The Washington times., 1938-04-28

ClnS uCSCre e cned handS. He
turned and shouted to the en-
gineer running the derrick.
Swing it. Dominick, swing It'll"
he yelled.
STEEL CUTS HANDS
The derrick moved q trifle and
the steel cable swung toward him.
With a spring, Martin grabbed it
and the next instant he was dan.
Cling there. methodically reaching
for the cable with his feet.
1t swayed back and forth like
a pendulum and he realized, with
sudden agony, that he had left his
gloves off when he dropped his
air-hammer. The steel strands were
cutting into the palms like live
things.
The sweat stood out on his fore
head, as the engineer, following
the directions of the men still on
the ironwork, quickly dropped the
derrick to bring him to the thirty
fourth floor level. AS the cable
dropped, he himself slid down,
each inch a torture to his hands,
until he felt the green iron b.. <
between his legs. For moment
it was relief, because he could
slacken the grip Of his bloody
hands.
The child stared at him from
her perch with wondering, fear
stricken eyes, and Martin knew it
was a question Of moments. He
Signaled, and the engineer above
swung the boom. Its momentum
was too strong to permit him to
get off on the ledge, and he sig
nailed for another try.
AS he swung close again, Mar
tin saw the child'S grip loosening,
and holding on with all the
strength of his legs, he reached
for her, and thanked God for his
long arms. He had made it-had
plucked her, literally from death,
as she lost consciousness, but in
that moment, the cable swung
back; he had been unable to get
off on the ledge.
CABLE JAMS
He signaled again, this time to
be pulled up to safety. and after
moment heard curses. The cable
had jammed in the block at the
head of the boom. It means that
he must hold the child and him
self on the cable almost by the
strength of his legs alone until
they could fix it, or some one
could come up from below with a
long hook to pull them in to the
ledge again.
Far below people, at first just
few, and then a vast crowd, had
gathered and were staring up at
him. Martin didn't see them,
didn't even hear the siren of the
approaching poll C emergency
truck. There was room in his
brain for but one thought, and
that was a grim determination to
hold on.
When pain, and the tenseness Of
the situation caused the cable, the
child and the building itself to
seem like a delirious dream, he
saw faces at the ledge as though
through a mist, and was dimly
aware of a long object thrust to-
ward him, a little higher than his
head. He felt himself being pulled
toward the building, and as a
dozen arms grabbed him and his
burden, he had a moment Of black
ness.
When he came to he was on the
ground floor. Scores of curious
faces surrounded him, as a doctor
bandaged his hands. Newspaper
men were there, eagerly question
ing, and he heard the popping Of
flaShlight bulbs as the photog-
raphers went into their stride.
Then his heart almost stopped.
FATHER BRINGS NEWS
A little old man with gray hair
was watching him sorrowfully-
and the little old man was Ellin's
father. Could-could something
have happened to her? Why had
he come, and why did his usually
jolly face look as though he'd come
with bad news?
Oblivious to the doctors restrain
ing hands, he bounded to his feet
and to the little man.
"Tell me-tell mel" he cried in
a terrible voice.
The little man shook his head.
"I don't know what to say" he
began.
Martin shook him as q terrier
would shake a rat.
'Tell mel" he said again.
"Well, then" the little man
sighed, and pulled Martins head
down to whisper in his ear. Then
he grinned at the result Of his
message.
McKevin, transformed, leaped
into the air, and cracked his man.
gled hands together, forgetting
the pain. A newspaperman
graSped his arm.
"Tell US how it felt UP there. +"
he said.
Martin looked at him for q mo-
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