The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-08-10

of him. Still, better to wait little
while and then-the top entrance and
face to face in his Office. The draw
ings are there. Who can guess what
card Holder will play when faced with
a climax? Best to- come armed, any
way. And if the pistol has to be used,
why, what feeble spark it will be
amidst all this roar and flame and
changing stir. How terrified Jess would
be if All, he will soon be away
now.
The furnaces are empty and the
bucket, containing many tons of
molten steel, is being carried over to
the mold. Seton Holder stands upon
an iron box about three feet from the
ground level, and is ready to give the
final order to remove the bucket-plug.
Then suddenly he looks up at the
chains above and shouts with horror.
One of the side pivots is bending,
breaking. There is wild shout from
the men as they rush for the door, and
that mighty cauldron of Kissing, seeth-
ing steel turns over and runs like a
fiery lake on the floor. Swift as some
bursting dam it darts it's fiery way, fed
deeper by the swinging bucket Seton
Holder, looking which way to escape,
pauses moment too long. Like a
flash the metal surrounds the mold he
is on and he stands, as it were, on an
iron island amid lake Of white-hot
running steel. Above the noise and
confusion he hears some one scream
ing: Run for your lives"
Run? Yes, but how can he cross this
burning moat? The heat is terrific.
He sees the steel forcing channel
down to number five pit, which con-
tains water. If it reaches there-the
thought sets him shuddering. Have
they all escaped but him? The heat
is scorching, suffocating, and it will
take hours for this mass of steel to
cool and set-hours; why long before
that he will be literally baked alive.
Will none of them come to save him?
No. no; they will not risk the explosion
until it is too late. The growing fear
of horrible death overwhelms him,
and he screams with terror Then
some one dashes through the door,
beats his way through the hands that
try to stop him, runs nimbly UP the
foot-ladder and along the wide baulks
that hold the rails for the crane
Look, he is clinging now to the
chain. Lower" he shouts, and lower
he comes; down, down, until he swings
as close to that terrible liquid bed as
the men he is, trying to save. For
ward!" he roars, and there is the click
of levers, the hiss of steam, and the
rattle of the ponderous crane. Hold"
he screams, as he lurches forward,
seizes Holder, and clings to him with
wonderful strength. For moment it
seems as though both must slip and
crash to their doom, and then, tightly
clasped together, rescuer and rescued
are swung clear of the burning lake,
and on into safety. And the last thing
Seton Holder notes ere he sinks into
Inconsistencies is confused babel OF
voices, and above them all some one
loudly clamoring for cheers for brave
Jack Simpson.
For a week Jack Simpson lay de-
lirious-a week of great anxiety and
terrible tension to his wife. Over and
over again had he gone through the in
cidents Of that memorable night. In
his wanderings she learnt of the dark
purpose he had brooded upon; how he
had seen the awful position Seton
Holder had been placed in; how, at
sight of fellow-creature in such hor-
rlble danger, he had come to his nor
NAL senses, flung the pistol from him
and resolved to save the man who had
schemed to wreck his happiness.
Jess" he said, almost the first in
telligent words he spoke as he chung
to her in recognition; 81 didn't do it;
thank Heaven l didn't do it."
Flush, dear" she said, you never
could have done it; your nature would
not let you. No one knows but us and
the doctor that you We're so cruelty
tempted. And we are all to forget
that. Let us start now and never refer
to it again"
Daddy" cried Miss Beatrice Simp-
son, running to his bedside, why don't
sou SCI DSlteI! L mere S Sucn q lou OF
nice fings waiting for you"
Yes" said her mother, "and have
letter to read when you are strong
enough"
IF it is good news" he said, with
feeble smile, I've the strength of a
giant now"
ut is long letter." she said, "and
the doctor s. orders are strict. But its
chief contents are that Fairlow's wish
to buy your new process and the price
they offer is G1,500. They also wish to
know if you will undertake to put it
into operation and run it at their
American works at salary Of"
She paused.
Don't kill me with kindness" he
said.
big boats go to Merica," interrupts
ed Miss Beatrice, with the usual alert
ness of young eyes and young ears.
THE letter." went on Mrs. Simpson,
is signed by Seton Holder. He deep
ly regrets, and is full of gratitude to
Won for SO nnh1v sayino bic l;fo IJa