The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-08-01

waged battle less brave than ala
the finely equipped heroes III the next
street?
The cry of fire and the bright blaze
had brought Joe from his bed into the
street with all the speed that he couiu
, muster The fire was near and Marys
house might be in danger. This was
his one thought No remembrance
| had he that he had been told to get
out" and hurrying along through one
| street and another he reached the cor
ner just in time to see Hose come
! dashing up.
Millions OF sparks were joining the
MYRIAD stars In the heavens and hoat-
ing swiftly off, bright and beautiful
agents of terror and destruction.
There had been no storm for month
and the January thaw" had melted
all snow from the roofs. Upon these
the brands and sparks were railing
fast In her little yard over In button
street old Mary Slower was alternately
drawing pail after pail OF water.
throwing 1t as high as possible (hard-
, w above the windows), and wringing
her hands in misery and despair,
+ when around the corner OF the mousse
T. burst ice, his hat gone and coat open
to the wind.
Without minutes hesitation he
r forced in the shed door, pulled out the
= old ladder and mounted to the roof.
d Already the shingles were burning In
dozen places, and as Mary drew the
t water and passed 1t, Joe threw II right
Il hand and left. Few roofs caught, for
s nearly all in the neighborhood were
= slated and the wind seemed to single
n ont the little old house with Its dry
a. cedar shingles for its especial prey
Faster and faster fell the glowing
1T embers. and where they touched, tiny
lie swiftly.spreading flames sprang up
lg The old mans knees were growing
); lame and weak; his soaking clothes
d. froze and his hands blistered as VIII
to them. while waiting for water, h'
w smothered the fire here and there.
m, At last the water ceased to come
tn and. looking down he saw Mary situn
m, exhausted by the well Her strengt
m had failed at last and now she coul
lie do no more.
of Not a word had passed betwee
vat them since he first came. and OF thel
int mast differences neither had though
as Clambering quickly down he took Tn
'us exhausted womansin his arms and ca
ried her into the house. then hurryin
me out again. drew each pail OF wat'
it'll himself, and climbing up the ladde
Ids threw IL about.
the But. thank heaven! the worst WI
| mt. 10
,ng along the next street and the dear
AXE house was no longer in the way
Ter flying sparks. The old man wet q
use last glowing single, then slowly al
be- painfully felt his way down fro
so round to round and stood painful
of shiyering in the snow, looking at I
1rm door In indecision. Then he totter
I 1t into the kitchen and lay down, q
his soon Joe knew no more
the II was morning, The gorgeous fiu
that of dawn turned the thick white FRI
rave on the Kitchen window TO crims
and Joe opened his eyes to find hi
self on the familiar horsehair SC
as a with blankets tucked In about him .
the savory smell of pennyroyal
ping hanging over the room. What
little blessed sense of rest ana peace 81
cree. over him. He closed his eyes,
his when he opened them again Mary
rbor. kneeling beside him, the tears sire
over ing down her wrinkled cheeks.
with "Oh, Joe! will You stay now? I'm
rails, sorry! VIII you stay now, Joe?
anty only an old woman, Joe; will you
MOVE"
IN OF Poor Marys lesson was learne
that why. aunt said joe why, a
1. a It's good OF you TO 'aSe me IN w
about I'll stay"