The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1923-08-02

the last stages Of intoxicakion. Then
walls were added to the general up
roar 1t was an eery sound, though
the huge mound OF dirt and stone
made It seem far off and dim.
| Then sharp and clear In front Of the
shack, came Rileys tones, not a bit
sweetened by his late conversation
with Finnegan:
"Gowan-git out o. this! What dye
think it lisa hospital?"
Finnegan hadn't the remotest notion
| what 1t was ell about, but it grated
him to hear Riley's tone Of authority.
There might not be the slightest oc-
casion for interference. but the super.
intendent was ready to interfere AZ
there were even an excuse.
He threw open the door IN time 70
catch the plaintive plea OF the young
woman who stood facing Riley. yell
low kerehief over her fair head. a
baby wheeling softly over her shout
! der
please. boss. l t'enk baby heem
| die"
II can't help it. This amt no coal
mine, anyhow Go get doctor. Go
on-be off wild yez." growled the fore
man. striving to add to his fierceness
by so much as his heart was being
moved
She was pretty girl of her type;
not twenty, If Finnegan was any Judge
land he considered himself an expert
The superintendent instantly deter
mined to override his too officious
| subordinate's orders.
what is it. Riley?" he asked. with
calm coldness In his voice.
Sure she do be wanting to take
| the baby down the mine. It's got
whooping cough and they think this is
coal mine.'
| I'm attend to this."N Finnegan re-
! sponded with the air OF one who fully
appreciates his own importance. Nov
what do you want to take the baby
| down the mine for?'
mime make him better. Him sick
--whoop' cough" explained the girl.
with the fatuous smile OF utter good
nature which invariably marks the
| foreign peasant woman,s efforts 70
make herself understood.
Il tell you this Is no coal nine -uo
coal minei7 Riley shouted with the
noise that invariably marks the Amer
leans attempts to make hiuiself I'M
deTstood by foreigner.
Il said I'd attend 70 this. It has
nothing to do with It, whether it's
coal mine or gold mine. II this young
woman wants to go down the nina
because she thinks it'll help the baby.
you take her down." ordered Finne-
gan.
And Riley fatty rebelled
'Disvil bit of It'll" he roared. III it
was going to do bit of good. I'd be
doing it. But this is an iron mine,'
Finnegan stared haughtily at Riley
VERY WE'LL" he said coldly. you
realize, l suppose that you ere dis
obeying my orders. I'll take her down
myself Go over to the bunk house
and send me somebody to man the
hoist. And be lively about it.
Riley stood still moment, his bis
hands clutching nervously at the air.
his big lace purplings~his blue eyes
burning dark. Then. with a sudden
smile, his manner changed.
.s-Sure! I'll manage the hoist me
self, for the matter OF that" he offer
ed.
Even to F1nnegan's distinctly
cramped and prejudiced intellect 1t did
not occur to imagine that Riley would
make any false move with the big
steam hosting machine which CONTROL
ed the cable for the cars that balsnc-
ed against each other on the steep In.
cline of the shaft.
He turned to the anxious young wo-
man and nodded as she once more re-
peated her plea.
"In a minute,S he said slowly and
loudly. Then, with more interest and
a real smile he added inQufringiy;
''Your baby?"
Her fatuous grin worked again.
me? No. Sister baby-she sick"
''Your sisters baby?" be persisted.
Sure" she said, nodding with ire
mendous vigor and the smile.
Il thought so,'' Ffnnegan spoke gal
lantly and hurried into the shack fW
his mining cap and to light the lamp
on 1t.
He was highly pleased with the
whole matter. His words could not
help but worry Riley, as had been
shown by the foreman's offer to run
the hoist. And he was not averse to
Irritation even with q hunkey girl as
pretty as this one,
When he came out he was wearing
a smile that made the little lamp on
his cap seem superfluous. Then the
smile died as IL 1t had heart failure.
ThatSfair Slavish damsel had been
but committee OF one-a scout sent
forth to get the lay Of the superin- 4
tendent's temper.
"Wh-what's thisf" he demanded.
suffering.
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