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TUB! OHIOJLGO H3A.OI.iB. H The Iron-Worker's Daughter H - my : : HOWARD FORRESTER. CHAPTER II. (Continued.) A young girl wns cnught by the belt on one of the tly-whivK In passing, the (Wind drew tin end of the light slinwl she .wore under the belt. The Brent vliel wns revolving slowly, but nil too swiftly for hunmn eye or liuinnti hand to avert the horrible fnto that threatened her. As sho realized her dnnge, she turned Involuntarily to wrench Wo slinwl from beneath the belt. Unconsciously she com pleted the action that seemed to be her last! the moment she turned, the other end of the shawl was caught up. She averted her face In horror. The huge wheel ruiuorscleotly lifted her up; she 'felt herself hurled through the nlr In tho loop formed by the slinwl; her figo nlsed face was turned to tho horror strlrlcen workmen as she uttered a shriek. Tlie shriek pierced Atlierton's heart and brnln. The face that was turned toward hint was that of his own daughter. The father's cry win the wall of de spair. Ho foresaw a horrible death for his only child. The dhrtntiec between them was so great he was powerlesH to save her. The great wheel would carry her around, drop her Into the pit half way, catch her by her limbs, whirl her nround again and again; or, without re In qulsbltig the lint grip, would crtuli her to death. If she should bo so fortunate as to drop Into the bottom of the pit, the chances were she would never be brought out alive. The workmen shouted wildly, running 'to tho lly-wheel, nnd wntlng their hand to the engineer. Atherton never Knew liow he passed the rolls whether he leap ed the Intervening rolls In motion between him nnd the wheel, or clnmbercd over tho inert rolls a little below the wheel he only knew he was rushing headlong, mad ly, to his daughter's aid. Others were almost n fleet footed; nono were near enough to save her she was doomed to certain death when suddenly a figure darted with lightning rapidity from the shadow of a pile of Iron beside the hears, and In a flash of time, seemingly, was beside the fly-wheel. But before the figure ciitnc In view, many of tho Ironworkers bad turned their faces aside In horror. 1 CHAPTER III. What the workmen who were looking on and the father saw they were never able to describe to their own satisfac tion, or In, n manner that could be easily comprehended by others. The person who suddenly sprang to the fly-wheel reached out his left hand as the wheel brought the girl around to the end of the pit opposrte that from which the had been lifted. HI hand caught ono of her outstretched itrnn as she faced him. He seemed to be holding on to her seem ed to be dragged down Into the pit with ber as they disappeared from view. Tiles of iron concealed them for the time being from thu workmen running to the wheel. The engine had stopped, but 'the wheel was still revolving with the momentum acquired In Its revolutions. When Atherton and his fellow-workmen approached the wheel, they found a 'man lying on the ground, lifting the plrl ,by sheer main strength out of the pit. An open penknife liny beside him, and half of the girl's- shawl was under him. Just as the workmen reached him, he laid the limp form of tho girl on the ground. She was in a dead faint. Her upturn ed faco was as white as it would ever be in her coflln, Tho young roan it was the son of one of the mill owners sprang to his feet, and, seeing her father, rn'd quickly; "She Is not hurt If some of you would bring some water. Hlio has fainted." Half a dozen ran for their dinner pails, and voon there was abundance of water. While Atherton with wet eyes was clap ping her hands and calling upon her to open her eyes, others gathered about the young man, asking all manucr of ques tions. "I can scarcely tell you how I did it. I saw there was not an instant of time to lose. I either had my knife open In my hand, or opened It as I jumped to tho wheel. Then I caught her with my left hand, and I knew it was life or death flashed with ray knife at the shnwl, and held ou to her, with a steudy pull. Then I found I was bound to fall into the pit with her, and just fell flat on my breast, and, sure enough, I had cut her free. I had strength enough to lift her out but I don't