The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-10-07

NAtA i1tnulktF puts us 10 lne wall
we shall be beggars."
Tho young mans rejolnder was an
exclamation OF contempt
you've lost your nerve. What you
need most Is 10 10 to bed and sleep.
Walt for me tn I've made a round OF
the guards. and wen 90 home. Better
ring up the surrey right now"
He left the porch on the side near
est the furnace, and Gordon saw an
active hgure glide from the shelter Of
a hask-shed and 20 In pursuit He
followed at distance II was needful
only that he should know where to ind
Farley when Klncaid should have
squared his account
The leisurely chase led the round OF
the great gates first, and thence
through the deserted and ruined coke
yard TO the foot OF the huge Stag dump.
cold now from the long shutdown.
Tom looked to see Farley turn ba5k
from the toe of the dump. There were
no gates on that side Of the yard and
consequently no guards.
But the short cut to the Office was
up the slope OF the dump and along the
railway track over which the drawings
of molten Stag were run out to be
spilled down the face Of the decllv-
ity. There had been no Stag drawing
since the new "blow-in" earlier in the
day; but while he was watching 70
keep Farley In sight In the intervals
between the gas flares, Gordon was
conscious Of the note of preparation be-
hind him: the slackening Of the blast,
the rattle and clank of the dinkey To-
comotive pushing the dumping ladle
into place under the furnace lip.
Farley had taken two or three
scrambling steps up the rough scanned
declivlty when the workmen tapped the
furnace. There was a sputtering roar
and the air was filled with coruscating
sparks.
Then the stream OF molten matter
began to pour into the great ladle, a
huge eight-foot pot swung on fitting
trunnions and mounted on a skeleton
hat-car; and for Gordon, standing 1t
the corner Of the ore shed with his
back to the Stag drawers, the red glow
picked out the man scrambling up the
miniature mountain Of coooler scoria-
this man and another man running
swiftly to overtake him.
He looked on coldly until he saw
hlNGdlu Itdu OlL Allt ItLItdL and race
his adversary. Instantly there was a
squirt Of fire from a pistol in Farley's
right hand. brief flash with the re-
port swallowed up in the roar from the
furnace lip Then the two men closed
and rolled together to the bottom of
the slope, and Gordon turned his back
When he looked again the trampling
note Of the big blast engines had
quickened to it's normal beat. the blow.
hole was plugged with Its stopper OF
damp clay, and red twilight born of |
the reflection from the surface OF the |
great pot of seething Stag had succeed |
ed to the binding glare. Where there
had been two men locked in struggle !
there was now only one, and he was |
lying quietly with one leg doubled un- |
der him. Gordon set his teeth In an |
cry disappointment Had KincaId |
broken his compact?
The first-long- drawn exhaust OF tbs
dinkey engine moving the Stag kettle |
out to it's spilling place ripped the 81
ence. Gordon heard-and he did not
hear: he was watching the prone fig
lre at the dumps toe. When II shouId
rise, he meant to fire from where he
stood under the caves of the ore-shed
The murder thought contemplated
picturesque or dramatic. IT
was merely the dry thirst for the blood
1f a mortal enemy.
The putting locomotive had pushed
he slag-pot halfway to the track-end
before Farley sat up as one dazed and
to be trying to get on his feet.
Twice and once again he assayed It.
alling back each time upon the bent
Ind doubled leg. Then he looked IN
md saw the slag-car coming; saw and
,ried out as men scream in the death
Lgony. The end rails of the dumping
rack were fairly above him.
Gordon heard the yell of terror and |
Witnessed the fTenzied efforts of the
loomed man to rise and get out Of the
,ath of the impending torrent. Where
lpon the murder demon whispered in
is ear again. Farley's foot was caught
n one Of the many sears or seams in
he lava bed. 1t was only necessary to
yait, to withhold the merciful bullet,
o go away and leaves the wretched
nan to his fate.
Like a bolt from the heavens, into
he very midst of the cold -blooded,
nurderous triumph came a Iong-neg-
ected form Of words, writing itself in
aming letteds in his brain: Thou
halt do no murder" And after 1t an
ther: But 1 say unto you, love your
nemies, bless them that curse you, do
ood to them that hate you"
Something gripped him and before
q realized what he was doing he was
INNING, gasping, tripping and falling
aadlong, only to spring up and run
gain, with all thoughts trampled out
nd beaten down by one: would he
till be In time?
There was something wrong with the |
umping machinery of the slag-car, [
nd two men were working with it on
he side away from the spilling slope,
ordon had not breath wherewith TO
hOut; moreover, the sarety valve was
till screeching to gulf all human cries
arley was lying face down and mo-
onless, with the twisted foot still
eld fast in a wedge shaped crack IN I
ne cooled Stag. Tom bent and lifted
i'm; yelled tugged, strained, kicked
ercely at the imprisoned shoeheel
till the vise-grip held. and the great
ettle on the height above was creak-
lg and slowly careening under the
inching Of the engine crew. If the '
olten torrent should plunge down the l
ope now, there would be two humal
nders instead of one.
Suddenly the frenzy, so alien to the
ordon blood, spent itself, leaving him
1ol and determined. Quite methodi-
lily he found his pocket-knife, and
: remembered afterward that he had J
cen collected enough to choose and
oen the sharper of the two blades. =
here was a quick, sure slash at the
and the crippled foot was
ead. with another yeIl. this time OF | '