The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-07-22

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"Oh Oh-Ohl did not look TINT
way at oil. and here It r. right upon US
The wind must have shifted" she cx.
claimed.
Over at the right was a large tower
ing cloud Of a dun-lrOwn color, with
ragged. fllmy edge. compact IN the cen.
ter, and Of q deeper hue there. as II it,
heart were scowl and menace. sig
mailing that It's mission WINS ruin.
-Sir. sirT-rl" she stammercd. ae she
met Old John '"rhc FIRE VIII soon BE-
upon nsl Young John II not here. Help
me harness jim into the plough"
''W-w-whatr he stammered In reply,
50 dazed that be wne like ono palsy.
stricken.
Hannah few out Of the house, md
quickly embarrassed Jim. attached him
to the plough Fat Mira Tutherly was
better In an emergency than one would
have supposed She now came up
brnvely. like an old fashioned Dutch
cruiser at a critical moment In the
battlc-hour
"You drive the horse. Mrs. Tuthcrly
and III hold the plough. and we viii
make fuiTow all about the buildings
Oh. II Mr. Blnsland would Just help
and burn the grnss on the prairie side
Of the furroww
Hannah was more dcfcrential IN her
style Of address than was the house
keeper. The latter was plain and per
cmptory: ''IIere, hero, Old John Come
and helpw she screamed. IN the same
breath giving tho order. cit up there
lively. JIM Up with you. git-t-tw
She resumed her command 90 the
rnnchnanl "Burn the grass all outside
the furrer! Quick. sir, quick We viii
all b. burnt 10 clnder If You don't fly
roundl Git up there JIM faster, old
boyr'
After this last eQulvocal order. the
fat honsekceper, rosy and pulling, skill
fully steercd Jim down the east side of
the farmhouse. Hannah guided the
plough, the muscles swelling IN her
firm. shapely hands, and along her
barred, brown wrists. Her eyes glanced
downward TO see that the ploughshare
was running right, aud then they were
lifted to the heavens. Those deep eyes
Of blue were flllcd with prayers reycr
ent application
''God help us, Gold help usr abe muir
murcd. Behind the plough tottered the
old ranchman. hndling the grass out
side the furrow, and leaving rapidly
widening space Of black, fre-rnvaged
ground between the ranch building and
the awful conlagration driving over
the prairie.
"Now the north slider said Hannah.
The east side is Of the most conso-
qucnce. Ready
'Gft up-up up, JIM Come on, Old
John" screamed Mrs. Tutherly. The
smoke was now all about them. but
Hannah would say. tho east side IS
safe! Thank God" and press stub
bornly on.
But where was Young Johnl More
than once Hannah had prayed, God
keep himF Had he been overtakcn by
that awful fire, scorched, suffocated,
burned to deafhf He was somewhere
out on the prairie. His horse was swift.
His pluck was great. He knew the
prairie; but there was that terrible en-
CINE Of fame, without wheels, yet roll
Ing on. that horrible dragon Of fro,
without wings, yet steadily flying. Who
could escape all this2
Tho north side had been furrowed
and burned over, when Hannah caught
the quick beat Of horses hoofs, and on
came the beautiful brown Betty, bring
Ing her master, Young joint
THANK Godv' he shouted, as he leap
e-l from Betty's steaming back. kissed
Hannah. and then. SELLING the plough
handles, cried: Leave this west side.
and GO for the south side Quickl Run.
Hannah. fast, and be firing the grass
up In the southeastern cornerw
There was crouchin9 form TINT
soon appeared, a torch IN his v-rinkled
hand. Ills face was blackened by the
SCOT Of the burnt prnirie He don't see
me. He don't notice me- He kissed
her. I've been scorched and singcd.
They don't notice me-" muttered Old
John.
They did notice him when the work
of saving had been completed, when
out of q wide, blackencd waste. rose
mp the uninjured buildings. safe behind
that long, protecting furrow They
found him lying inSensiblo at one ex-
posed corner. an expired torch IN his
hand. The heat, the excitement Of the
unusual effort nj his age. had overcome
him. They carried him TO his bed.
What did he murmur at last?
Nobody cars for me here" he
moaned. send for my Johnr'
"Your sonT' asked Young John. The
sufferer bent his head IN assent.
Nobody cares for me here" he then
murmured again "Send for him."
I'VE VIII; but we care for you, grand
pa" said Hannah 1--WE are your
Johns children"
'W-w-whatY' asked the old man, the
faded brown eyes opening wide In as
constituent
"Yes, grandpa" said Young John,
Hannah and I--we-we are brother
and sister; and-and-w thought II we
came, some time II would come about
that we could tell You. and you would
hear us. and you would be recOnclled
to father aud be willing TO see him,
and"