Mower County transcript., 1903-07-15

Cod has surely folded you into tltl. tie
vale of pleasure into the paral disc of
chile HOOD 's play ound hat eternity
win provide. For u you never Knew
what play meant here
AS the rear wall sfell, rushfng ia the
roofs Of the smal Her houses near and
spreading the fire into the adj djoining
blocks David Barton gripped John Cor
sdon's arm Ii ght and exclaim ed he
wind is changing! Hope House Will go
next f5.#
gs They were on the corner next to Hope
House, and the horror of the whole sit.
5uation was sud- denly intensified If pos.
sible by the danger 5whic henow threat
sened the one build ding, I in the whole
ward that represented humanity at Its
best. The wind had changed to the
east The rain was increasing. It came
down il "a steady cold that had no ef-
feet on the fire except app parently to
increase its fury. The awful confusion /
was increasing every moment. The
alarm had been sent in for the entire
department. In almost a second S time
the mass of low wooden tenement that
stood crowded together on both sides
of Hope House was bursting witt fire.
The madd dened, panic smitten people.
were carrying their goods out intothe
streets. Under the%hape mass of
hot bricks and twisted iron beams in
Bowen street human forms could be
seen here a face staring up, here a
hand, a foot, a trunk of formless hor-
ror. The whole pile seemed a writhing,
tangled heap Of human agony. Groans
and cries burst from it that We're APP
palling. The mass had fallen so near
to the two men that some Of the bricks.
lay at their feet. Before either realized
what he was doing they were both dig
ging at the ghas silly mound, Hope House
forgotten for the time being. Their
hands were burned and torn by the hot
bricks and splintered beams. Barton
especially seemed inspired with unusu-
al strength. II He was drenched to the
skin. His light oyercoat was soon a
mass Of tattered rags. He was; lifting
beam that lay across a figure that
had moved a. hand thrust out Of the
debris. Gordon was helping him. 5s M
4 "It's Mrs. CaylorY' Gordon exclaimed
as the face of the f ig'ure ppeared. f3
The woman was crushed into a sick
ening physical mass but she was alive
and conscious. s 4 +. 4. 3s5 =t3..%...
"It's Mr.. Gordon, Mrs. Caylor!" said
John, with a sob, as he tenderly wiped
81 v,1 d ,,csSih 1ifta1
off the beam that had crushed her. =ss Il
The woman gasped and spoke feebly.s
but clearly u II 81. i3:3 ,.#
"Do you think I'll see Louie !? He$was
a good boy good boy = } VI sts j5.S
$s3sss.. Yes, yes, Mrs. Ca ylor, and his body's
STRAIGHT now, and he's out of pain s3
"a good boy. Yes, out of pain now.
she murmured Gordon and Barton
lifted the form and carried it over to
Hope House entrance. IL There was no
need Of words. y other place was
possible. AS yet the fire. had not
touched it. The crowd that ssurged
through Bowen street had suddenly
left everything else sunsayed to protect
Hope House. Miss Andrews was out
by that tangled heap Of torture and
death, digging with her hands at the
monstrous pile, working WithHa mans
energy and shaming more than one
man by her calm but determined cour-
age 3t Il 35z.E :ss5s5sS
But Hope House had sudd denly ONE
to mean more in a few seconds than it
had meant in a dozen years to the peo-
pie. That silent, pale, resolute aWfully
patient woman who had been loving
them resistlessly all these years, who
was now over there digging at tile lily
ling graves of the people, what of tile
place called her home, the center OF
her benignant influence? It should not
perish. The people of Bowen street
surrounded the place md fought death
for a grim hour aided BY re enforce
ments Of the depar ent. 58 In almost
| 9 dream Of a ction Barton and Gordon
had participa ated lin this wild fury OF
defense. They: first carried the body
OF Mrs. Ca ylor into the hall. AS they
! laid it down both knew that what they
laid down wal IA i ifeless, shapeless
heap Of bones and flesh. She was with
Louie now rs /. s
On the other sidefof Jordan.
| In the sweet fields OF Eden
1 Where the tree Of lifesis blooming.
SS The men rushed out to the del fen1se
and in that next Shour Vaterside dis
trict Witnessed as heroic3a struggle q s
any age of chliyalry ever sboasted. II
was not an occasion for the depart sl,sl,t
ment to dictate any rules 81 methods
of procedure. The people mad rules
They tore down buildings s, flung Ih,e.mll
selves upon aiming fra gments
stamped under foot ind literally sbeeat b,es
back the. fury Of the encirclinig ire
And Al Hope House hen il
wa AT lJl;lcll
ened eta ced eorched but & nj intact
and into its arc chWa anne streanli11e
ark rocession forms bear ri1 3
dreadfu 3burd lens which n ere laid Nj
straight rows throug the hal Il nj vi
the library floor. Before Tie ia
aWn brok throu 81 the pa Ii 5of3 smoke
drip ping a drizzlin ali; that Den