The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-12-09
A WoMAN'S CAMPAIGN
BY HAROLD CARTER.

| WaS an Armenian, ana MS Color WAS
that of the lining Of ham sandwich.
| OF course his nationality was not so
much against him as the fact that he
had foreign ways.
He had peddled cheap jewelry in the
district for several years when he sur
| prised everybody by buying the Drew
cottage and establishing himself there
with his wife and son, a lanky, ham,
colored lad of thirteen. Apparently
he had amassed all the money he
needed in the peddling line, for he set
| to work to raise poultry and vege-
| tables, which he sold to Hiram Smith,
the grocer.
Something has got to be done
| about those people," said Mrs. Daunce,
the leader of the social set in East
| Kemp. We've got to draw the line
| somewhere, or we'll all be black and
| tan before we know where we are"
Everybody followed her lead obedi-
emily. 1t was not malice-just stu
| pidity, and a sense that the Raphaels
were rather out of their proper ele-
ment. Mrs. Daunce forbade her son
Harry to go to the Raphaels' house.
Harry and young Raphael-his father
Washington-had played together a
good deal. Harry felt badly about it,
But the word had gone forth that the
Raphaels were to be ostracized.
l can see Raphael now, in Hiram
Smiths store, always with a smile on
his pleasant face, and a CHEEKY word,
He was the kindest-hearted fellow and
most of the men had a good word for
Raphael. 1t was pre-eminently wom-
ems crusade, inspired by the desire
to keep the aliens across the river.
Raphael joined the volunteer fire
brigade among his other activities.
The sight OF the fat. bearded man run
ming like a boy to every blaze was q
ludicrous one. When they served out
brass helmets-donated by Horace
Daunce-Raphael was the proudest of
the proud.
Harry Daunce had been i'll with
scarlet fever for three weeks when the
great fire destroyed the Daunce home.
There was no need to sound the fire
bell. The flames lit up all East Kemp
and within five minutes the engines
were out and the horses galloping
wildly toward the scene.
In the front of the crew, his face
wild with excitement, was Raphael,
in his big brass helmet. He was
shouting to the beasts as they gal
loped up the steep hill toward the
furious flames that leaped skyward
out of the burning roof.
The servants had got away, but Mr.
and Mrs. Daunce and the boy were
trapped in the burning wing. Horace
Daunce showed that there was some
thing more than superciliousness in
him that night. He caught his wife
In his arms and crawled along the
coping, leaped six-foot parapet with
her, and crouched among the sparks
until they got rope to him.
The moment he had got his wife to
the ground he ran back into the
flames. He had got half way through
the hall toward the stairs when fall
ing beam knocked him senseless, and
one of the men ran in and rescued
him.
The boys white face appeared at
al upper window. He was a chip off
the old block. He didn't scream or
cry-just sat at the window and
looked out and waited.
Half a dozen men dashed in, but
Raphael was the first. He vanished
in an inferno of smoke and flame, and
1t seemed an eternity before he was
seen at the window beside Harry.
He seized the lad in his arms and
disappeared within the room again.
Only the coiling smoke came out. A
crash followed. and the whole floor OF
that room fell in. The flames shot up
above the roof tops.
We had about given up hope when
out of the debris there appeared a
figure, the almost nude body of man,
crowned with huge, brass, hooking
fireman's helmet. In his arms, which
were smoldering, he carried limp
body wrapped In a blanket. He stag
gered out of the fire and smoke, which
shot forth angry tongues after him,
as II Infatuated that he had escaped
its malice.
He stood for an instant gaping va
cantly about him. then he came stag
gering down the steps; and 80 RAJ
phael laid the body OF the boy at Hor
ace Dances feet. Inside the blan-
kets was Harry, half asphyxiated, but
absolutely uninjured by smoke or fire.
Raphael sat down and looked up at
us. He presented a spectacle that few
of us care to think about. Mrs. RAJ
phael, who had been revived, ran for.
ward, but suddenly another woman
shouldered her away. 1t was Mrs.
Daunce. She took Raphaels burned
hand In hers and kissed 1t.
1T Is nothing" he said, in his queer
accent. Il am an American now, and
you have all been 30 kind, so very
kind 70 my wife and me. And 80
Washington, he grow up among
friends, to be an American"
His eyes closed. and he fell back.
| saw Mrs. Daunce trying to comfort
Mrs. Raphael and l knew that the
woman's campaign would be abab.
doned.
Copyright 1915. by w. G. chapman.)
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