The times and democrat. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, July 31, 1909, Page 3, Image 3
When the Earth
Yawned
By EDGAR WELTON COOLEY
Copyright. 1909. by American Pres? Asso
ciation
I ? IT was late when Jack came In?
I nearly midnight I heard Mb
M key in the lock. I beard the
J door open and close softly and
saw his face in the dim light of the
turned down gas. It was pale, hag
gard, careworn. He threw hlm3elf
Into a mission rocker and sat gazing
Into the flickering fire In the grate.
I spoke, but he did not answer.. So
"1 rolled out and s?t on the edge of the
tied and spoke again. Still he did not
reply. He sat with his chin in his
$>alm, one long finger pressing against
bis temple as
though to ease
the throbbing.
"Old man," ? I
said coaxingly,
"what's up?"
He looked at
me a moment as
much as to say,
"What the deuce
are you doing
here?" Then he
took a paper
from bis pocket,
unfolded It care
fully aud crush
ed it in bis fin
gers.
"It bas come,"
he said finally,
like one talking
to himself, "and
it hurts."
"What has
come?" I asked
wouderingly.
?Whav? upr? ..Auiy;. hesaid
very slowly, not raising his eyes from
the fire. "She wants a divorce, of
course. I don't blame her. I can't.
I've been a dog, Tom."
I didn't say anything. The silence
made me uncomfortable. Presently he
spoke again.
"1 thought I had got used to living
?without her and that I wouldn't mind.
Eut a man can't always tell. After all.
It's pretty hard when it comes to the
showdown. But 1 wish she'd had the
papers served yesterday or had waited
nutil tomorrow." He leaned forward,
resting bis elbows on bis knees. "This
Is our wedding anniversary, Tom."
1 understood Jack Marryatt well
enough to know he'd kick me out of
the room if I expressed any sympathy.
He didn't want pity. He wanted some
one to listen while he cursed himself
for a streng headed, stubborn brute.
He was partly right, but I didn't be
lieve be was altogether at fault. I
didn't tell him so; he would have
knocked me down.
So I dressed, and we lit our pipes,
and I listened while be talked of her.
2s'o lover ever spoke more reverently
of a woman than he did of Amy. I
listened. It was bis heart I heard?
his big. honest, throbbing, bruised
heart. And as he spoke I saw where
the little thread had crept in?the lit
tle thread of discord that had grown
to a cable and pulled them apart. Jack
"was proud, and so was Amy. poor girl
?too proud to see and to understand
that, after all, it was only a rope of
sand.
When at last he ceased I gazed out
the window at the moonlight falling
upon the spires and domes and roofs ?
?of San Francisco. Here and there j
lights flickered in the windows. Be
low in the sireet occasionally footsteps j
passed, a touring car swept by. or a '
hack from which came voices and
laughter.
Presently there drifted to us from
an all ni::bt restaurant a confusion of
sounds, which gradually blended, bear
ing to us the melody of "Home. Sweet
Home." For n moment Jack listened:
then he closed the window and re
sumed his seat with a spjh. From
afar off. on the still air. came the
deep tone of a bell striking the hour
one, two. three, four, five. I started
^and looked at Jack. It was morning,
and it had not seemed an hour! He
walked to a window and stood with j
bis hands behind him. the waning j
moonlight fringing Iiis hair with pale
silver.
1 do not know bow long he stood
there. My pipe had gone out. The
ashes in the grate were dull and life
less. A wicked silence seemed to lay {
on everything.
Suddenly I heard a sound as of rush
ing wind and listened, then got to my
feet, only to reel and cling to my chair.
The walls trembled and creaked: the'
floor rose and fell, a surging sea. The
building shivered and groaned like a
?wounded animal. Old man Fear
knocked at the door. Something caught
me up and tossrd me In the air. and
I fell?down, down, down! Agnin I
was picked Up and whirled around,
once, twice, then dashed against the
wall. 1 was dizzy. My head ached;
my veins seemed bursting. I grabbed
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man's voice can be sweetest are a
small baby she loves and a large wo
man she hates.
my breath with both hands and held
on.
The earth wae roaring. It rattled
the bones in my body. The sky snug
to iL I could feel the humming in my
feet. Every hair of my head, every
nerve, every fiber of me, was vibrat
ing a million times a second. I was
numb, tortured, delirious with fever,
shaking with a chill.