believe I cuuld do it again, boys." He said it with a conscious prldo and a depth of feeling that won tho admiration of all wlthlu hearing. Arthur Mayberry was anything but a "milksop" in tho eyes of tho workmen in Star Mill. Ills many good qualities were appreciated by th'.'ni, but the quick eye, tho presence of mind, pluck and decision displayed on thin occa sion elevated him In their eyes to a place few could claim, Meantime the ironworker's daughter regained consciousness. As she opened ber eyes ,she shuddered, and would doubt less have swooned again had not her fath er exchtlmed, as he beut over ber: "Irene! Irene!" Slowly she opened her eyes, struggled luto a sitting posture, and gaxed about ber wonderiugly, "It Is real I thought it was death." "Here, Irene. Tills is tho gentleman who saved your life." The young man her father held by tho hand looked as though ho would prefer to be alone. Ho bowed, however, Mid smiled as he said: "A miss Is as good as a mile," "Yes; but she'll' never, bo nearer eter nity than sho was when you caught her," said the puddler, gravely. Tho knot of workmen near him nodded their heads In assent. Tho young girl rose, nnd glanced shyly at her deliverer as slio pinned up her hair. He was a very handsome fellow, possi bly twenty-two or four, with very bright blue eyes, dark hair and mustache, and a graceful flgure. Ho was trim looking, and yet, as sho made a mental note, Irene Atherton realized that ho was tho farth est removo from a fop. On his part, Arthur Mayberry thought ho had never beheld a more perfect faco than Irene Athcrton's. She had tho clear cut features that distinguish tho baud somest American women from their' Ms ters in all other lands. Her eyes alone would have becu a dower of beauty. Such beautiful brown eyes Arthur Mayberry had never looked into. At "You haven't thanked him," said tho puddler, as Its looked front tho young mnn to his daughter. "How can I, father what aro words at a time like this? My poor shawl," nho said presently, looking dowff at the frag ment on the ground. Her father bethought himself of tho two lessons received in one day. Ho was u affectionate father bis heart was bound up in his only daughter, Ho would Jinvo suffered his limbs to be torn asun der rather than barm should come to tier. "I hope I may never see Its color again. Come, we will go home now." tJChe machinery of Star Mill was si- ppjt-the ironworkers were going um 4i$ x F in groups, lu twos nnd threes. Arthur Mayberry was walking back to tho mill olllce, when be felt n hnnd on his shoul der, mul n familiar voice accosted him cheerily. "You're nominated for to-morrow night, Mayberry." "As howV asked Mayberry, looking around with n pleasant smile. "We've made up n little party for the concert. Count you In?" "I'm ever so much obliged, Parker, but " "So excu?ei. You are going along. I've committed you. I told Miis Itrucc I was commissioned to ask her If you could have the pleasure of her company to the concert to-morrow evening." "l'arker you didn't. What will she think V" "Notnenso! There's Just eight of us, and jou'll spoil the arrangement if you don't come." "Look lieie. Parker. l'e no doubt It's just ni you k.i.v. but this l the lint tliii. positively the Inst time. Heeause you are going to marry one Ml' llruce, Hint doesn't giw yon the right to dispose of her sister ami me In such a way as to let you have the other sister all to your self. I've been counting the time I've accommodated you " "I knew you would come. Sad busi nessawful midden this death of Peters. Quite shook mo up nt first." "That's the way with some folks. All the doctors In the world can't prevent their going off that way. Somebody wits telling us his father died the same way." Parker looked at Ills' friend curiously, sharply, "I hadn't heard that. It's In the fam ily, then. People think or have you heard the men tnlk about it?" "They nre all talking about Peters' death, of course." "Even the fellows that thought Peters was n little too hard arc sorry he's gone. Take 'em through nnd through, these workmen ain't a bad Vt. Parker. The majority are nil right nt bottom. Do jou remember how they put up for Brlggs' wife gnve her over four hundred dol lars. And they did a very tine thing when that little fellow was killed a year