Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 25 June 1895 — Page 4

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"All,"' she cried, v.ith an accent of terror, "tliey are here!" A light .showed at the dark opening above the incline, and the thin .stream of Mrs. Denny'.s chatter trickled faintly on the silence.

Cecil put out both candles with a flap of her long cloak. "Oh. will yon go?"

Hilgard heard her whisper and felt her hands groping for him in the darkness and pushing liim from her. He took the timid hands in his and pressed them to his lips, and then stumbled dizzily away throngh the blackness.

A proposition from her companions to prolong their wanderings nntil they had reached the barricade was opposed by Cecil with all the strength her adventure had left her, but when it ap-

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She bestowed a (fiance of sympathy. pcared that tlieir way lay along the same drift in a direction opposite that by which Hilg ird had made his retreat she offered no further objection. Her silence was sufficiently explainable by the fright she had had in the darkness.

The drift led to another smaller ore chamber, where miners were at work picking down the heavy gray sand and shoveling it into the tram cars. Conrath explained that this "stope" was in the new strike, claimed by the Led Horse, and that the barricade guarded the drift just beyond. "I suppose it doesn't make so much difference whom the ore belongs to,'' Mrs. Denny commented lightly. "It's a question of who gets it first. Passez, passez! You needn't stop to expostulate. I am not a mining expert.

Conrath looked excessively annoyed, but refrained from defining his position to this cheerful nonprofessional observer. As they entered the low pa.ssa.go they found themselves face to face with a wall of solid upright timbering which closed its farther end, and in the midst of a silent group of men, seated along the side walls of the drift on blankets and empty powder kegs.

The barricade was pierced at about the height of a man's shoulders with small round loopholes. Two miners' candlesticks were stuck in the timbers, high above the heads of the guard, who lounged, with their rifles across their knees, the steel barrels glistening in the light.

Cecil's fascinated gaze rested

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significant group. The figures were so immovable and indifferent of face and attitude, so commonplace in type, that she but slowly grasped the meaning of their presence there. These, then, were the risks that were of

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consequence!

Turning her pale face toward her brother, she asked, "Is this what you have brought us to see?" "I thought you knew what a barricade is!" "I never knew! I knew—I thought it was that"—pointing to the wall of timber—"but not this!'' She looked toward the silent group of men, each holding his rifle with a careless grasp. ,.v "You wouldn't make a good miner's wife, Cecil," said Mrs. Denny, and a Slow smile went round among the men. "Hark," said Conrath- They were still facing the barricade, and the dull thud of picks far off in the wall of rock sounded just in front of them. "Do you hear them at work? Now turn the other way." The sound came again, precisely in front. "They area long way off yet. Can you make out how they are going to strike us, boys?" Conrath asked of the guard. vt, "You can't tell for sure, the rock is so deceivin, but they seem to be comin straight for the end of the drift." "Who are they? Who axe coming?" Cecil demanded. "The Led Horses, my dear. They may blast through any day night, but they'll find we've blocked their little ame." "What is their game?" Mrs. Denny inquired. "They claim our new strike, and from the sound they seem to be coming for it as fast as they can!"

Cecil locked her arms in the folds of her long, shrouding cloak, and a nervous shudder made her tremble from head to foot. "Poor little girl!" said Conrath, putting his arm around her shoulders. "I ought to have taken you straight home after the fright you got in the drift." "Why, do you know," said Mrs. Denny, looking a little pale herself, "I think this is awfully interesting. I'd no idea that beauteous young Hilgard was such a brigand- Just fancy, only two nights ago you were dancing with him, Cecil "What?" said Conrath, turning his sister roughly toward him with the hand that rested on her shoulder. She

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moved away and stood betore iiim, looking at him, her straightened brows accenting the distress in her upraised eyes. ''Yvliy should I not dance with him? In this place ycu all suspect each otlier and accuse each other of everything. He accuses ycu. Shall Mrs'. Denny 0:1 that account refuse to dance with you?"

