Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-04-11
enough to Kill the heart of a giant"

enough to XIII the heart of a giant
God is not dead" Gordon answered
He shook hands al around and thanked
Falmouth and the singers, feeling lit
tie ashamed Of his curt silence at the
tenoF's refusal to accept his invitation
Falmouth promised to come down soon
and take tea at Hope House and parted
with Gordon under the impression that
the afternoons experience had brought
them some closer together
How little any one OF US reckons on
the changes that come into all OUT plans
by the accidents of life, and yet how
many great events owe their great ness
to apparent trities that are called acct
dents for want OF a better name
Gordon had gone up to see David
Barton that same evening Barton had
greeted him eheerful1y and again as
tonished 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
Aoo sSo1eU VI ILL., baIlOu cluc-
kled-
Il don't know. He is deep in certain
directions. But I viii know the secret
Of his hold In fact, I 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 -
Time to put the cough on the shelf
Barton said He had not had 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
to Barton:
'-Cone here. Look: Isn't that a
fire over near the end OF Bowen street,
Waterside disuicty'
Right you are Barton exclaimed
9iekly. The Moss street cars will
take US within block Let's 60"
David, you ought not to risk
Risk nothing. What's day or two
more or less. Gomez
Gordon put on his hat Barton threw
on light overceat- 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 drizzlins 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 a grin
They LETT the car where it crossed
Bowen street and ran down toward
the place. People were running in
from all the side streets.
It's No. 81, Mr.. Aarsh's double
DECKER Gordon painted as they drew
nearer.
| Barton did not answer He was
brea thing 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 wa:
! rising.
See there cried Barton suddenly
| he pointed to the upper story OF the
double decker. 4 child had come tt
| the window She held out a younger
child in her arms For second sh.
! stood there in plain view of the GROVE
in the street, and then she disappeared
In another moment she came to tn.
window again
Look. Look hundred voice:
called out Up through the central al
shaft sixty feet above the court :
tongue Of fame 1eaped- The next in
slant out Of every window except tn
row fronting on the street with a rusl
and roar the fire broke, rafting tn
glass to the ground and licking TIL
whole structure around with hungry
greedy, long anticipated delight
The child with her burden Of tn
younger child again appeared at On
OF the top windows. The crowd roaret
4 wagon tore around the corner. Lac
ders ratified as they were pulled out
They will be too late They can
save her. Barton groaned- The Who'll
street was now bright as noon- Th
child did not cry. She stood there, be
pale face looking down, her arms CLASP
ing the little figure tighter to her bod,
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