ago. Never let his mother seo him till the undertaker had got the poor child Into something like himself besides attend ing to things the oiOco hadn't any way of getting at." "Yes, I suppose they'll miss Peters." "I'll call ou you to-morrow evening, at seven sharp, mind," "No! thank you. I'll permit you to go half an hour earlier, I guess." Parker blushed. "Well but you'll be on hand?" "How can I help it? ou've managed It so finely agalu, that I must go or ex plain nnd you know I never explain any thing." "Thanks, old fellow. When you are engaged " "Ever so much obliged," Interrupted Mayberry with a laugh. And thus the friends and fellow clerks parted. Not a word was, said of the epl sode In the mill. Mayberry, usually free and unreserved, was silent. He con fessed to himself when alone that, wcro tho person chiefly concerned a man, in stead of a young lady, he would havo ex perienced no restraint in relating tho peril escaped. CHAPTER IV. The coroner at first was averse to offi cial action In Peters' case, Tho opinion of the pbyslciau was sufficient, ho thought, until bo received a noto from ono of the owners of the Star Mill, Mr. Meeker was of the opinion an inquest should bo held; n concern employing so many workmen could not afford to leave any ground for speculation. So the jury was got together, duly sworn, repaired in a Iwdy to Mr, Peters' house, where they viewed the remains in silence, and then retired solemnly to a neighbor's otlice, placed at their disposal, where the witnesses appeared before them. The first witness called was Daniel Atherton, the puddler. Tho ironworker looked unusually grave. His manner wns collected, his tones measured as ho guvo his testimony, Mr. Meeker was present. Ho was talking to Atherton In a low tone when the jury entered tho olllce. "lucre is no use giving out to the world that Peters was lu a passion when bo fell," bo snld. "You seo, while it is true, it will only create an erroneous Impres sion. The papers will publish it, and in such a way that it may do Peters In Jus tice and pain his relatives, Here U a man dead, with nothing against him so far, until tho Idea gets- out all at once he was n passionate, bossing sort of a fellow and that robs him or his people of sympathy, I think, if I were you, I'd tontine myself to answers, instead of volunteering n statement." And there wns Orlpp, very solemn, and as silent as tho grave. This silence ex asperated the Ironworker, He was In clined to tell nil that passed, ami lu the order lu which tho incidents occurred, if for no other reason than to show his Hf regard of Mr. Orlpp's suggestions. Hut when ho stood up before the jury, his kindlier nature -assorted itself, as often happened with Mm, nnd thus be laid tho foundation for future trouble, as kindness and a disposition to oblige often does, Instead of relating all that happened the previous day, ho simply answered such questions as wero propounded by tho coroner. "Yes, be bad met Mr. Peter about ten minutes before be was stricken down. He met bint in the mill yard. They were talking about one of the furnaces when ha was seised. There was ens other bVssbW sbbbbbJiHbVsbbbbbbbBIbBEsbbbVbbbbbbWsbbbI H BbT ' BBBBHBrBBBBBBllHBlllBPsBHVsESnlESiUEBBBB K -V-VM '''tafatatatatatflK'' BaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaFIBaaiMl STMKlBaaaa R.j20HBOaBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBMK?aK&3?I3X7 t VBaBBBBBfJfiGafBBBraBHfBaBBBBfl BnlXBS9MIIBaBBBBBBBBaaBaSH!lSSi)Bll :": aBBBBBaRBaBiBaHBlH aVaaBBBBai THU HUGE WHEEL REMORSELESSLY LIFTED HER UP. present, Mr. Orlpp, who wns In tho room. Mr. Peters fell so suddenly neither could prevent his falling. The mark on the back of his head was emised by a large piece of Iron. Ills head struck It as he fell." The jury looked at the coroner, then nt the floor. At this point, the blunder ing Juror popped up, as be Invariably doe In the wrong place. A Molld-looklng man desired to ask Mr. Atherton "Just one question." "About that lump of metal," ho said, "or piece of metal if Mr. Peters had at tended to his business, looked after every thing ns he'd orter havo done, do jou think that piece of metal would have been where it was? And If It hadn't been there well, maybe he'd bo living yet." "You needn't answer that