News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-03-04

many great events owe Tner greatness
to apparent tritles that are called acct
dents for want of better name.
Gordon had gone up to see David
Barton that same evening. Barton had
greeted him cheerfully and again as
tonishcd him by his appearance. They
had fingered long over their evening
! talk. and Gordon had interested Barton
tremendously in his account of the
meeting with Tommy Randall.
"You scored on him." Barton chuc-
kled.
II don't know. He is deep in certain
directions. But 1 will know the secret
of his hole. In fact, l think I have it
! already. He will never best me-" Cor
don answered firmly, but modestly.
They sat on, postponing bedtime until
the clocks struck u.
Thine to put the cough on the shelf"
Barton said. He had not had a spell all
the evening, to GOrdOn's relief.
Gordon went into his room, which
had windows commanding a view Of
the lower part of the city.
He came back instantly and called
10 Barton:
Come here! Look! Isn't that
fire over near the end of Bowen street,
Waterside district?'
Fright you are" Barton exclaimed
quickly. "The Moss street cars will
take us within a block. Let's 60"
David, you ought not to risk
Risk nothing! What's day or two
more or less. Gomez
Gordon put OH his hat. Barton threw
on a light overcOat, though the evening
was not cold, and they went down as
fast as possible. AS they passed out
into the Boulevard and ran over to
the next corner to get the first car a
fine mist swept into their faces Be
fore the car came the mist had changed
to a drizzling rain and a breeze had
sprung up.
"You ought not to have come" Cor
don said again.
Don't give me away to my cough.
Let's fool it as long as possible" Bar
ton said, with grin.
They left the car where it crossed
Bowen street and ran down toward
the place. People were running in
from all the side streets.
Its No. 81, Mr. Marsh's double
decker" Gordon painted as they drew
nearer
Barton did not answer He was
breathing painfully, but did not slack
en- his pace. In college he had been
the prize winner for the half mile.
The department had stretched a cor
don across the street, but the mob dis
regarded it, Flames were pouring out
of the basement windows of No. 81,
where the Bakery was. The wind was
rising.
"See there"' cried Barton suddenly.
He pointed to the upper story of the
double decker. A child had come to
the window. She held out a younger
child in her arms. For second she
stood there in plain view of the crowd
in the street, and then she disappeared
In another moment she came to the
window again.
Look. Look a hundred voices
called out. Up through the central air
shaft sixty feet above the court a
tongue of flame leaped. The next in
slant out of every window except the
row fronting on the street with a rush
and roar the fire broke, rafting the
glass to the ground and licking the
whole structure around with hungry,
greedy, long anticipated delight.
The child with her burden of the
younger child again appeared at one
Of the top windows. The crowd roared
A wagon tore around the corner. Lad
ders ratified as they We're pulled out.
They will be too late They can't
save her!' Barton groaned. The whole
street was now bright as noon. The
child did not cry She stood there, her
pale face looking down, her arms clasp
ing the little figure tighter to her body.