The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1908-01-24

men and boys Were soldering cans
Uncle Dukes bench was near win
dow at the farther end.
"The room was full Of fun Uncle
Duke had appeared that morning in
new pair of trousers striped black
and white. Everybody was joking
! him, and he was giving back little
better than he got.
Il looked down from rear window
on the fiat gravel roof of the boiler
shed. In the middle was sag more
than foot deep. A rafter had EVIL
IDENTIFY given way. Suddenly ] felt
weak and shaly; that hollow must
be pretty nearly over the safety
valves! What if the roof was holding
them down so that the boilers could
now blow of!
ut wouldn't do to start panic
among the workers. My first duty
was to see that the steam didn't get
above a hundred.
"No man with so bad sprain ever
stairs. danced into the boiler-room;
the gage-needles stood at one hun
bred and FIVE!
Leaning short ladder against
one boiler, climbed the rounds, un-
/ til i could see over its top. A rafter
lay directly across the safety-valves;
they wouldn't have blown off at a
thousand pounds!
Perhaps my knees didn't wabble
as backed down that ladder, yelling
for Joe! In he ran from the engine
room.
"'Haul your fires, quick!' shouted,
pointing to the cages. He gave one
look, and his copper face turned a
mottled gray. He jumped for the
lever which turns the CRATE over and
pulled it toward him. The two-foot
bed of hot Goals clattered into the
ash-pan.
II hurried out through the engine
room. Everybody must get away
/ from the factory at once. shouted
at the top of my lungs:
The boiler may burst any min
ute! Out of this for your lives!
"You can believe there was STAN
pede. The workers dropped every
thing, and scuttled from the shop and
sheds, some SO badly frightened that
they screamed, others SO much worse
frightened that they couldn't.
II limped back into the boiler-room.
Boys and men in the second story
were rushing helter-skelter for the
stairs Crack! went a floor board.
For a minute thought the whole
crowd was coming through on our
heads. Then heard them shutting
down the steps outside.
"Just as I thought that all were out
heard heavy feet running above. I'm
Gle Duke had at first thought of jump
ing from a window, but had changed
his mind on seeing the way to the
stairs clear at last He came on the
jump, landed on the cracked board,
and smashed through. The floor
caught him under the armpits, and
there he hung, kicking and yelling:
90 boys, get me out! Take me
down before the boiler busts!'
eff it hadn't been for him, Joe and
I would have run that minute, for we
held our lives in our hands. But we
couldn't leave him hanging there
helpless, so we began to rake out the
fires on the bricks 1 had forgotten
all about my sprained ankle.
"The ceiling was ten feet high, and
Uncle Duke dangled right over the
hearth, his heels on a level with our
heads. We worked like beavers, dodg-
ing his kicking legs, and paying no
attention to his yells for help. 1t
would have taken several minutes to
extricate him, and by that time prob
ably either the boilers would have
burst or the danger would be over.
"The needles climbed-one hundred
and ven-eight-would they
is no stronger than its weakest spot,
and at any second some rusted plate
might give way. All this time Uncle
Duke was yelling the bluest kind of
murder, and kicking his striped legs
back and forth.
W. uOSQ OuL lie dSA-pduo uulA1 LuC
hearth was piled with glowing Goals.
The heat and gas came up round I'm
Gle Duke, frightening him half out of
his wits. He began to kick and yell
worse than ever:
Help! Murder! Help! I'm roast
ing to DEATH!
Keep quiet, Uncle Duke. keep
quiet! shouted. Wen get you
down in little while
But that didn't comfort him. The
embers were too hot No, MOI he
screamed. Don't wait! I'm afire al
ready. I'll be burned to crisp In
FIVE minutesn
ut was no use trying to console
him; so / gave it up. BY this time
we had the ash-pans clear. We gro :
bed shovels, and began to carry the
Goals out into the yard. looked at