The globe-independent. (Hagerstown, Md.) 1943-19??, 1948-08-05

The young man was driving rivets.
The steady rat-a-tat-tat sounded
like the drumming of an enormous
woodpecker. A moment later Mary
looked out again. Her heart almost
stopped beating. The young riveter
was so busy he had not noticed the
large, fleshy man walking along the
beam a short distance away. A
camera was slung over the mans
shoulder.
Mary saw that his steps were
growing slower and slower His face
was white and his knees sagged 1t
was evident that he had lost cour-
age and was liable to fall at any
moment. She tapped on the win
dow and spoke quietly.
Don't be afraid" she told him.
"Just sit down and hold on to the
beam. Don't look down. Somebody
will come and help you. Close your
eyes, If you are dizzy"
To Mary's intense relief, the man
obeyed her. He sat down and chung
desperately 10 the beam, his eyes
closed.
The riveting suddenly stopped.
Mary saw the young man running
along the beam as lightly as squir-
rel. He was carrying stout board.
"Can you open that window
wider?" he asked. I'm going to
shove the board across and make a
bridge" =
Mary controlled an impulse to
scream, as the man on the beam
swayed.
"Just a minute longer" she en-
couraged him. "Hold Tight"
Then she succeeded in opening the
window. AS the young riveter half
dragged, half carried the man across
the improvised bridge" she drew
long breath.
"T-I thought I'd get some pic
lures" said the man. ct didn't ask
anybody's permission. I thought I
was a good climber but all at once
was dizzy No more high places for
me. I'm going to get down to street
level as fast as can and stay there"
'"That was a near squeak" the
young riveter told Mary. II thought
he'd fall before I could get to him.
I'm much obliged to you for keep
ing cool and helping me-"
81 didn't really do anything" said
Mary. HE owes his life to you,
Mr."
Call me Jim," he replied quickly.
my name is Jim Sanders and I
hail from little town in Michigan"
Mary's brown eyes . frightened
"I'm from the country, too" she an
nounced. my name is Mary Bron-
son. I heard you whistling and
looked out. hope you didn't think I
was bold when 1 spoke to you"
you don't look like the bold
kind" Jim assured her. 81 noticed
you yesterday but you didn't pay
any attention to me. I'm a good
climber but I'm bashful with girls.
If you'll let me, I'd like to take you
out to dinner tonight. The boss will
tell you anything you want to know
about me. I hope you haven't got
date?" he added anxiously.
mot tonight" said Mary I'll be
glad to accept your invitation"
Jim laughed and waved his hand,
as he went back to his riveting. He
was whistling again. The same song
1t gave Mary joyous little thrill
Once more she glanced down at the
toy men and women moving about
so far below. Somehow they no
longer seemed to be moving about in
a hopeless maze. They were going
about their work, taking care of
their families, trying to the best of
their humble ability to make the
world little better place for them
selves and their dear ones.
big town, little town, folks are
just the same" thought Mary hap
PLY. There's always something
worth living and working for. And
there's romance even up in the air
on top of skyscraper."