The Hardin tribune-herald., 1936-03-13
Mrs. Plummer Finds Rare Treasures to
Save When the village Is Threatened
With Destruction by Fire.
(Copyright: 1896: By Catharine Brody)
square, every structure on it of wood,
perfect tinder.
BY
CATHARINE
BRODY

square, every structure on it of wood,
perfect tinder.
While she threw on her clothes she
| wondered eXcitedly whether she ought
TO try to save her equipment, get men
to move out the chairs and tables, the
electric stove and the icebox.
Someone banged on the shop door.
she ran out. Cool moonlight filtered
INTO the shop, but after the brightness
see. She fumbled for the string to the
light, calling "June?"
mo, it's not June" a mans voice
said shortly, truculently.
,, Mrs. Plummer found the string. The
times when they met for June's sake
did not count. They stared as if they
had never seen each other since they
parted. June's father had thick, strong
figure and blunt features. The top of
his head was as ruddy as his forehead; !;
when he took off his hat it looked like
smoother extension of his brow. A
wing of gray stubble spread behind
each ear. The blue of his eyes was dis
| tinctly Irish. He had not been raised
hereabouts and spoke with harder
| accent.
There's a fire out there. You know
it?"
II guess do! It woke me up."
CA1ouS1lO IldyUC LllC WoulO
catch-you sleeping
AS if curtain had raised an inch,
| she remembered how he used to melt
when she appreciated some trifle he
brought to give her pleasure-a comb of
honey, perhaps, of which she was very
fond and which he bought, of his own
notion, in one of the small towns along
to speak for, their first Thanksgiving
But it was all very dim behind the
curtain; she could not feel that she
actually remembered. She began to
smile and speak as she would to anyone
who had been kind enough to rouse
her. Was there much danger of the
building catching? Ought she to try
to move these things?
| II dunno. They're fighting it. What
do you want to get out?"
| She looked around and all at once
she shrugged. She had worried so much
| about this equipment. It was wonder
full, the feeling Of release with which
she now abandoned it.
20 Lord. where could we put it?
1.,a What at, would 2sl,I 7 do with it anyway?
They're still in Ava. I was sitting
around the house waiting for them
when heard the siren and came down
to take look. My own stuff's over at
Don't you want to get it?"
"No, let it go. Nothin' but a bunch
of old clothes. Well-guess I'll be 60
ing"
| "Here-we can get out the back door,
| She snatched up her coat along the
way to cover the red and white cotton
print that she wore in the shop. The
whole of her window pane was red.
Lord, the chickens!" she cried A
hen, squawking, flew up and hit hel
in the face. She grabbed, doubled with
laughter. June's father grabbed too
and they came up with handfuls OF
feathers, pursuing the hen. 1t roasted
on the table, then on the icebox. Hall
dozen others scuttled through the
! open door; the yard was alive with fowl
madly cackling, while more chickens
scrambled through the alley from the
coops as men broke in the side that
/ had caught fire. Everybody in the alley
was chasing chickens.
"Sho', they'll be chicken in every
pot tomorrow"