Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1908-12-12

standing In water up to bis knees. BY
I fhea tVS &c. lad 7pothd me BOAT scsoss
he basin SsHe Was An Imminent dAHgeF
Of sinking but be mana ged to keep her
4 aHeat- till the -fairRay was reached
and tHeu~fet her lslrk as nearly as
/ possible ttthe mfdd+e and swan back
| 10 his mates on the quay.
"Therel" he laughed to the consta-
bic. II couldn't help having an acct
| dent AMI getting sunk right in the har-
| Dor mouth, could IT. NJ
With Der deeper draft no steamer
could enter that shallow little harbor
now. however high the tide, but the
1 light, randy little Usher boats could
20 IN and out as usual
I Hes done me said John Trevena
TO his daughter. . BY sundown they'll
have to throw the lot overheard, and
shall have to pay just the same"
1T was too, bad Of you, father, to
buy them at AFT Hffda answered
"You ought TO have thought ofshe fish
| ermer. b sIsI Mt 4-n9s 44s III =ra
faHoid your tcnguesyrhe eaid angrily.
"eaniteL make a, bargain when it's Of
tered me r.. n4a
| He stood there thinking. lo1 :,
"That FISH could be- landed in the
steamers boats as 'suresas my 1namc,s
JehnFsh he announced He took down.
his fow hing piece and deliberately load.
| ed IT, Il -r
..Oh. father. Hilda exclaimed, aghast.s
BE duiet." he snapper and stafked
ont to The group on the quay 5swsrs7
a"Thoss pilchards are coming ashore
now. my ,ads," he said determindedly.
gCowed, each afraid that IL John. IRE.
yena fred he would be hit, they stay
ed and watched ia sullen silence till
the last boat load had been carried into
the factory STOW ~f-rr rc 1sA4 -4dr
Fearing that the factory would be
broken into IN, the night and the fish
destroyed. John Trevena insisted upon
Keeping watch there with his fowling
piece h- - 30 ,sz.ama=5 So
Ida. alone IN the house, tossed I'M
happily inu herr bed. She was utterly
miserable and cpuld not sleep.
:, Suddenly she jumped ont Of bed and
ran to the window, frightened by an
unnatural glare ii The sky The fish
factory was on Ere. Some ungovern-
able spirits among the fishermen had
chosen that wax OF ,rerenging them
selves
Hastily throwing on some clothes;
she rushed out. making her way
through the crowded. oniooEers straight
to Bob Pengety. their quarrel forgot
ten, bee instinct nrging her TO turn to
the man she loved.
where's my father7- she cried, lay
ing trembling hand upon his arm.
s1sn't no at home IN bed 2" Bob
querfed anxionsiy. iiiw stoYas ms~4
NE" sae Woaned.- "He would spend
| the night in the factory on guard. oh,
save him, BpbI" she pleaded. "He
didn't really mean any harm! Don't
let him be burned to- death!"7a-u b-
'I'llesave him. dear,1 Bob answered
shortly his be none 0. my work r
And without more ado, be plunged
into the flames.
The acrid smoke which arose from
the coarse piichard OIL al IL burned and
the hot air he had perforea to breathe
scorchedph his iungspbut he groped about
until be found, the body Of John Ire
Xena, lying on the floor. Each breath
was like stab with d redhot iron, and
he dared not OPEN bis eyes Blfndiy,
he dragged the unconscious
man along until bis head SWAN and
his legs gave way beneath him. .Strug-
Cling up. again BY a superhuman effort.
be managed to regain the open air with
his burden and Zen Ia a dead faint at
/ Hilda,s feet. Sd t-s4ug!tIon s5S
An hOur later ae lay In q bed In John
Treyena's, house, with sHilda and the
doctor standing over him.
''Now am allowed to speak again."
said Bob Pengeily In q thin. husky
whisper. II should like to tell you how
grateful ann and how much / love.
youi" .gsFs7f a- a,s,t ~
1T is who should be grateful to yen
for saving my fathers life" said Hilda.
leaning down so that her face was
. close to Ills. ain fcsG' - agim 1ss
FIa raised his bead and kissed her
fulrGpen abe lips. -.,s brs .rs-,
"TbegA dearY be whispered in the
same wher2y, asthmatical voice. UGH
never quarrel again. And you'll try.
sweetheart, tolRarn to IKE my singing,
won't yoaT, fssre sdT 5taos
"Your--your veAe viii always be
like this now" j agsss of aq h tered. you'll
never be able. to sing .aay more.'
Never be able to sihg any mcrer'
he echoed. his face falling at the
thought of being thus forced to give
up tile emily hobby OF his life 4,
as'Don't look so unhappy" Hilda beg
ged rYon lost your voice doing
braye deed. and-and you'll have me.
you knowr' 's-4v"
Yes" he responded more cheerful
| Iy. S"p shall have you and Idshall also
have the memory of how l could sing
once to look back uponr'
Why She Could Not Tell.
"What was the text, JaneTr asked
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