The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-07-12

Don monoxide remained to cause q
racking pain in the head. drowsy
faintness. Mikol fought the letnarsy
with all his might
Il saw house that / would ike TO
rent. Wake up and listen. or snaii
mink you will make bad wife, care
less housekeeper."
are very kind. Mikol: now let me rest.
In the middle of the morning! IL IL
not II O'Clock yet. I.aziness.
1t must be evening, / think LOOK
at your watch and See
I have matches but ii would DC
dangerous to strike one. There may De
more of the gas than at first: you can
not tell. Still, l am sure 1t Isl carry.
You may think ii is long time, but l
know 1t cannot be an hour. They
would have found us in an hour.
Where was this house you saw?
Her gentle readiness to humor INN
touched Mikol to the soul. His laugh
drew unaccountable tears after IT, 10
sting his eyelids. and he could not
speak. Lethal WEAKNESS fastened anew
upon them: they We're silent. Later.
Szirdelis aroused himself by deter
mined effort
Wake. Wake. Maryte,"
She lifted her hand and brushed the
hair from her forehead. A little sob,
curiously like the grief of a child.
spoke her despair
WIFI they take us out before we are
dead, Mike? My head IL ches: the dark
H. so heavy OH the top Of my head. ]
aru afraid sometimes. II seems as IL
my breath would 1t go in far
enough
The air is bad. That does it,"
But / think ii gets verse"
Yes; a little worse
What will happen then. big Miko'"
Nothing will happen. Our heads will
ache, but we must sit up as high as We
can from the floor and last till they get
us. Do not fall down. The air is worse
at the bottom
We've are going to die, think"
said the girl after a long pause Il
am afraid. i am such a coward. you
know. You must not die first. Mikol.
and leave me alone in the dark. Your
lips are cold, but you must not die be-
fore 1 do Promise,"
Thus / warm them. Yes can
promise; / am very strong man. Fur
ther, we will not die. we must last till
they get us. Tell me what kind of
dishes we will buy to eat off of. Blue
ones? Or all white?'
The girl wept softly.
II am afraid to die. Mikol. am not
fit for paradise. l wish we had a
priest"
II wish that i had a pick, rather"
he retorted sturdily. 1T would be more
use. No. it is not that l am afraid of
dying. nor that / am anxious about
paradise Only I love living. I do not
speak against holy things. Christ forbid
it,-but life is what I want. My life
and yours"
The silence grew longer. the words
fewer. after that. Presently a sound
several times repeated, faint, but each
time the same, forced his attention.
Listen. listen, girl, What's that like
to you? / think 1 hear something"
Il hear. Like an iron button dropped
in a teacup, should say. What makes
1t? What does IL mean?"
Men digging make it. That is our
fellows, Maryte. hammering with picks
on the rock. Did / not tell your
They listened again. The blows were
faint, evidently very far away, the fall
must be many yards through.
Call to them. They may think we
are not here and go off"
Mikol shouted. knowing while he did
so that the rock would not transmit
voices, whether in appeal or answer.
The tapping strokes went on: then
presently ceased.
They are going." gasped the girl.
Mikol was on his feet, she sank beside
him, clutching at his knees. do some
thing, Do something! Hammer on the
rock. Something, / cannot have them
co." T
With a madness that was more de-