The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-09-13


the Atlas mine, ought to have
been happy, as he hurried along
to work, with nature in hei
- most glorious mood arouno
him. And more so, since he
loved a girl that loved him. Only the
day before he had laid off work to &C
to the county capital and have the mar
riase license made out. His darling
Kate Maloney had prepared for the
wedding. But Mcintyre frowned as he
walked along.
"Old fool!" he blurted, clipping the
milkweed stalks with his long. Timber
whip. mot good enough for her-huh!
Took him long time to decide about
It. I suppose because l get out at In
the morning and wear pit clothes I'm
not as tony as Artie Gilkins, assistant
bookkeeper, who don't go to work till
z, and who wears a white collar all day
long. But that's the way with dad
ies!"
Embittered and resentful Mcintyre
took his mules from the stable and
went down the slope. At IL O'Clock
the drivers were gathered at the main
haulage landing, eating from their tin
pals.
"Why, you're nice pickle of low
er!" said "Spraggy" Jones from off G
fiat. "Now, I'd have such a grin on me
that the rats'd be charmed in the head
ing If Kate'd given me the warm
heart"
"Oh, you don't know about these do
mestic quarrels between man and
wife" said Jack Connolly, soberly
Whereat the others laughed-all except
young August Bloom, the rosy-cheeked
German that furnished most of the
fun for the jolly Atlas whisp.
what do you know about It,
Dutchy?" asked Jones, that you don't
agree with us?"
well, dom board at dat hause?-at
Kates hause?"
Connolly clapped his hands. "Great
Mcintyre out?"
was too-too dull"
IS All laughed except Mcintyre. Con-
nelly, without standing up, dexterously
began to wrap his long whip around
Blooms legs, while he cried mockingly:
"Vell, vas list. Deutscher-vas ist?"
Bloom sQuirmed without the range OF
the whip ere he explained: 'kate's
goin' a move tomorrow; maxim Bob
not glad"
Mcintyre lifted his face up with sud-
den interest.
you're lyin', kid" he said.
"Nein," the German insisted. drifting
into his own tongue; las night dey all
haf fight bout someding. Kate she
say all time 4 WILL und her fatter he
say mighty mad, Never Und he say
Tomorrow you so nit me to Summit,
und get some dem senses back once
more. Und Kate she goes out mad like,
und packed up for movin'."
times up, boys" said Mcintyre,
putting his watch back into his pocket.
Laughing and joking over McIntyre's s
troublesome love affairs. the drivers
hitched their mules to theiri trips, and
in few moments all that could be
heard of them was the indistinct, muf-
fled rumble of their wagons far down
the dark tunnels.
That night about II o'clock sturdy
young man silently approached House
No. %, in Hen Peck row, a line of COM
pany houses on the hill above the At
las plant. In his arms he carried a
ladder. Standing 1t upon the ground,
directly under front window, he soft
ly leaned the top against the house. 1t
reached just to the window sill.
"Kate! Wh-ii-st!" Again he uttered
the sound, "Wh-i-st!"
A small white bundle tumbled down
upon the ground at his feet girls
coat followed, and settled down over
him. Then, for the first time, he saw
the girl, as she turned about and start
ed backwards to climb down. She had
come three rungs before he reached
her. Darling" he murmured, direct
ing each foot safely onto the rungs as
they descended. When near the ground
he leaped off the ladder and taking
her in his arms stood her upon the
ground.
Don't" she said, in low, warning
voice, avoiding his embrace. They're
awake; that's why didn't answer you,
but just tumble the things out. Have
you them?"
Before he could answer towsled
head showed in the open window above
them. kate, you huzzy!" thundered