Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-01-14

lust what to do next. Under her lead
ership order grew out Of awful confu-
sion, and Hope House, transferred into
hospital, knew at once that she who
had been the gracious head Of the set
tlement was also its director under the
shadow Of this fearful calamity.
Barton had been carried into one of
the residents rooms. When Gordon
came in to see him after he had yielded
to re-enforcements sent in by the de-
partment, Barton was lying 80 pale and
still that Gordon feared the end had
come, but the great eyes opened in
moment, and Barton whispered:
"Take me up to my rooms, John.
williams is used to caring for me, and
I am in the way here"
"In the way! Miss Andrews" Cor
don. spoke to her as she appeared at
the door of the room, "is my friend Mr..
Barton in the way here"
I'm the way! feared you had
passed on, Mr.. Barton, when saw
you carried into the house by Mr.. Cor
don. You are not able to be moved.
The exposure
"The exposure did me good" Barton
interrupted almost roughly. "Send for
a carriage, John. can 60 easily enough.
tainted out there. I'm not used to
night work. They saved Hope House.
Miss Andrews"
eyes, thank God," she said softly.
Even with all the horrors Of that night,
and the awful sight out in the hall and
library, she felt thrill at the thought
that the people had loved her little.
"Get me out of here, john" Barton
said again as Miss Andrews stepped
back into the hall and resumed her
work. "It's the beginning Of the end,
and I don't want 1t to come to me
here"
Gordon did not demonstrate. Under
other circumstances he might have
done so. When he had first entered the
room, he had partly closed the door, but
the groans, the shrieks for mercy, the
walls Of friends discovering relatives
in the piles of crushed humanity out
on the floor, had swept into the room
and Barton had shrunk down In the
bed and shuddered. Gordon went out,
closed the door and ordered carriage
for Barton. When it came, he went to
help Barton get ready. To bis amaze
ment he was up and waiting. When he
cot up off the bed on which he was sit
ting, he reeled on his feet and would
have fallen If Gordon had not put an
arm about him.
"You are not able to leave"
II am, tell you! l will never die
here. I'll live long enough to get to my
rooms. And I'll live long enough to
write up this horror too. The day OF
judgment ought to begin today for
some of the people in this God forsaken
metropolis, Jofp. There's your friend,
Mr.. Marsh! l suppose the building was
insured. He never loss anything, ehl
Not that sort!'
Gordon supported him through the
hall, and Barton, In spite Of his tre-
mendous will power, nearly tainted at
the sights and sounds there. Miss An
drews was helping one Of the surgeons.
A great crowd thronged the entrance
to Hope House, and Gordon had great
difficulty in getting Barton out to the
carriage.
He put him into 1t and was stepping
in himself when Barton pulled the
door and told the driver to 60 on.
Gordon hesitated.
you're needed here. Go on, driver.
I'll promise to live till tomorrow, John.
Go In and help her. She needs some
one"
The carriage started slowly on &C
count of the crowd. Gordon waved a
silent goodby. When the carriage was
out of Bowen street. Barton tainted.
He Iay like q dead man in a corner OF
the carriage. and when the driver
reached his rooms and got down to
open the door he was frightened at the
sight of what looked like corpse IN
the carriage He and Williams carried
Barton in. and before noon Barton lay
In tremendous fever. which the doc
tor said was clear case Of pneumonia
Cant save him." the doctor said to
Williams CURLY. "I'll send up the best
nurse we've got. But Barton might as
we'll shoot himself as do what he did
last night"
Down at Hope House all day John
Gordon. Grace Andrews, the assistants
and score of surgeons worked to save
life. with heart breaking doubt In their
souls as they labored as to the future
fate Of the mangled. crushed, burned,
manned humanity that did not merci-
fully die. In the feverish horror Of 1t
all, as the work Of searching the ruins
went on and dense throngs Of curiosity
seekers choked all the district, John
Gordon was aware Of one prominent
figure that was apparently omnipres-
ent-Tommy Randall. He was on hand,
cheerfully encouraging those who had
lost everything, securing temporary
quarters for those who were wander
ing bewildered through the streets or
sitting dumb and stolid on their DAM
aged piles Of household goods, distrib-
uting wagon loads Of bread and coffee
and in several cases hunting up lost
children and bringing together families
that had become separated during the
confusion.
Once as he stepped out Of the hall for
a moment to get breath Of fresh air
Gordon almost ran into Randall, who
had one child by the hand and another
in his arms. both Of them devouring
sandwiches. Randall nodded to Cor
don. but did not speak. and Gordon