The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1913-10-27
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Ny dear girl, he answered, putting
down his glass. what has been pound.
ed into me ever since struck the
place? The bathsl prescribe EN-
all day and dream 'em all night. Where
are the poisonees now? They are
steaming, stewing, exuding in the hot
rooms of the bath departmental Of
them, every one Of theml In the hold
and the matches down."
Just then somebody fell aginst the
door and stumbled into the room. II
was Title, as white as, milk, and
breathing in gasps.
"Quiek!s she screeched, Minnie,
quick!"
What Is it?" l asked, Jumping up.
Shed fallen back against the door
frame and stood with her hand clutch.
ing her heart.
That dev-deyil-Mike!" she pant.
ed9v"He has turned on the steam in
the mehs bath and gone gone awayi,i
NV tn people in the bath?" Doctor
BARNES asked, slamming down the nail.
T'ifiie nodded.
lnIls ein why IN creation don't they
get out of the baths until we can shut
on the stsam?" demanded, grabbing
up my shawl. But Tillie shook her
head in despair.
They cant" she answered, "he's
nd their clothes!"
Tbe next thing recall is running
like etpad up the walk with Doctor
Barnes beside me, steadying me by the
arm. only spoke once that / remem.
Der and that was just as we got to the
house.
That settles i'll" painted, des.
perately, Its all over"
Not bit of i'll" he said. showing
me up the steps and into the hall. i'The
old teakettle is just getting het, MP a
bit, By the gods and little fishes, just
listen to itssinging down therel"
4s9:te
The help was gathered in a crowd
atthe head of the bathhouse staircase.
where q cloud of steam was coming
pr6and down below we could hear furi.
GUS talking. and somebody shouting,
tMikel Mike!" in avoice that was
choked with rage and steam.
Clothes! Send us some clothesip
1t was Mr.. Sam calling. The rest
was swallowed up in a fresh roaring.
as If a steam pipe had given away.
That settled the people below. With
burst of fury they swarmed up the
stairs in their bath sheets, the bishop
leading, and Just behind him. talking
as no gentleman should talk under any
circumstances, Senator Biggs. The
rest followed, their red faces shining
through the steam-all Of them muir
derous, holding their sheets around
them with one hand, and waving the
other in frenzy. It was awful.
The. help scattered and ran. but 1
stood my ground. The sight of a man
in a sheet didn't scare me and 1t was
not time for weakness: A moment
later the engineer came up and after
him Mr.. Pierce, with towel over his
mouth and screw-driver in his hand.
He was white with rage.
Who saw Mike last?" he shouted.
Here Mr.. Moody, who's small at any
time, and who without the padding, on.
his shoulders and wrapped in a sheet
with a red face above. looked like a
lighted cigarette, darted out of the
crowd and caught him by the sleeve.
"Here!" he cried, we've got a few
things to say to you, you young"
Take your hand of my arms!"
Numbered Mr.. Pierce.
The storm broke with that. They
crowded around Mr.. Pierce, yelling
like maniacs, and he stood there,
white-faced, and let them wear them
selves out. The courage of man in
a den of lions was nothing to it. Doc
tor Barnes forced his way through the
crowd and stood there beside him.
And stood there and watched, my
mind awhirl, expecting every minute
to hear that they were all leaving, or
to have some one forget and shake
both fists at once.
And that's how it ended finally-I
mean, of course, that they said they
would all leave Immediately, and that
he ought to be glad to have. them go
quietly, and not have him jailed for
malicious mischief or .compounding a
felony. The whole thing was an out.
rage, and the three train would leave