The commonwealth. (Greenwood, Miss.) 1896-1923, 1904-06-18

f'''"'''H "'''-r '''I '|''''7 1850
pcrato, jack she pleaded,
Nothing wrong or desperate" he
promised, But there was Gn expression
In his eyes she had never seen before
Later she said to him.
Revenge is not u game for two,
dear. If it was It would 20 on and on
without stopping. 1t Is not even sweet
as they say it is, Promise me yon viii
attempt no harm to Seton Holder,
You look SO queer, Jack, | nm afraid
for yout"
Il promise he said.
But IN his heart he knew he lied.
on the following night he went ont
about eight o'clock, She kissed him in
the doorway and whispered again:
Nothing wrong, and nothing desper-
ate, Jack" and he solcmnly answered
Nothing to be ashamed Of, Jess"
Yet a tcrnpcat of violence ragged within
him as he swung down the dark, lone
Iy road. What his actual purpose IA
he could not himself have told.
One thing was uppermost in his
mind-hc must see Holder at one
And with the -four Ehillings that Ber-
naby had left he had picked up an
ugly looking, secondhand revolver.
He fingered this in his pocket as h.
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 nave his drawings back at any
cost He almost felt elatcd at the task
before him. II would be an easier
1Eht, surely, than the fight of the past
few weeks. the fight with those gaunt
leaders to cXtremes-hunger and cold
and despair.
Fairlow's huge foundry, standing In
the valley before him, shines out In
a glow of it's 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 halr-past nine and ten. That
will mean Holder experimenting, so
that he must be on the works until q
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-housc and into the
great works Of Fairlow's. The night
was almost pitch dark, but he knew his
way and never taltcred On, past the
dark, closed warehouses and pattern
shops, over the bridge and down the
railway, past huge stacks Of coal and
iron. now over q waste piece Of ground
scattered with giant c~oE-whecIs, ships
anchors, old boilers, cylinders and the
Ike,
I~ist-sumeone IS coming this way
Hs dives under n wagon, jumps a low
Web, and finds himself beside the
caRting-shop, which seems to reyel In
the hum and thrub and glow Of the
| nights work. About II feet from the
ground there are large gaps with iror
bars across to take the place of win
dows. He climbs upon q heap OF scrap
metal and peers through n OF these
II Is a familiar scene TO him-the lonl
shop with It's earthen floor Uttered
with moldiug boxes and tools an,
strange machines.
Here men are busy shaping the phi
ab'a clay into many fantastic shapes
there, fierce, rough-built fires are bak
ing them dry In readiness TO receiy
the molten metal. There is the dul
thud Of hammers falling on sand an
dirt. and tho shriller rattle of metal
in conflict where the castings are be
tng cleaned. In the center Of the sho
a vast pit showG the upper nodded por
lions OF the stern for a mighty shil
At the far end the furnaces o \ lik
ravenous beasts as they are fed by to
after ton of raw ores and metals b
men stripped to the waist,
Farther on, across q platform, ahoy
and past the furnaces, is the office
the manager. Seton Holder. Ike ht
lust come out, across the platform an
, down the gangway. He puts on a pa
of blue glasses and looks into tho'
, roaring furnaces; then blows a whist
Z. A monstrous overhead a rattle
J along Just under the roof and love-
. m enormous bucket-shaped cauldrc
! seneath the level Of the furnace ia
Another whistle, scarcely heard abo'
r the thud Of hammers, and n stream
q molten steel is rushing into that 6
gantie bucket, A dozen workmen pr
r pare with long iron bars to steady