The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1915-01-22

ging again with q rising sob.
Simon found himself peering, closely !.
and unintentionally, into her eyes. He
stepped hastily back and heard him
self speaking with a boldness he did
not recognize.
"Mebby 1t vas fur him ye we're
But l hadn't oughter ask that. Mebby
it's fur We he's ben grievin'?"
1T couldn't be that"
I've wondered. Often I've come on
him when he thought he was alone.
jest settin' and lookin' at nothin'-an'
grievin', l know" Simon's face, too,
sought the shadow. 81 know"
ut might be because of me but not
not for me-"
Not because he wants ye, we mean?
But 1t could be that. 'Tain't likely
he'd find two such women as ye, even
In the city. An faint likely he'd
trouble so much. If there wasn't a
woman In it. | wish ye could give him
what he needs"
What he needs Is to have his life
made over from the beginning. He
can't have that"
IF he's Jest wantin' come one,
there's a way he could have it."
You don't understand" she said
YEARLY.
mo, l don't understand. That's the
trouble. I'd like to help him, to give
him what he needs. But / don't know
how. There's nothin' l can give him."
He turned his face away from her.
looking up at the furnace, big and
menacing, outlined against the sky.
There was silence among the mills.
From the old village behind them came
faint vague sounds of life-a distant
tinkle Of laughter, a crying child, a
neighing horse. From the new town
beyond the mills came no sound but a
single voice In song, a wild eery chant
that had been brought from another
land. The song was finished. Kazia
and Simon stirred. as though they had
been waiting for its close to bring
their strange encounter to an end.
What's that?"
Both started. From somewhere near
them had come a sudden mufiled
NsN ~ AAhA alA1ohhs lodbhtCA-
Sounds 8 If it come from the fur
mace. There hadn't oughter be any
body round here. But | guess it's just
the Waterman in the power house. The
still night makes it sound like that"
But even rs he spoke they saw the
figure of a mar crawling from behind
the furnace. He scrambled to his feet
and hnnnr - ~,.~ r-stI aD lr -
hobbling gait, up the tracks toward
the bridge. The moonlight fell full on
his face.
"Piotr!"
AS the cry, in a voice he knew
reached him. the man stopped sud
denly. stared wildly about and saw the
two figures advancing on him. He
raised his hands in a frantic gesture.
"Kazia! Go back-go back!"
She did not heed his warning. "P1otr!
What are you doing?"
60 back!" he screamed. You'll
be killed. It's dynamite!"
Instantly the others guessed whar
impended. Kazia heard a low moaI
beside her, saw Simon run, as fast a.
his age-stiffened limbs allowed. TOWARD
the furnace, as If he thought to aver
the imminent destruction.
You mustn't" she cried. Come
back"
II the old man heard. he did no
obey. She fed after him. in instructive
purpose to drag him back out o
danger.
They reached Piotr, passed him. HI
stood b~ewildered, glancing uncertainl.
toward the refuge of the woods. Then
with a low whimpering cry, he, too
joined in that moonlight race. HI
could not have overtaken her, had sh,
not tripped and fallen over q switch
He flung himself upon her, moaning
shudderingly.
"Kazia, | didn't want to hurt you"
Simon sped on.
That was what Mark Truitt, crouch
ing where he had last fallen, say JUS
before the explosion came. There wa
4 hoarse d~eafening roar. The grea
furnace seemed to reel, then toppleI
and fell.
They found him weakly trying t
remove tho debris from a place nea
the edge OF the ruin. They drew hin
aside and a hundred strong hands too.
up his task. Soon they found the dea
Piotr and under him Kazia, stil
breathing. 1t was not until daybrea'
that they came to Simon.
Kazia was carried to the village an
laid in Doctor Hedges own house. A
through the night and in the morning
until the great surgeon from the cit
came, he fought of death. Then tn
surgeon took UP the fight with
knowledge and skill the old doctor di
not possess. For two days they d.
/ not sleep but watched and battled.
In the adjoining room a man, hin
self the object Of the doctors carr
passed through his Gethsemane. TIL
, dead, his own pain and weakness, a
else, were forgotten in his agony fo
tho ona who II seemed could NOT liv,