The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-09-13
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ALoYslus COLL
In the Commercial Advertiser

| The old man stuck a bare leg out the
window. With one quick jerk Mcln-
tyre hurled the ladder from the house.
! The old man drew in his leg, and the
| two lovers fled.
AS the pair went over the hill. into
the little valley, they heard great
commotion behind them.
Hes routln' up the whole neighbor-
hood to get after u.s." said Mcintyre,
hurrvng along as fast as he could, at
the same time keeping close watch over
every step Of the GIRL lest she fall In
the dark.
"Yes. that'd be pap" said she. "rell
the whole row his troubles. o. Bob,
there they come!"
The noises behind were becoming
| louder and more distinct. High above
| the common din the fugitives could
hear Patrick Maloney's storming voice,
| directing, scolding and raging at the
same time.
"We'll dodge around these box cars
on the siding" said Mc1ntyre; "in the
shadow they can't see us so well.
| They were now close to the tipple of the
Atlas plant and proceed farther toward
| the face of the coke ovens would be to
the fires. AS they passed around the
cars, they saw tall man racing up
the coke yard, in full glare of the ovens.
He had on pair of dark trousers, and
a night shirt.
ITS pap" said the girl, shivering.
Mcintyre gritted his teeth. Before
him was the tipple, grimy and black.
White steam was putting out of the
| exhaust pipes of the double hoisting
engines and the shieve wheels were
| turned gracefully in their journals high
up over the coal bins. Mcintyre knew
from these signs that night shift was
at work.
"Come on,'' said he to the girl.
"There's your father rushing into the
engine house."
The two passed the door Nf the en-
gne room, which they had slammed
after Maloney. went up little incline,
and came to the track-way of the tip
pie. Before them was the dark mouth
of the Atlas slope. A trip had just
passed up to the dumping place, and
they could hear the coal humping down
into the bins.
Are we going to cross over those
tracks," asked the girl.
II don't know, yet-just-what-to-
answered the man. obviously.
Then he turned to her. IT'S desper-
ate, but it's the only thing 10 do he
said, in low voice. Are you with
me?"
i've kept up so far haven't II" she
answered in an injured tone Just then
angry voices sounded outside the en-
pi
right up that way they went"
Here. hold onto your bundle" Bob
said. He picked her up in his arms and
carried her short distance down the
slope. 1t seemed to the girl that she
had gone a mile, when he stopped and
gently stood her upon his feet. Its
not more than fifty feet" he said, when
she questioned him. The empty trip
had started down the slope. He was
cropping with his hand for the signal
wires. They won't meet!" he said, try
ing to bring them together. But I
have it now," he said, fishing a key
from his pocket and laying 1t across
the two wires-Once-twice.
Ding, ding-g-g-g," sounded the sig
nal in the engine room, and the next
moment the trip, now almost upon the
two elopers. stopped quickly.
II must put you in, pet" said Nc
Intyre. He lifted her into the dusty
car, and climbed in beside her. Voices
sounded at the mouth of the slope.
Mcintyre, reaching to the wires, made
the starting signal
20, how dark" cried the girl draw
ing close to him. The damp, powdery
air of the pit swept over them.
Good thing, or they could have seen
us from the mouth of the slope. Brave
girl" He held her in his arms, with a
tenderness born of his sudden appre-
citation of what she was doing for him
and doing blindly.
Don't, Bob," she protested, ."its too
bumpy.'
Suddenly the car seemed to have
struck level track and with the rat
tling of the rope in the rollers it came
to a standstlll. The glare of the elec-
trio lamps was upon them.
Now" said Mcintyre, don't you
move or say anything. Just sit still.
You'll see in the end that it's all right"
YES" she assented passively. He
climbed out of the wagon and walked
forward to meet driver coming toward
the trip, his lamp upon the tin peak of
his cap.
Hello. Bob" said the driver. what
are you doing down here? thought
you didn't like double turns" 1t was
Jones that spoke.
well. I've changed my mind for
once" answered the boss driver. "How
SOON are YOU going to pull out?"
Right away" AS he spoke Jones
was dragging his chain back and his
we'll trained mules We're wheeling
about. II wondered" he said, what
caused the delay.
"Are you going out G?" asked Nc
Intyre, ignoring the last remark.
yep"
LET me take 1t out for you; I'll show
you how to drive"
IAN right"
"You stick on the end and do the
spragging," Mcintyre took his place
upon the front wagon, within which sat
whether she were alive or dead. She
felt relieved when Bob put an arm in
side the wagon. 1t was something to
cling to.
Get out of here, now" yelled Me-
Intyre, at the mules. The chains tight
ened with snap, the trip jerked for
ward. Jolting and humping along, 1t
numbered down the heading.
Gee" muttered "Spraggy" Jones on
the rear end, ~ wouldn't drive down
here like that. But he hasn't given me
the signal to sprag yet. And he's the
boss, / guess"
Never had Jones gone down the head