The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-07-15

next day, and she hated tho hard
voiced foreman OF the shaft room. She
turned TO stare belligerently towards
Arson Applewaithe. the immaculate
son OF the factory owner himself. as
he ushered into the room OF whirring
shafts and dying belts small group
OF visitors.
Yet the Ishmael-like young face soft.
ened little as she looked Mt one mem
Der OF that approaching group. For
one fair-haired girl OF about twenty,
dressed in black. whom young Apple
waithe piloted about amid the roaring
and Gathering machinery and repeat
eddy addressed as Miss Golden" was
beautiful enough TO bring a hayward
pang OF envy TO the breast OF Peggy
oMara. As she watched her eyes sud
denly widened In alarm. For Margery
Golden. In staring about the room. had
unconsciously moved closer to one OF
the ponderous machines. There the
loose end OF her motorcape was
snapped at by a spinning cog wheel, as
q hound snaps at q bone. The next
moment the whirling teeth had fas.
tened themselves In the fabric OF the
garment edge. carrying It back be-
tween the jaws OF the twin cogs that
quickly closed on the cloth and
seemed TO reach out for more.
At tho same moment that Margery
Golden turned about to Determine the
meaning OF this sudden tug at her
clothing. the alert-eyed Peggy O'Mars
made an apparently maniacai spring
Tor that astounded young woman's
throat.
With q quick jerk OF her thin young
fingers Peggy tore the cape free whore
II was already strsining against the
white column OF It's wsarer's throat.
II was not until Marxery Golden
saw the iron teeth OF the cog wheels
swallowing up the last OF her vanish
ing cape that any mixing OF her dan
ger came home to her.
Marxery Golden stepped back and
leaned against n guard rail. Then, aft
er looking studiously at the slattern
and slightly abashed figure OF her de-
liverer. she opened her pocketbook
and from II took out two or three neat
ly folded bank notes. These she held
smilingiy out to the girl with the
broken-toed shoes.
But a quick fash spread over the
usually colorless cheeks OF Miss Peggy
O'Mara as she backed determlnedly
away from the bills.
Don't you care to take them p
asked the somewhat astonished young
woman in black.
mo ma'am!" was the girls almost
sullen retort. IL amt earned 'eml"
But rather think you have" per
sisted the other, still smiling
you see, you saved my life. And
surely you won't embarrass me by
arguing that it's not worth that
much!"
II don't want your money" an
nounced the sullen-eyed girl, putting
her hands behind her. But already
young Applewaithe was discreetly do
ing his best to pilot his visitors away
from the scene.
Peggy O'Mara stared after the de
parting group. SO intently did she
stare after them that she was oblivi
Gus OF the movements OF the one-armed
man who had been STOPPING low over
( his machine. in pretense OF filling It's
oil cups. He crept out TO where a
small gold locket had dropped from
Margery Golden's neck during the en-
counter. He caught II up from the oil
stained floor, looked at II for one short
moment, and then slipped Il triumph
antly into his pocket. After that he
stood behind his machine, well out OF
sight, watching the fair-haired girl In
black as she stepped out through the
factory door. His eyes. as he watched
her, we're both calculating and sinls-
ter. But the pallid.faced girl standing
so close beside him had no means OF
knowing that this preoccupied and
stoop-shouldered workman who had
lost his right hand was Jules Legar
long known TO his enemies as the
Iron Claw.
That mysterious onearmed man
however. was destined 10 become bet
Ter acquainted with Peggy O'Mara
f, than she imagined For that night
when the uneasy minded girl knew her
father to be once moro shut ur in bis
cellar workroom, she was further
disturbed by the sound OF stealthy
steps across the bare wooden noor OF
her homo. She tiptoed OUT through
/ the door. crossed TO the cellar steps
and crept silently down into the dark
ness.
There. vaguely outlined against the
door cracks In the wall shielding hel
father. she could make out q stealthiiy
inquisitive figure And she knew tina,
figure could mean no good 10 the hous,
OF O'Mara.
She crept az silently mp the broker
steps again. went to her fathers time
worn tool chest and from n took ont {
somewhat rusty but ominouslookinr
revolver.
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