The Brunswick daily news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1903-1906, 1904-10-30
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the words. che thinks don't see
him .
Like a fash the situation dawned
upon me. The works stood on the
dark. deserted outskirts Of the city,
and the paymaster. who drove down IN
a little light buggy, always brought
| second man and a revolver with him,
to guard against highwaymen. The
works were generally well watched
within. What adverse fate was 1t that
had emptled the Office building To-
night?
What should | do? II there was one
man already up stairs. of course there
was another one somewhere-pe perhaps
two or three others.
/ rose, humming a careless song. put
/ ting into it. I am sure, most artistic
tremoIo without the slightest effort
Il think III finish my tabuiating on
the other machinct' / called ont to
Kate, and whipped the cover off
| long carriage typewriter that stood By
me- Inserting for FORMS sake a long
sheet Of paper, with trembling fingers
| raped out:
81 understand. Can you tell IL an.
other one comes up?"
Eyes; l see the stairway" answered
Kate. "No one in sight"
as it too dark to see the road from
your window? Could you scream out
and warn the men as they come down
| the hill?"
Ucovs4 roo H. b;i1 - o,,s.,-.,,.,.1 a.,
chattering typewriter. Don't dare
move. Think he has me covered with
revolver"
In spite Of my fright could but mar
vel at Rates admirable composure.
She sat tapping away at her machine,
pausing now and then with little puz-
zled frown, with a pretense Of deei-
phering the notes in her book.
| thought fast. Could l write a note
and toss 1t down to those two silent
sisters belowI 1t was too dark They
would take It for a mere waste scrap Of
paper, and dared not call out
another man." licked the machine,
monotonously. "TIe has stopped on the
landing in dark corner. Not coming
up"
"Shall call from my Window" said
| the long carriage machine.
"No, no." answered the other. swat
| till we hear the wheels, at least.'
Don't you move, whatever you do"
| said. 'T'll try TO call from the toilet
room window. Some one may see me"
l rose, and still humming my care.
less song. walked across into the safe
little inner room and flung the window
up. Outside all was silence and dark
ness If only workman would stroll
within that illuminating band OF light
that the lamp threwl
At That moment heard the light
rumble of wheels. A wild impulse
seized me to fly back to the outer office.
fling up the window and warn the un-
suspectlng paymaster. Then I caught
sight Of the whistle rope. In an in
slant I sprang to it-well out of sight
of the crouching intruders-and blew
for dear life. over and over, the six
short blasts OF the "hurry-uph call.
Crisp and clear It shrieked in what
Kate used to speak of afterward rs
''nngel tones" "All hands double quick
to the engineers officer
| They poured in from every quarter.
| | heard the crunch OF many feet upon
the gravel. Never was a more welcome
sound. Safe now from fear of detec-
ton, re-entered the toilet room,
| closed the door behind me. flung up
| the window, and called out to the won.
| dering crowd below;
Two men are up here with pistols,
waiting to waylay the paymaster"'
! heard the calls, the sudden shifting
Of pressure; l saw the throng pour in
below; knew they would not come up
stairs unarmcd, and l flew back to see
what had befallen Kate.
But too bewildered TO connect the
alarming shrek of the whistle on the
roof with the girl who still sat evoking
meaningless words from her faithful
machine, two men darted by her and
| jumped out Of the laboratory windows
| to the yard below.
| One fell heavily and was picked up
unconscious. A revolver lay beside
him. The other man never was cap
tured, although the hue and cry was
hot after him. 1t was found that he
boarded car at the nearest point, and
after that all trace was lost.
Kate and l We're regarded as great
heroines and Mr. Storer was never
tired of joking us on our burglar
! alarms and nrptendtno 10 nol-n finn nj
us. But we heard from many quarters
that he felt very proud Of his assist
ants.
We still cherish. each of us. a sheet
of paper covered with typewriter
characters that seem destitute of all
sense. but we read between the lines
and they mean great deal to u.s..
Youths Companion.