' said the little bell. There
were hundred and fifty men below,
and he was their one helper. He
obeyed the bell, and then rushed once
more into the open, trumpetting with
all his lungs.
Help herel Helpl Engine house
afre!''
'"Tingl' said the bell. The floor was
crumbling with flame, and the partition
wall had caught. 1t was built of thin
wood, and was dryer than tinder. The
fire ragged, and he was back at his lev
ers in the midst of it--scorched,
choked, blinded. Then help came with
roar of voices. "Tingl" said the
inexorable bell. He held on to his post,
fighting against death. Outside, men,
formed in line, passed buckets from
hand to hand, and the contents being
dashed upon the flames filled the room
with scalding steam. He could not
see the dial any longer, but he worked
by instinct, and the instinct never be-
trayed him once. "Ting!" and the
first stage of the cage was filed with
rescued men. "Tingl" and the sec
ond stage was filed. "Tingl" and
the third stage was filed. Then he
tore her up like fire, checked her,
coaxed her, stopped her to a foot.
Ting" and Ting" and Ting" and