Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-06-05

turned the adjusting screw, and by
the time the message was written the
bell was again in working order.
''How did you know how tc fix it?"
asked the merchant.
.Oh, L Just picked it up! Some one
gave me an old bell, and 1 kept working
with it until got it so it would ring;
and that's the way learned how"
A few days after this. Ray was pass
ing along the street, when he saw a
number Of people gathered around
broken wire which had fallen from a
pole
The morning was clear and sunny,
but everything was still wet from the
heavy rain of the night before
From force of habit, the boys eyes
were instantly turned upward to trace
the broken wire. Everyone seemed
afraid to touch it, until man jumped
from a passing wagon and started to
pick it up.
1t was the same lineman who, several
months before, had played the cruel
trick on Ray.
Look out!" called a boyish voice;
"that's an electric light primary"
Electric light nothin'!' growled the
burly fellow, picking up the wire and
CARRYING it to one side, in so doing
stepping upon the iron frame of eel
lar skylight- That's a messenger
call"
He did not complete the sentence.
His hand had come in contact with
the bare wire at the end. and with
single groan he sank limp and apparent
ly lifeless, the wire still clutched in his
| hand.
Selling a bystander's cane, Ray
pushed the wire from the mans hand
and flung it farther to one side.
BE careful; DON'T anyone else touch
it, said he, as he dropped on his knees
beside the stricken lineman.
He turned the man upon his back, and
| in a second had his own coat eff and
rolled into compact bundle. This he
| was putting under the lineman's shout
| ders, when some one attempted to push
him away, and took hold of the man.
| Hes dead" ne said. Somebody help
| me carry him into the store, here
| You don't know he is Dead" replied
Ray. I'm going to try to bring him
| Let the boy alone; I guess he knows
| what he's about" spoke an authorita-
tive voice.
| And Ray looked up and saw Mr.. Gray
don, the merchant, for whom he had
fixed the bell.
Two policemen, who came at that mo-
| ment, listened to Mr.. Graydon's words,
| forced the crowd back and let Ray have
| his way.
Somebody go for DOCTOR was all
| he said as he lifted the shoulders of The
man and slipped his rolled-up coat un-
der them.
The coat, placed directly under the
| head, slightly lower, resting upon the
walk.
Then, kneeling at the mans head, lay
| took hold of both his wrists and began
n slow pumping motion with the arms,
| timing his movements with his own
| breathing.
By this time the street was blockad-
| ed, but the officers. with the aid of sew
| eral others, were able to keep the crowd
| back.
Murmurs of discomfort and exclama-
tons were heard on all sides.
1.-THE mans dead; what do they let
the boy fool with him for?" said one.
Does he breathe, or does his heart
beat? ' inquired another.
| Suppose he doesn't breathe?" said
| Ray, in answer to the last inquiry.
That's no sign he's dead"
Don't work his arms so slow. PUN p
them faster," suggested some one.
Ray laughed without pausing in his
| work:
I'm having to breathe for the man.
and don't want to go faster than he'd
breathe. Do you breathe any faster
| than this?"
No more suggestions were made; but
| the crowd then began to find fault at
| the non-appearance of a physician.
At last. however. a shout was heard.
THE doctors coming!"
And the crowd made way for the
passage of tall, digniffed-looking man.
Before the doctor reached the spot
the man gave slight gasp.
Hes beginning to breathe!" exult-
| ingly exclaimed Ray.
And an approving murmur passed
| through the crowd.
The physician placed his hand over
| the mans heart. and noted the slight
gasping which had become more pro-
nounced.
| Hes coming to all right" was his
comment. Then he inquired: Are you
not tired, my boy? Shall 1 relieve
you?"