Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-09-05

Phillipa. regained her seif-posSes-
sion with a great effort. and, rising
to her feet, took Clinton's hand and
pressed it.
"Yes, you're. right, dear" she said
Forgive me-after all, I'm only
GIRL, ~
Clinton pointed through the
window. Outside in the yard
Quinton and his under-manager
were being pursued by men anxious
to join the rescue party. Among
them lowered the big form of Black
Moses Pogmore. Quinton pointed to
him. and motioned him to the engine
house; then to another, and another
until dozen men had passed inside.
of whom one was Jim Britten. Phil
lipa and Clinton approached him.
You going down, Jim?" said
Clinton. Remember you're all your
mothers got"
Il shouldn't dare to face her. sir,
II l didn't go down." said Jim, smil-
ing in spite of the concern on his
face. shed tell me her mind hot
and strong, l can tell you"
Quinton came busting in with the
district inspector, who had just ar
rived. Both ran their secs over the
men whom the manager had picked
OUT Tor the rescue party.
ITS fortunate that we've got
everything that's modern in the way
OF appliances" said Quinton hurried
1y. There's no need to send for any
thing. You, Britten. and you, Pog-
more. get out the things and see that
every man is properly fitted and I'M
derstands how the appliances work.
"Sir Clinton, YOU help Britten and
Pogmore-Brittcn'lI explain tho
workings of the oxygen tubes to YOU
If you don't know. Miss Mannersley.
IL you want to do something, go out
into the yard and walk up and down
before the people and talk to them.
especially to the women. Keep them
cool and hopeful-tlat's the thing"
The manager hurried off in one
direction, Jim Britten, with Clinton
and Black Moses, in another, and
Phillipa walked out into the yard
She caught scraps of comment and
conversation as she approached the
first group of women
Il ha' man and two lads buried +
Shafterly Churchyard-all killed to-
gether."
my father and two brothers were
in that there explosion at Mosbury
Pit twenty years ago-they looked
brought 'em up. they were that
peaceful" .or..
II mind my two brothers walking
out O. tn house place one morning
just such another as this--they
We're laughing and talking-but We
never seed 'em again, and 1t broke
my mothers heart"
Phillipa went down the line. Civ
ing words of hope and comfort to
the waiting women. They gazed
with admiration at her pretty face,
and listened hungrily to her sweet
voice; but it was plain that there
would be no hope for them until
certainty was arrived at--thcy were
all of the collier class. and knew
what pit life was. No, there was
nothing to do but wait, wait, wait!
She had reached the farther end of
thu yard, where she met Inspector
Cortelyou, who seemed to be en-
gagged on a similar mission to her
own. Together they turned and
went up the other side of the yard:
and suddenly wpman--a colorless,
| thin, half -starve looking woman.
| ragged. scared of face-pushed her
| way out of the crowd and caught
Phillipa's sleeve. Phillipa stopped,
staring at her: the detective. stopped,
too. so curious was the woman's
appearance. SO odd her behavior.
Miss" she said in sibilant
whisper, which only Inspector Cor
telyou could catch. MY mans
down below: These here others can
blather as much as they like for
theirs. but / hope mines done for
I hope the devils got him-he were
| that cruel to me. Dogger Tandy
they call him-he were that fond o.
dogs. And I say, miss. Ill tell you
| something" .....
Phillipa, half afraid. was shrink
ing away, but the woman's clawlike
fingers held her fast. The detective
drew nearer.
'Ill tell you something" whisper
ed the woman. There's somebody
down there with my man--Marshall
Stead. Him as the plice wants. l
know. That's where he's hidden.
| Down + tn mine. They. thought I
| didn't know. but did,"
She slipped back into the crowd,
! and Inspector Cortelyou and Phillipa
stared after her and then at each
| other. They were about to speak
when a sudden commotion turned
their attention to the pit head. The
| rescue party, headed by Clinton and
the manager. was on Its way to the
shaft.
Ever Since he had set eyes on them
Dogger Tandy had been sorely exer-
cised in mimi about the diamonds he
, had found Marshall Stead gioating
over. Like most people who do not
know much about such matters. ard
who have heard stories about them
which bordered on the miraculous,
he began to attach an enormous
value to them. He had read about
diamonds in the newspapers, he had