She spoke in a very low voice. but Conrath replied quistt audibly, "Don't be a fool, Cecil!" "Oh," she said, letting her arms fall before her desperately, "it is all the wildest, wildest folly that any one ever heard of! Men fighting about money that isn't even their own! Why, this is not mining. It is murder "We're not fighting," Conrath replied. "Half the mines in the camp are showing their teeth at each other. It's the way to prevent fighting. If they keep on their own ground, there won't be any trouble, but,'' turning to Mrs. Denny, with a darkening look, "if I catch that 'beauteous' friend of yours

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my ground he'll be apt to get his beauty spoiled." On their way back along the drift they were warned by a spark of light and a distant rumbling that a car was approaching along the tram road. They stopped, and lowering their candles stood close against the sloping wall while the car passed. It was at the entrance to another dark gallery, and as the car rolled on, the warm wind of its passage making their candles flare, it left them face to facq^vitli a miner, who had also been overtaHai at the junction of the drifts. He was tall, and his face was in deep shadow from the candle fastened in the crown of his hat. He stepped back into the side drift, pulling his hat brim down. "Who was that-?" Mrs. Denny asked. "I didn't notice him," Conrath replied. "One of the Cornish men on the last- shift. I don't know all their faces. "He doesn't walk like a Cornish man," said Mrs. Denny, looking sifter him, "and his hand was the hand of a gentleman.'' They moved

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a few paces

in silence. Cecil flagged a little behind the others, and then dropped to the iioor of the drift in a dead faint.

It was the air, they said, and the nervous shock she had suffered while alone in the ore chamber.

She let them explain it as they would, only begging to be left to recover herself quietly in her own room.

When the little stir of Mrs. Denny's departure had subsided and the house Wiis once more silent, Cecil rose, still pale and shuddering with slight, successive chills, and sought the snug warmth of the kitchen. It was irly twilight, but a lamp had been lit on the shelf and above the ironing table, where the maid was at work, rubbing and stretching her starched cuffs, and clapping the iron down at intervals on its stand. From time to time she bestowed a glance of sympathy on her young mistress' dejected figure, crouching by the stove, her hands extended towiird the steam from the kettle. "Molly, if anything should happen at the mine, would the engine stop right away?" Cecil asked, after a long silence. "Why, yes, miss, if anything broke. "No, I mean if any one were hurt" "Well, if 'twas one of the men, maybe they wouldn't stop," said Molly, gravely lifting a fresli iron from the stove, and inverting it close to her glowing cheek. "The pumpin engine don't never stop, unless somethin breaks, or the mine shuts down for good and alL "But if it were—if anything should happen to my brother?" "They'd stop, if the superintendent was hurt. Of course they would, miss-" "The engine would stop?" Miss Cecil repeated, lifting her head from the supporting hand on which it had rested. "Yes, miss, it would."

They were both silent, while Cecil seemed to listen. "Mr. Conrath is not underground, is he, miss?" "No he went down totho camp with Mrs. Denny. Will you open the door a moment, Molly?"

Molly opened the door and stood against it. folding her bare arms in her apron, a warm, bright figure, with the gray, cold sky of twilight behind her. The heavy heart beats of the engine came distinctly from the shafthouse. Cecil went to the door and stood beside Molly, looking out at the dull sky and the new, unpainted buildings, crudely set in the low toned landscape of ing"Do you hear the other engine?" Cecil asked, after a moment's doubfful listening. "The one over yon, miss? I hear it plain. Wait now. It comes faintlike berween. Was you thi nkin anything would be liappenin?" "I'm always thinking something will happen," said Cecil, a deep sigh following her long suspended breath..

Yes there's a mort o' trouble with them mines. 'Most every day some of 'em gets hurt. They gets a bucket dropped on their heads, or a rope breaks, or a blast goes ff, or they sets a kag o' that giant on the stove to warm it, and it goes off on 'cm and tears everything to pieces." "What is 'giant,' Molly?" "It's a kind of powder, miss—awful innocent lookin stuff, like cold greasebut it do send a loto' them poor fellows out o' the world! They gets careless, that's what the companies says." "Do you know anybody in the mines, Molly?"

Why, yes, miss. My brother's on the Led Horse, and I know another o' the boys across the gulch." '11 "Molly, how strange that is!" "Is it, miss? Sru-e, I don't know why. Tom's been over there since ever Mr. West come. Ho worked under him in Doadwood. He likes Mr. West first rate, and he likes Mr. Hilgard." .''

Who put Mr. West in, do you know "Mr. Hilgard, imss. They was a loafin, drinkin set ofor there when ho come out from the east to take holt, and he couldn't make notliin of 'em, and so he clears out the wholo lot of 'em, and G-ashwiler at the head of 'em. and the worst one of all, to put in Mi*. West and anew trc.11 a" o' me.u.

