The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-06-01

naked. and the clothes that was on
him was in tatters. His feet were
bare. cut and bleeding. His head,
from the lack of care. was a fright
q great mass of tangled hair. nearly
covering his face.
Evidently. they all thought, some
poor crazy wretch that by some means,
found access to the mine
Was there ever a parallel?
The news was carried outside and
became current. Shortly the whole
population surrounded the mouth of
the slope.
RopeS-vcry strong Ones-had to he
stretched from the slope to the boiler
house. in order to allow the men who
were bearing the poor unfortunate man
on a litter of rough boards, room to
pass.
Harry Trescore, for the past two
weeks. was out of the district, and
knew nothing of what was going on.
He just arrived and was at this time
in the home of Agnes; he was aston
ished to see no one around. he was
was pleased though, and smiled to
himself. at behOlding the great prep
aration for his approaching marriage.
Before going out he wrote a short
note. stating he would be back in a
half hour.
While he was crossing a short piece
of trestling, that spanned a water way,
he saw the vast gathering of people:
not knowing the cause of the excite
ment, he changed his mind, and in
stead of going on home, he hurried to
the slope.
Agnes had been with the crowd near
ly from the time she left the house
with Katie. She was eager for the
news and listened to and watched
everything going on. She seemed to
get so excited at times that she was
thought to be laboring under an aber-
ration of the mind.
Agnes was standing at the boiler
house apparently in deep thought.
Harry pushed his way through the
throng to her side. He noticed how
strangely she looked; he tried to in
duce her to go home. She seemed
not to notice him. He took hold of
her by the shoulder and she broke from
his grasp. and pushed by the guards
to the stretcher All eyes were on her.
The man was muttering; she leaned
forward to catch his words: suddenly.
dropping on her knees. she threw her
arms across his breast and shouted
George! George
Here was a scene that all were
watching.
Presently the dying man made an
effort to rise. and loudly and plainly
enough to be understood he answered,
"Agnes" This was his last word, and
evidently the knell of his parting
breath
He died instantly.
Agnes fell PROSTATE across the body
and cried out eXcitedly George!
George Then turning to where
Harry stood, continued: Harry, bring
me back George. You alone are re-
sponsible--Oh, dear! oh, dear!'
The climax was bewildering and ex-
citing.
All eyes turned to where Harry was
last seen, but he was not there.
A number shouted Hang him! hang
him." The shouting increased and
grew louder; and it would not have
been well for him had they laid hands
on his person.
Kind and sympathetic hands bore
the excited girl to her home.
Milton Trescore was given posses
sion of his dead son.
1t was a picture of grief, never To
be forgotten, to see that father, weep
ing like Il child over the remains of "A
once promising and dearly beloved
child.
Mr. Joice did all that could possibly
be done for his daughter, Agnes ncv-
er recovered her former state of mind.
The scene in the boiler house WAS ever
before her, she was finally placed in
an asylum.
Harry Trescore was met in Denver
u year later, and he kept his secret
denied knowing anything of George
after he left the ball.
The Quakley ghost story is 20 years
old, still, in the minds of some who
lived in the long row" il is as fresh
as ever