Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-01-03
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toms coughs 8 worse.
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The uspay cynical voice actually
broke with sob that cut 9Gordon
deep, alfhosh in that tense moment
which had ONE on 30 swift there
was a fierc, joy at the confess ION his
friend had hde.
He bent oer and put handpn Bar
toms. and ley sat thus silea for a
gracious mdent. 1t was siNificant
that neitherSf them had saidA word
about Bartds physical condition and
his hopeless future. 80 far as thysical
life was coeerned. The Stiffness in
the room vi suddenly interrup pted by
a clang out 1 the street. I:
Gordon VET over to the window and
looked out. 4.
1.-The dep4ment is making a nne
run," he sai6riefiy to Barton.f
1t was lat and the avenue was al.
most empty tShAraa3c.-Asea1zssfpu pure
white horseSn the engine which pre-
ceded the t and ladder wagons
plunged forWsA with a desperate but
glad abandoDtA struck fire from the
pavement ana Airled the engine along
with mad b glorious energy that
made human bod run faster.and kept
the pulses beatE with sympathy. The
driver and his assistant leaned for
ward. their ba heads tossing their
free hair behld; the whole scene
flashed by In t. night like a bit torn
out of. Roma chariot race Of the
dead past. raiformed by chance to
the moderi municipality, whose streets
are lighted witt electricity. ind whose
buildings loom up in the 'fmoky air
like crags besid the prairie lea.
The whlriinggroup sweptaround the
corner at the nd of the lext block,
Stacking speed just enough to avoid
turning over. Dhn Gordon came back
to Dayid's side
Where lis tn fire"
II didn't notie the alarm. Must have
been a still ont
"Have you eer thought what would
happen, John. a fire evf got good
chance around Hope HouseT
"Have I? hink Of it every time l
20 into the ddble decker. They are
simply traps. II fire ever started in
the basement ( No. 81, / would be a
mfsacle ifanybdy got out alive"
"aow about Hope House itselfT The
question showd uneasiness.
Hope Hous is dry Old shell In
side. 1t woul go like ti9ler."
.'The fire tdight is not down that
wayY
mo; the tams turned up Favell
street"
'Is No. 81 ay worse thai other num-
bersT
mo; it's Ietter in some ways. But
there's a barry In the basement. They
fry greasy pughnuts oves cracked
stove. Onedrop Of greaie catching
fire in the pace might swsep a score
Of children Ito eternity"
They'd bebetter of in eternity than
In the tenemq qt, wouldn't tieyf Maybe
the best thinf you could do would be to
pray for Nop1 to catch on fire when
the winds jut right"
John Gorda made no answer, and
Barton asked drowsily:
"How about Mr.. Marsh? Ysu dropped
me line abolt the probability of his
having an interest In helping Miss An
drews financially" :
"Mr. Marsh Is tie landl0d Of No.
91." 5
"sho! Yor don't sayw The voice
was awake sgain. Then dhe amount
of his contriution % social settlements
is not yet m,deipblic| J
"Mr. Marst hss ben with ne through
the district today. He saw his own
tenement for the first time"
That's a good ,tory; tellEme about
It." The voice wS again dpWSy.
Tt's too late, .Dsvid" Gordon remon-
strated
mo; it isn't. .I'p gdng to deep here.
/ often do. It stats tie cough If l get
MP again. Fin eoml lortable You'll
stay all nighti You know your room
Do, that's coed felltw. ! may want
you to help me sarnSs up the cough
In the morning."
"Yes; I'll stay II ypu want me to
Are you comfortble 9ereT
Every much 81 old man. Go ahead
with Mr.. Marsh
Gordon had nj tailed five minutes
before Barton gas aeeep, an unnat,
ural slumber, tore Ike death than