"Gasliwiler—do you mean our captain?" "I do, ini.^s!" "Oh, Molly, I never knew that! Shut the door. I*7 so coid! I never laiew it she repeated, gazing at Molly desolateiy. "It might be you didn't miss, but it's the truth. Mr. Conruth maybe1d p.col: mo out of the house for sarin it, but it's my belief tlv.t (Tashwile makin the whole trouble between 'em. He knows the Led Horse, every inch of it, miss, and where their ore is, just's I could come in here and lay my hand on the flour barrel in the dark.

Again in silence they listened to the beat of the engines. "When do the men on the 3 o'clock shift come up, Molly?" "At 11 o'clock, miss." "Why, how long they stay down there!" "Eight hours it is above ground and eight below. I bet it seems long to them that's below!" "Oh!" said Cecil, lifting her bauds* and pressing them

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the top of her

head. "I wish they would all resign!"

CHAPTER VIII.

Cecil's life at the mine was a lonely one. Even the ladies who lived in the populous parts of the cam» struggled vainly to fulfill duly that important feminine rite, the exchange of calls. There were difficulties of roads and of weather, and of finding the missing houses of acquaintances, which, in the progressive state of the city topography, had been unexpectedly shunted off into other streets. Anew street had barely time to be named and numbered before it was moved backward or forward, or obliterated altogether, in the intermittent attempts of the city government to reconcile United States patents with "jumpers' claims.

Cecil, two miles from the postoffi.ee, at an isolated mine, was out of the. reach of all but the most persevering efforts of her new friends. In truth, the re were not many of them. Cecil was a shy girl, just out of school, with a habit of showing surprise at a great many things that were taken as a matter of course in the camp. Hilgard had one consolation in his exile from all chance of her favor. There was no one else who could boast of it.

The kitchen and parlor at the Shoshone were separated from each other only by a short flight of steps and a square, irk passage, which opened also into Conrath's office. Mistress and maid, living so neiir together, and being of nearly the same age, did not pretend to a very formal relation. The sounds from the kitchen plainly described to Cecil, in the parlor, the nature of Molly's operations. When they were loud and urgent when Molly took the field with her canvas apron girt round her hips and her washtubs in solid array when armfuls of wood thundered into the wood bin, or crockery rattled, or resonant tins responded to her vigorous touch, the young mistress kept within her own precincts, but when footsteps trod peacefully to and fro between the stove and the ironing table, and the clap of the iron sounded at intervals, or when apples bumped comfortably from the pan on Molly's knees to the one on the floor beside her, Cecil ventured out with her sewing, or sat idle on the steps nursing her arms in her lap and watching Molly's monotonous movements with the pleased, curious content of a child.

These visits had increased somewhat in frequency since Miss Conrath's discovery that the affections of her maid were temporarily deposited in the Led Horse.

Molly had silently noted this fact and hinted it to her brother and to a tall young timberman who crossed the gulch with him occasionally and spent an evening in the Shoshone kitchen. The young timberman had been one of the two men at the cranks who had hoisted Hilgard to the surface

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the morning

of his first meeting with Miss Conrath. He recalled this incident for Molly's benefit, who gave it its full value and beamed over it with the broadest satisfaction.

Sure I could see a good way out of it," was her hesirty if somewhat premature suggestion. "Let them consolidate the mines and put Mr. Hilgard over 'em both, and let her choose which side of the gulch she'd live. I wouldn't live over there," Molly continued, indicating, with a depreciative toss of her head, the Led Horse side of the gulch, "for all you've got in the mine. "It's not much, thin!" Tom interposed confidentially. "The water is that hard it's enough to take the skin off your hands,'' Molly continued, "and the ground's as black as the stove, with the crock off o' thim burnt woods, and every man o' you leavin the print of his fat on the floors. Sure I might be on me knees from momin to night, and they'd never look clean!" "You'd not be scrubbin floors if you was over there!" the young timberman remarked, with emphasis that brought the color into Molly's cheeks. "And who'd be doin it for me?" she asked in a high voica "Is it the men ttiat scrubs the floor over there and the fpomen that works underground?"

Cecil, alone in the silent parlor, heard the burst of boyish laughter that followed this sally, and said to herself, rather wistfully, that the Shoshone kitchen was much tho most cheerful room in the house.

On the days after these evening visits Molly was unusually communicative and had a great deal of information to give

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the progress of the dispute be

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