The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-06-06
LOST LODE'S HERO
: with i'm. I'll git even with I'm fer kickin'
me down them mill stairs ef hev ter kill
by Lillian G. PAScHAL,

with i'm. I'll git even with I'M fer kickin
me down them mill stairs ef hev ter xii!
'im!"
but don't keer ter kill I'm outright eft
good clubbin' II do TIL biz proper" depre-
Gated his companion.
Well ef ye're goin' ter be so chicken
livered about it We can hit ony onct, an I'll
do tn rest. Let's git out of this an hide
benin tn shack ready fer i'm. Well see
who does tn kickin' now!"
And they moved up on the hill. Tcmmy's
tear -begrimed face was pale under its tan.
He recognized the two villains as Lost Loders
who had been discharged from the Perritt
reduction works the previous week for steal
ing ore
What could he do? Perritt was teachers
beau. He. must not be killed, for teacher
would be miserable. He must be warned.
Tommy looked at the clock; almost s.
Could he go round the fretghtyards where the
robbers could not see him? There was not
time. He must go straight UP the road past
their hiding place to meet Perritt. His heart
jumped right up in his throat at the fearful
thought But it was for teacher.
He hesitated no longer, fled down the steps
and up the road toward the shack where the
footpads waited for their victim. His tousled,
bare head and wild, straining eyes flashed
through the shadows, very ghost of fear.
His footsteps on the icy road sounded In his
own ears like the crash Of doom.
The noise of the painting approach drew
Black Dan from his lair. to the boys fright
.ened Imagination looking like huge spider
who hears the buzzing of a fly. At the same
moment TALL striding figure swung over
the brow Of the hill. He was too late!
Run, Mr.. Perritt; rum. screamed the
child in frantic terror, lodging blow from
Black Dams appraised fist. He caught the
CLEAN of a six-shooter in the other hand Of
the big brute and screamed again: Run!
They're goin' to kill We! Ye-" But the
great fist fell with crash across his tenn
pies.
A cloud of black smoke seemed to fall
upon him and smother him, and the world
| went out like snuffed candle
When it came back to him again he felt
| strangely light and giddy. There were white
clouds and sunsets all about him. He seemed
| to be floating on a cloud. and when blue
| eyed angel bent soothingly over him he was
not at all surprised.
'.Did l get killed." he whispered, aw-
| struck IAN I'm REILLY in heaven? o.
! The angel laughed and nodded smilingly
to another floating being-a man angel, Tom
my supposed He came and put his arm
! around the blue-eyed angel, and together
they hung over the edge Of Tommy's bill
| lowy cloud
."No, dearie you are right here with us,
where you are going to stay for the rest OF
| your life. You are real nero, ike the ohes
| I read to you about in the history book. Ana
we are proud Of you And then Tommy saw
| that the angel was teacher and he was IN
I her room, which was banked with flowers,
for he had come to be known as hero, and
the whole town had done him honor. you
have been very i'll, dear. from the bio"
on the head that ugly Black Dan gave you;
concussion of the brain, the doctor SAID
| But you will soon be; well now and able to
come with us to our new home when we are
married. Then she met Rob's adorins
glance and blushed.
"And did you Tommy was too weak te
finish. but the man nodded. Get shot;
Yes, but not badly. for Bill got scared, and
j l got. the drop on them as Dan turned te
strike you. He is in the pententiary no."
1 where he won't bother us for some time te
I come The other one turned states evidence
told on him, you. know, So all he had Il
do was to leave town. "
1 1.-THE money for the menu
! ''It is all right put in the teacher witt
I shining eyes. And SO is our hero. / owl
something very precious to you, dear.
Life held but two blissful facts to Temm!
the comforting knowledge that he was
: hero and he: would never be separated afron
dear teacher.