Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-12-17

me because I'm on the level, and Smith
didn't want me around. Find Som
mers, Lucy-you must find Sommers!"
The girl looked about her blankly.
How was she going to find Sommers?
And, then, she didn't really care
whether she found him or not. Som
mers, the gun, everything was second
ary to her now, with Joe OLeary
here, maybe dying. But O'Leary had
commanded her, and the habit Of obe-
dience was strong.
Where Is Sommers, Joe?" she ask
ed. II don't want to leave you this
way. can't find Sommers."
But the practical assistant foreman,
injured though he was, knew what to
do.
There 1t is. Phone Sommers. Try
the Durants. Maybe he is there.
Hurry! That's the private one to the
house. Tell Sommers to come at
once"
Reassured now that she did not have
to leave him to do his bidding. the girl
ran to the private phone. She rang
the bell wildly, half crying into the re-
ceiver:
Hello! Is Mr.. Sommers there?"-
then her face went blank. He ain't?"
she gasped, then turned from the
phone to cry to O'Leary, "Oh, Joe, he
amt there!"
The strength Of the bleeding man
was going fast, but grim determine
tion to do the right thing kept him up.
Find out where he is and get him."
he commanded.
The girl turned back to the phone,
and her voice frightened as she recog-
nized the person at the other end Of
the wire.
"Oh, is that you, Miss Frances?" she
cried. This is Lucy Smith. Yes,
ma'am, I'm at the works. There's been
trouble here, and Mr.. Sommers must
come right away. There's something
wrong with the Sommers gun. What?
You say come up to your house?"
She looked away from the phone
moment pitifully toward her injured
sweetheart then turned back to the
receiver in response to Frances Du-
rant sharp, anxious command.
Yes, ma'am. O'Leary made me
phone. want to warn Mr.. Sommers.
They're trying to spoil his gun. No,
ma'am. It amt sure. We suspect"
Again she hesitated, looking pitifully
at her own wounded lover. How could
she leave him merely to save the lover
of the other woman? But discipline Is
strong about a steel works, and Fran
ces Durant was the daughter OF the
owner. So poor little Lucy had no al
tentative but to obey.
Yes. ma'am," she shouted into the
receiver. I'll come if you wish. I'll
get there in five minutes. I'll run.
Yes, ma'am, I'll run. Goodby!"
She hung up the receiver, then hur-
ried over to O'Leary. He sank forward
in his chair and rested now partly on
the desk before It, The girl put her
arms about him.
ION, 1 can't leave you if you are
hurt bad, dear" she half sobbed.
With all the strength he could COM
mand OLeary caught her arm.
rDon't trouble about me. Hurry over
and do what Miss Frances tells you
and don't tell any one else"
Still the girl hesitated, but just then
Marsh entered the office from the
works.
Marsh will take care Of me-" gasp
ed O'Leary. Hurry! Do as l told
you."
Reluctantly Lucy ran out Of the Of
fee as the head draughtsman came over
to the injured man.
What's happened. O'Leary?"
The assistant foreman was almost
too weak from the shock and loss Of
blood to reply. but he managed to gasp
out family:
Smith cracked me with hammer
when I wasn't looking. He's fighting
drunk, Mr.. Marsh, and running the
Sommers gun"
Marsh, experienced about the works.