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the forty feet of vertical wall that
overlooked the garden.
Red tried to collect his thoughts.
Yes, he saw the situation now. He
must reach the front of the house,
where the firemen had erected the
ladders. He turnecTback and raced
toward a swing door that seemed to
shut off the residential part from the
servants' quarters. He passed an
open door somebody stood there in
the curling smoke, with arms out
stretched, reeling, groping, sobbing.
Red did not hesitate an instant.
He tore off his coat and wrapped it
about the girl. He snatched a blan
ket from the bed and placed it about
her, covering her from head to feet
Then, carrying her in his arms with
out much difficulty, he turned to find
that the whole wing had grown a
fiery hell. v
And Red burst into "the furnace.
Tongues of flame caught .at him, the
blinding smoke seemed a contrivance
to drive him into that seething,
molten chaos of fallen timbers and
corroded metal, which had once been
an elevator shaft, up which the fire
tongues burst with yellow and red
banners. They drew at Red as beasts
with hungry maws. But he evaded
them. And now he was panting un
der his burden at a window, looking
down into the street, and behind him
the tongues were uncoiling. .
The mob saw him. They yelled.
The firemen had left the wall, for it
was thought all the inmates were res
cued. The hose was playing upon
the building right and left no
chance to save that one.
A brawny fireman leaped for the
ladder, followed by two more. The
structure was within Red's grasp,
but he was too faint to feel for it, too
weak to use it He clung to the win
dow frame and held the girl out to
ward the mob.
"For God's sake!" he babbled. "I
didn't get the necklace. Lemme die,
The safety of this girl seemed the
only thing ja life to RecL. He had
forgotten all about his fears. Death
was immirfent now, the tongues of
fire were licking hungrily at his face.
Red passed his hand weakly over his
singed pate and laughed weakly.
"I guess they've copped me again,"
he muttered, and, handing the girl
to the nearest fireman, fell fainting
back toward the flames. It was in
the very nick of time that the sec
ond fireman dragged Red out and
down the ladder to the cheering
"Who is he?" the people asked
each other as they pressed around
"My husband," were the words that
fell upon Red's ears. He opened his
eyes. Over him kneeled the girl he
had saved and he recognized Lizzie,
looking at him with a new tenderness
in her eyes.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Dear me, Henry,- isn't that Mr.
Jones deaf! I talked to him an hour
and he never heard one word I said."
Caruso is receiving $80,000 a year
in royalties on new records he has
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