The Washington times., 1912-08-29

last deeds. II thought he fell into the
tank by accident"
The new night watchman, who was
| comfortably attired in his shirt sleeves
sure sign that he was enjoying the
| evening in luxurious state of ease
| and who had short clay pipe in full
blast, spat on the cinders at his feet In
fashion that bespoke him a true
philosopher
| why; so he did, in the end" he re-
piled; but what had he gone there for?
What I say Is just this here. ma'am--
| that there was considerable amount
| latter end
| Joe Clarke 1t was as see it happen.
and Joe Clarke has been drinkin' all day
to sort o. forget what II was he seen.
III lay out that IL you was to walk into
the bar parlor o, the Green Man. just
| across the wharf there, at you'd find
Joe Clarke telling the story for the
| hundredth time this blessed day, and
maybe coloring 1t a bit. cos OF the
Joe Clarke tell what ne seen within ten
minutes of the time when he seen it,
| Miss Driscoll
the new night watchman, was this
! here: He comes into the yard at time
when he hadn't no call to be there. and
gets in By way only known to him
II
to have sleep in a warm corner Of the
kiln, him having been out Ledsham way
| doing a bit Of a ,poaching expedition,
and not wantin' to wake up his old
| woman at unreasonable hours, and he
sees F1nney carrying heavy sack up
the planks to spot overlooking one of
the kilns and a-tryin' to sling the sack
over into the pot, and he calls out to
him and axes what he was doing there,
and Finney turns sharp round to speak
TO him, or seemingly to do so, and he
slips on his wooden leg, and over the
whole lot goes, sack and everything.
| And Joe Clarke, he says that Fin
ney gave one yell that he'll hear to his
dying day, and that's why he's been
trying to get drunk all day at the Green
| Man-an' l reckon it'll take some doing.
for he's fair upset / his mind by what
| he seen and heard. is Joe Clarke
| What could he have in the sack?"
| said Miss Drscoll. speculatively.
Something that he wanted to destroy,
| / should think" Wa.
''Summat o. that sort, no doubt" an
/ swered the night watchman. But Lord
| sakes, who'll be able to tell? There's
nowt at every went into one o. them
pots o. metal at ever come outfits
like hell itself in one o. them, akin your
pardon, ma'am."
II should like" said Miss Driscoll, "to
see the place where the accident oc-
| curred-the place where Finney fell in,
you know. Is it possible to do SOP
tse tbs sSaff afbt Spot it
1
the master had 1t bricked in this
morning. But 1 can give you a peep
at poor Finney's sepulcher. as you
might call 1t. in way of speaking,
through one of the drawholes. IL you'll
| step this way"
Miss Driscoll followed her obliging
| guide across the yard to one of the
| curiously shaped buildings, at whose
architecture she had often wondered
| on the occasions whereon she had TAX
en- her walks abroad in the country
and had gazed back at the town from
| some slight 'eminence.
She found herself under a sort of
shed, high above which rose a species
| of sugar-loaf-shape chimney. at the
, base Of which was the furnace, access
| to which was gained by a number Of
small holes now protected by iron
doors Although these doors were all
! shut, the heat, which penetrated brick
and iron, was terrible in it's fierceness,
and Miss Driscoll found herself gasp
ing for breath.
what fearful heatI' she said. do
the men work in this?"
This is nowt," said the night watch
man. "to what 1t is when all the draw
hole doors is open. Here, take hold Of
this, ma am. and shade your face with
It,"
He handed Miss Driscoll a square Of
thick blue glass, set in a strong wood
frame, to which was attached holder
When she had placed this protection
before her face in the desired way, the
night watchman seized an iron rod
which lay handy to open the door Of
I the drawhole.
There" he said, 'if that amt like
what they tells you at the chapel
about the bottomless pit, don't know
what isl"
Such a burst of heat as Miss Driscoll
could not have imagined puffed out Of
the drawhole and seemed to take her
breath away. She Kept her position
bravely and. peering through the pro-
tecting blue glass, looked inside the
furnace.
What she saw seemed to her the very
incarnation of the spirit of f1re-a mol
ten. seething mass OF metal, glowing at
| white heat, with subtle, wicked-looking
curling flames twisting and darting over
its surface. The mere thought of what
into such sea of living flame made
Miss Driscoll shudder, and a sudden
| feeling of nausea came over her. She
stepped hastily back and dropped the
"1ts awful" she said. shuddering
again. while the night-watchman closed
the door of the drawhole. 81 couldn't
have conceived it. What a terrible
"Ah,' said the night-watchman. la
conlcally. IF you'd drop a coin in there
it'd melt up like lump O. sugar in a
cup of tea"
They walked back across the yard to
the cottage in silence; Miss Driscoll was
| meditating opon the generous Finney's
| hapless fate; the new night-watchman
was wondering whether, as he was now
to take up his Quarters in the cottage,
he had better not buy bit of the fur
| niture there cheap. He broached the
matter to Miss Driscoll as they entered
the cottage together
"I did hear from Mr. Baxendale's
young man as how Finney had left all
his belongings to you, ma'am," he said
by way of introducing the subject. 81
expect there's more nor one thing in
Il the cottage here that you'll have no use
for, and as I'm going to live in it I
thought we might make bit of a bar
gain"
"I was thinking of selling everything"
replied Miss Driscoll. IT don't suppose
there is anything at all that shall re-
auire. Anything that you wish to buy
you may have at a reasonable price"
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