I saw Jack at intervals. In that
awful first instant he had extinguished
the gas, but the moon and the dawn
shone dimly. In which his face half
showed. Here and there the shadows
ihlfted, rose and fell?wave shadows.
From above, from below, from every
side came a grinding, shattering, roar
ing, like a hundred trains crossing a
hundred bridges. Then followed the sil
very rattle of breaking glass, the thun
derous crash of walls, wild screams
that grew feeble, ceased, then silence.
I ran to a window, but could see
nothing but dost, dust. It shut out the
day and the moon. I groped back into
the room. Jack was standing in the
open door, twisting and untwisting his
soft felt hat.
"Earthquake! My God!" he cried In
a hoarse whisper.
I tried to speak, but my tongue was
frozen. I reached out my hand and
touched his coat. I felt the warmth of
his body and laughed like a child thai
feels the pressure of its mother's kiss
in the dark.
He clutched my arm. "Come!" he ?
cried. "Come!" It was a savage cry,
yet trembling with agony.
""Where?" I asked. I was frightened
at my own voice.
"Amy!" he cried. "Merciful God.
Amy!"
We went down the stairs?stagger
bag, falling, struggling, we went down
the stairs. He was the first in the
street, I after him. He led the way.
and I followed. Over piles of brick
and iron, through dust that choked
and blinded, we ran. The streets were
full of people, running like we were.
But there was no word spoken, save
only the cry of some one under a wall
or the crooning of a mother to a child
In her arms.
I was beginning to breathe once
more and to get a new grip on life
when again came the rumble and roar,
and the earth trembled In its agony.
Tall buildings leaned till they all but
touched. I could see but a narrow
line of sky between. I thought they
would fall and crush me, but I didn't
care. I didn't care for anything. I
wanted to laugh. I thought if I didn't
laugh I'd die. But I didn't-I ran. I
could hardly keep on my feet. I
seemed to be stumbling over ridges of
earth that sank out of sight when I
stepped on them.
Jack kept right ahead of me. but
presently he stopped so suddenly that
I ran into him.
"Oh." be said, "I can't leave them
there!" His face was pale as death.
Anxiety burned in his eyes, but a
great pity trembled in bis voice.
"Can't leave whom?" I Rasped, but
already he had turned back.
I followed, and we came to a frail
woman sitting on the curbstone. In
her arms was a baby. At her knee
was a little girl. The girl was crying.
On the woman's face was the paieness
of' utter exhnustlon. on her lips was
a prayer, and In her eyes, resting on
her children, the deep pain with which
love embitters despair.
"Madam," he said, "you will let us
help you?"
She looked at him, in her eyes a
blessing worlds could not purchase.
He clasped the baby in his arms and
motioned for me to take the girl.
Then, with his strong hand grasping
the woman's arm. we hurried away.
Three blocks distant a man bolted
into us?a large, broad shouldered man
with prime on his hands and grease
and dirt on his face that shone pale
Deneath. The woman threw her arms
about the man's neck and sobbed, and
the man took Jack's hand and held It
for an Instant, then reaehed forth his
arms for the babe. Jack kissed the
child and handed It to him and stood
looking at it wistfully until they were
swallowed by the thronp.
We passed a church. The door was
open. A few candles burned dimly.
Without on the stone steps a black
robed priest stood, crucifix in air.
khautinp. About him a few of the
faitiiful knelt. His black locks were
blowing In the rising breeze. His eyes
were upturned. Upon his calm face
was written, "Fence, be still."
So we came to a corner, where Jack
paused and caught my arm. His face
was without color, ghastly in the
weird light of the new day. His voice
was scarcely more than a whisper.
Ills eyes shone like those of one who
has staked his last cent upon the turn
of a wheel and knows the issue Is life
or death.
"Tom," he cried, "look! I cannot!
I cannot!' He covered his face with
his hands. He was trembling. A child
ran past crying for its mother.
"Look where?" I asked.
He glanced at me durably and raised
his hand to his head, then lowered it.
A red blotch gleamed dully on his
brow at the edge of his hair. His fin
gers were red.
"Tom"?he was on his knees, grip
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dog!"
"Yes, yes," I said impatiently, "bat
what do you want me to do?"
