The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-04-26


the company hear of a big spree he is
on in another city. Oh. that end 10
all fixed up and ready. Ill get tho job,
aud you'll have him out Of your way"
We caught Evans one night Just 10
he was coming out Of the works.
where he had been helping a new
night shift in blowing in some fur
naces. He was promptly seised. tied
hand and foot. and gagged. We start
cd out with him, when the lookout re-
ported two watchmen In sight. There
was board out Of the fence. and We
slipped through 1t. Then, beyond some
molding TASKS, some workmen were
discovered coming our way.
Quick" said Tompkins, "we've got
to hide him till the coast is clear.
There's No. cupola. It's dead. Run
him up the ladder aud throw him into
the chute"
No. 6 was a furnace supposedly
blown out for lack of working force.
At the top platform was tho coal chute
which fed into the melting pot. Poll.
tics had run high In the district the
week previous. and q crowd had hung
the eftigy of disliked candidate there
two days before. We knew our ground
we'll. We rudely dumped our victim
through the feeding hole. the others
scurried to cover, and crouched down
on the platform.
was wicked enough to think how
scared and uncomfortable Evans must
be. 1t was ut perhaps the end Of i've
minutes. when with q shock my venge-
full emotion was changed to wild hor.
ror.
There was rasping clang. From
below some one had pulled the feeding
chain. A binding glare from the red
hot furnace sinsed me as the fuel be-
gan to slip down. l saw q rolling,
tumbling form shoot with the moving
mass and plunge into that molten void.
One blood curdinE shrek rent the air.
Clang! went the shut-off again. and
fell flat on the PLATFORM writhing.
terrified wretch.
They told me later how ran by my
companions, a raving maniac. must
have dashed away from the works and
the town. rowing aimlessly through the
woods. over hills. into swamps, for.
when the awful blight of horror and
remorse was past, my clothing was
found torn and gnarled with brambles.
my hands and face cut and bleeding.
and / was drenched to tho skin. And
my hair-turned white!
have a dim memory of coming
back to the village. Some powerful In.
nuence drew me to the home where
Evans lived. A light in a room knew
to he his led me to look in.
1t WAS to view. tranquil and visible
in all form and substance. the man
had murdered! Then the last shock,
and I fell. crashing hclplessly through
the window.
When came back to life. lay on q
couch. Bending over me, kindly and
anxious, was Evans. He smiled sad
ly. and gently stroked my whitened
hair, with the pathetic words:
poor. poor fellow!"
lay like q man OF stone until
learned how he had escaped. When
thrown into the cupola bin. his cloth.
ing had caught on tool hook. It was
the effigy used to ridicule the politi.
cal candidate that had seen rolling
down into that molten furnace, though
1t was Evans own yell l had heard %
tho hopper opened beneath where he
hung.
Ross Evans did something more
than nurse me-he brought Mary
GLADDEN. to my bedside. You can re-
alize that was in a state Of mind to
drift forever out of the bad rut I had
got into. Full-grown man that was.
to the woman truly loved sobbed
out my gratitude and my remorse.
copyright, 1918. by W, &. Chapman,)