The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-11-06

BE no safety Tor any one except lying
nat upon the door. !"
.sWelI. faint quite so bad aB that,
Slr,'' he protested, ssemfngiy anxious
to shield his oncer from adverse
criticism. .sYou see It's q double par
Tor, with 8 wan ar fOldtn' doors
atween, an the women are all in the
rear room. OF course, it's almighty
dark back there. an they has to lie
pretty close, but blamed II ] know OF
any better place for them. This
house hain't got no cellar"
A man CROPPED his way In from the
lighted hail, but halted close beside
the door. unable to perceive as in the
darkness
eyes; what Is it?"
Major Brennan has had two Of his
men hit, sir, and wishes you to spare
him three OF yours, unless you are hot
" pressed"
IAN right; there's nothing doing
here" / answered, instantly determin.
ing upon my course. Corporal.
shall leave you in command OF this
side for a few minutes. i believe
/ can be OF more Immediate value else
where. Bungay, you and Elliott come
with me-
The lower hall, having no windows
In It, was the only safe place in the
| building, and here a light had been
! kept burning. The door which, as
| Judged, must lead into the back par
| Tor, was closed, and fastened upon
! the inside. At least it refused to yield
! to my hand when tried. Another IN
front stood very slightly ajar.
| Report to Brennan I whispered
into Jed's ear, land forget to mention
I am with you. desire to investigate
| matters for myself few moments.
| He nodded to intimate that he un'
| derstood, and then we crept, one at a
! time, into the front apartment, hug
! cling the floor closely to keep beneath
! the range OF the bullets which swept
! every now and then through the
| broken windows, and chugged into the
! wall behind us. ! was the last to
wriggle in through the narrow open
| ing, and rolling instantly out OF the
tiny bar OF light, l lay silent for a
! moment. endeavnciag to get my bear
! ings. was determined upon just one
! thing-to obtain speech with the wom-
! en-, learn, If possible, their exact sit
/ uation, and. If found it necessary
insist upon their better protection. An
insane jealousy Of me should not con-
! L4Aue 70 S1P0SS I4eW "
peril.
RrenDan was directly across the
1 room from where lay. 1 could hear
his voice issuing low, stern orders.
IF you'll only keep down you're
| safe enough he said grufay. There
| hasn't a shot come within a foot Of
| the sill The ground slopes out yon'
! der, ard those fellows can't fire low.
| Put the new men at the central win.
| dow, and let them shoot at every fash
they see. Bradley viii pass back their
empty guns
wondered how long our supply Of
ammunition would hold out with such
| fusillade kept up, but ventured upon
| no protest, for was already cropping
my way through the darkness along
the inner wall. Furniture lay over.
! turned in every direction, and ex-
| penenced considerable difficulty In
making progress through the debris
! without attracting attention. A great
I square piano stood directly across the
| entrance to the back parlor, left by
The drawing nearly together OF the
! sliding doors. / waited until Bradley
had Crawled through with an arm
full OF loaded guns, and then entered
also, creeping silently between the
! piano tSEBs AS uIU SO u b0A49S Ok uCh
! the case above. and the whole instru
! ment rembled to the impact, giving
| forth a strange moan, as II In pain.
| Some one was groaning in the cor
ner at. my left, and supposinG the
| wounded to be lying there. l turned
more toward the right, keeping us
close as possible to the wall, hopeful
might come In contact with one Of
| the women. i do not honestly know
why did this-really had no excuse,
except my natural distrust of Brennan,
coupled with an eager desire to be OF
service to the woman OF my heart
There was little to guide me in the
search, as the flame OF the discharging
rifles did not penetrate here. Once
heard the rustic Of a skirt, while a
faint sound of Whispering reached me
from the rear OF the room. Then my
hand, cropping blindly along the wall,
touched the lower fold OF a dress. It
felt like coarse calico to my fingers.
| Mrs. Bungay," / whispered eau
| tiously, lis this you?''
The woman started at sound OF my
voice. but replied in the same low
tone: ''Thet's my name; who mought
We be?"
"a friend Of yours. and OF your hus-
band" l answered, for l doubted II
I she you'd recall my name. Did you
| know Jed was here?"
My man? HIven be praised! But
! I'll knock Their head off Their little devil