question," said the coroner. "It Isn't pertinent. There Is no object In It." All the jurors looked at the blundering Juryman reprovingly. Then Mr. Urlpp wns sworn. Mr. (Irlpp's testimony wns much shorter than the pttddler's. It was corroborative. "Thnt Is about all, gentlemen," said the coroner. "I will leave you now for n few minutes to prepnrc your verdict. Here nre pen, Ink nnd nnncr." Then Mr. Meeker, accompanied by Qrlpp, Atherton nnd the coroner, stepped to the door and looked out. Two minutes later n juror came out, trfuched the coro ner on the arm, nnd when he went In he was handed n Kcrnp of paper setting forth the fact that the jury round Mr. Peters had come to his death from natural causes. When Mr. Meeker walked away, leav ing Atherton and Orlpp together, the lat ter looked nt the Ironworker in such n patronizing way that tho puddler resented it by flushing a look of anger upon him. "You nre well out of It," said Orlpp in n low tone. Atherton wns on the point of asking him whnt he meant; but he checked the exclamation on his tongue ns he turned away. He could not trust himself to spenk to Orlpp. lest he would throttle him on the spot. Ills fingers Itched to grnsp Orlpp's throat. The puddler did not recover bis self possession until he reached his home. Iho picture of comfort and tidiness there dis persed all gloomy thoughts. There was a wnrmth, n glow In the room Irene Atherton was sitting In, that lmpressvd nil who entered it. There was nothing tine in the room, but neither was there any attempt at finery. On the con trary, everything wns of the plainest. Yet. somehow, the few articles of furni ture were arranged so well, the appoint ments were so simple nnd unpretending, that somehow they Invited confidence. The trim figure near a window harmon ized with the appointments. As the ironworker seated himself, he sighed. His daughter looked up. It was rare Indeed Daniel Atherton carried bis troubles borne. He often told his fellow-workers he "never carried tho shop to his meals or bed, or let It bother the women." "Aro you not feeling well, father?" "Why do you ask? There is nothing wrong with me only " He checked himself. Ills daughter laid her work aside, and set about preparing tho noonday meal. The Ironworker made an excuse to look for a -book or paper, and looked at himself In tho mirror. The re flection reassured him. Ills daughter presently handed him au envelope, which he tore open. "When did this comer1 "Yesterday. I thought perhaps ou might want to know what was in it, and " The ironworker crushed the paper in Ids hnnd. A frown gathered on bis face. "Was it this that brought you over to the mill?" "Yes." Atherton flung tho paper Into tho fire. "What is It. father?" "Only a political circular. If you bad lost your life briuging mo that mess of lies. I'd " Tho Ironworker clenched his hands. His mouth grow bard, and tho frown on bis faco became deeper, "I thought It was something about tho Amalgamated Association something it would save you troublo to know by taking It to you before you were through your work. I was so flurried I never thought of It until this morning after you went out." "Well ono warnln's enough. Now, af ter this, no mutter if I leave my dinner pall, you must never come to the mill again. Tho fright you gave me yesterday has made mo feel ten years older. I thought when1 your mother died nothing could ever shako mo again; but you did you shook mo worse yesterday." "It was awful awful, father." "So you'll never vet foot in tho mill again, mind. If you can't send, wait till I come home." "I'll never go again." (To bo continued.) A Few Conundrum. What bas only ono foot? A stock- lug. How do boes tllsposo of their honey? they cell it. What annio do tho waves piny nt? Pitch nnd toss. What soup would cannibals prefer? A broth of a boy. What sort of men aro always aboyo board? Chessmen. Who is tho oldest lunatic ou record? Tlino out of mind. When Is a man moro than n man? When bo Is besldo himself. Whnt Is a muff? Something that holds a lady's hand and doesn't sqticezo It. When Is a clock on tho stair dan gerous? Wben it runs down and strikes ono. Wby Is a pig In tho kitchen like a bouse on fire? Tbe sooner It's out the better.-New York World. 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