Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1904-06-29


little 'un. Knowing this, you let me
CO."
Our need was SO great" she an
swered
And l, he went on, have entrusted
him with my one great hope-a secret
even from you, Jess I had an idea for
a patent process that might be worth
thousands to Fairlow's. In our ex-
tremity 1 confded it yesterday to
Seton Holder, and sought his adj
vice as to it being practicable He
thought it would be no use; said I
might leave the drawings for consid-
GRAFTON, but felt sure they would be
failure. Of course, he thought they
would be no use. o, fool, fool, that
Was!"
She covered her face with her
hands, and he sprang up with cry of
establishment. your ring, your we'd
ding ring" he exclaimed; where is
it?"
81 pawned it," she replied; eve must
not starve. We must make fight OF
it. Don't think it did not hurt me to
part with it, but it can really make no
difference. 1 pawned it two days ago
and you have only just noticed. Don't
be angry with me, Jack. Leave go my
wrists; you hurt me-"
What success for him." he said,
gravely, Ito have already removed the
ring. You are right; we must make
fight of it's
Nothing wrong, and nothing des-
perate, jack" she pleaded.
Nothing wrong or desperate" he
promised. But there was an expression
in his eyes she had never seen before.
Later she said to him:
Revenge is not a game for two,
dear. If it was it would go on and on
without stopping. 1t is not even sweet
as they say it is. Promise me you will
attempt no harm to Seton Holder
You look so queer, Jack. 1 am afraid
for you!"
II promise" he said.
But in his heart he knew he lied.
On the following night he went out
about eight o'clock. She kissed him in
the doorway and whispered again:
Nothing wrong, and nothing desper-
ate, jack and he solemnly answered:
Nothing to be ashamed of, Jess"
One thing was uppermost in his
mind-he must see Holder at once
And with the four shillings that Ber-
naby had left he had picked up an
ugly-looking, secondhand revolver
He fingered this in his pocket as he
went along. If it were not for the sake
of Jess and the little 'un-No, no,
he must not think of that But he
must have his drawings back at any
cost. He almost felt elated at the task
before him. 1t would be an easier
fight, surely, than the fight Of the past
few weeks, the fight with those gaunt
leaders to extremes-hunger and cold
and despair.
Fairlow's huge foundry, standing in
the valley before him, shines out in
glow of its own making-smoke and
| flame and roaring furnaces and tower
| ing chimneys. He had heard they are
| to cast the stern frame of a great ship
between half-past nine and ten. That
will mean Holder experimenting, so
| that he must be on the works until a
late hour. Nothing to be ashamed of,
| Jess" he had said. But deep in his
heart he knew that he had lied.
Knowing the place intimately, it was
an easy matter for Jack Simpson to
| slip past the time-house and into the
| great works of Fairlow's. The night
was almost pitch dark, but he knew his
| NO II foI4 ~, 49,
dark, closed warehouses and pattern
shops, over the bridge and down the
railway, past huge stacks of coal and
iron; now over waste piece of ground
scattered with giant cog-wheels, ships
anchors, old boilers, cylinders and the
| like
| Hist-someone is coming this way.
He dives under wagon, jumps a low
wall. and finds himself beside the
casting-shop, which seems to revel in
the hum and throb and glow of the
nights work. About IL feet from the
ground there are large gaps with iron
| bars across to take the place of win
dows. He climbs upon heap of scrap
metal and peers through one of these
| 1t is familiar scene to him-the long
shop with its earthen floor Uttered
with molding boxes and tools and
strange machines.
Here men are busy shaping the pill
able clay into many fantastic shapes;
there, fierce, rough-built fires are bak-
ing them dry in readiness to receive
the molten metal. There is the dull
thud of hammers falling on sand and
dirt, and the shriller rattle of metals
in conflict where the castings are be-
ing cleaned. In the center of the shoI
q vast pit shows the upper nodded por-
lions of the stern for a mighty ship
At the far end the furnaces roar like
ravenous beasts as they are fed by tor
after ton of raw ores and metals by
men stripped to the waist
Farther on, across a platform, above
and past the furnaces, is the Office OF
the manager, Seton Holder. He has
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