The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-06-01

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The foreman turned upon the
owner
you haint a real westerner. yet.
Mr. Sandry." he said with smile.
You think Hampden'd resk his yella
pine--as fine timber as there is in tn
whole state2 He'd bury tn hatchet
an come fight with US like brother
first.
Then what's setting those hres?--
for It looks as II they are being set
My God Look therel There's an.
otherl"
merry, red eye winked and leaped
and died. to leap again across the
early twilight at the valleys head.
That's damned close to our cut
TIM" cried Daily starting down the
mountain on sliding run.
And that last fire, burning strongly
where no brand could have dropped
even with a wind, marked the begin
ming OF such time OF anxiety. OF fear
that grew and mounted to heart-still
ing panic. OF superhuman labor, as
Sandry. year before, could not have
believed possible--a time to be long
remembered In the coast country.
BY eight o'clock next morning the
little wind from the backwater had
freshened with a deyillsh perversity,
blowing the creeping flames merrily
toward the north.
Daily sent Slletz on Black Bolt TO
Toledo, to ask for a dozen men to
help In the nght
Ho abandoned tho one on the
ridge. for nre goes down hill slowly
and set his men again in the valley.
Within an hour after Siletz left,
men began 20 arrive by the road--On
horseback, in wagons, and later on
foot for there is no call like that OF
Fire" In the big woods 10 bring re-
cruits. They put themselves under
Daily's orders and fel. TO with a will,
beating out the surface flames, cutting
every sapling in sight, digging
trenches TO head off any ground fires
that might be started.
But destiny was against the Dill.
/ llngworth The unusual. TO
use that overworked word OF the re.
| gion truly for once-grew steadily,
and despite the trained work, for ev'
cry man knew this business, II rushed
the flames through the underground
faster than they could handle It.
Daily, black with smoke and ashes,
was everywhere Sandry clung at his
heels, watching his methods, learn
ing everything he could, listening,
/ picking up. catching on with light.
ming rapldity He knew himself TO
| be ignorant and where he was the
head with his interest at stake he
must MAKE himself competent
BY night Daily was grim and silent
hoarse with shouting and he stamped
into the porch, where the women
watched the flames that fared red
against the night In hundred
/ places on the west ridge and up the
hills on both sides at the cutting.
"Sletz, honey" he rasped, '1ll have to
call on you agin. Theys a new
one over the first shoulder toward
the East Belt-up in tn old cuttin'
Ride down to Toledo an tell EN- to
send tn town. Wen need EN- all.
can't spare man-l've sent out
six to hunt tn devil behind this. an
II | ketch him I'll kill him, damn
HIM"
SOM" said Ma from the shadows
So Siletz and Black Bolt and Coos
nah thundered down through the
darkness to save the Dilllngworth,
and the heart in the girls breast was
thrabbing with anxiety for Sandry-
black as Daily and as rough looking,
fighting with his lesser strength. a
Westerner at last by every sign.
BY midnight the town was there.
and Daily saw among the crowd Har.
rls, his old saw-fler, young Anwor-
| thy and several more of those who
had deserted to the god Of gold They
/ kept sheepishly in the background.
but they were there for the common
good that Daily had spoken of--they
would have answered a call from a
real enemy In such a crisis, for that
is the way Of the West.
Ma Daily passing her interminable
tin cups Of coffee-she had brought a
great iron kettle and boiled II over
fire on the ground-stopped before
Anworthy. the curly headed boy Of
whom she was very fond, with hand
on his shoulder
I'm mighty glad to see you, son. {"
she said kindly, and the young scape
goat had the grace to blush
Destiny was against the Dilling.
worth The wind leaped and shout.
ed up between the hills and by mid
night the flames suddenly leaped up
as IL a restraint had been removed.
Huge, red streamers flung themselves
out against the black night sky.
reaching half way to the zenith
Dense clouds OF smoke leaped and
bellied to the heavens, while the roar
that appalls a woodsmans heart began
to sound throughout the hills.
John Daily. WORKING like a giant,
went white beneath his CRIME at
sound of IT,
MY Godl" he cried hoarsey. it's
goin' away from u.s."
And Sandry, halted a pace away
by that cry Of despair, looked upon
the first really great sight OF his life.
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Mrs. Nelson W. Aldrich, wife of the