"I'm a dog!" be repeated. "She had
none to protect ber." He sprang up.
"God! Do you understand?" His face
was savage; there was a wild look in
his eyes. "If one hair of her head"?
The strong odor of smoke came to
me. I could hear the crackling of
flames. The gong of a ?re engine
sounded in the distance, drawing near
er and nearer. Above us, between the
tall buildings, the sky was a ribbon of
pink.
I "In heaven's name," I cried, "where
is she, Jack?"
He pointed toward the cross street.
"In the middle of the block," he whis
pered, "on the left; a large, red hotel.
Look, Tom. Is it there?"
I looked. The air was hazy with
smoke and dust I could not see dis
tinctly. But presently It cleared.
"Yes," I said. "It is there."
I saw Jack drop something into his
pocket?a glittering barrel.
Side by side we rushed into the hotel
office. It was filled with people. They
were running here and there like ants
when you disturb their nest. Yet all
was silence?the silence of intense
fright. Amy was not of them. Up
the stairs we dashed. Jack in the lead.
On the third landing we met.
How utterly God forsaken she looked!
But when she saw Jack she paused
and stood like a stag at bay, her head
poised proudly, her lips trembling, but
voiceless, the color coming aud going
! on her cheeks, her bosom heaving.
Through a window the red reflection
of the fire streamed. It fell upon the
wall behind her?a scarlet background
for her raven hair.
I caught my breath. She was beau
tiful?beautiful! I could hear my
heart pounding. I could feel my veins
tingle. I forgot the hell that surged
around us. I forgot the red tongued
death that was reaching out. I could
see nothing, think of nothing, but her!
"Amy!" Jack was standing motion
less; not upright, like she. but leaning
The floor rose and fett.
toward her. His hat was In his hand.
That red mark showed on his fore
head, and his eyes?you could see
his soul through his eyes.
"Well?' she said haughtily.
I saw Jack stagger, but he caught
himself, raised himself up, up, until
he stood six feet and more, magnifi
cent In his manhood.
"Amy"?his voice was calm?"in this
hour I belong here with you. It may
be the last time, but you'll let me"?
Slowly she dropped her eyes, then
raised them. They were full of panic.
Her lips trembled. Her small frame
shook.
"Jack," she cried, "I don't want to
die!" She was sobbing.
He placed a hand under her chin
and, raising her face to bis, gazed
courage Into ber eyes.
"Come," he said. He spoke firmly,
and she followed us, her hand in
Jack's.
From a window we could see in a
dozen places where hell had broken
through?red arms that reached up
ward, grasping the sky. Above there
was no blue, only a low hanging can
opy of smoke, blood red, rolling to
ward the sea. Through the corridors
and up the stairs there seemed to drift
a voice that yet was not the voice of
man, for no one could have told whose
voice It was. Shrieking with terror,
trembling with hopelessness, it came:
"Fire! Fire! And there Is no water!"
Set faces met us in the street?a
flood of humanity, a dumb, sweeping
tide that bore us on and on. For hours
we .walked; it seemed a thousand
miles. Aud always Amy and Jack
were silent, and always her hand was
In his. Once I saw him look at her, a
deep wist fulness In his eyes, but he
did not speak. So we trudged on.
Suddenly I heard a commanding
voice. "Back!" it cried. "Clear the
way!" An automobile shot past?a red
flash, like a meteor. The wind caught
my light hat and sent It spinning. I
saw Amy grasp Jack by the arm and
cast a frightened glance over her
shoulder.
"Jack," she whispered, "did you see
that?that?in the uuto?"
"Yes." be said. "It was dynamite."
She shivered.
Dynamite, and the streets choked
with humanity! We knew what it
meant. Another hell was to be turned
loose?a hell to meet a hell! 1 thought
fast, but I did not speak. I could not.
We came to a small park that over
looked the bay. The waves were lash
In*: themselves into red foam, leaping
high in air -"id falling in red rain.
The sun was copper ball.
We found a clear spot between two
trees and sat down to rest. Amy was
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with his bat I ached all over, bat I
lay back upon the grass and thanked
my hardworking old guardian angel
that I was still aboard this pretty
good old earth.
Then I heard a crash like a thou
sand claps of thunder. The earth
seemed to reel before the blast like
a ship in a storm. Between us and
that red glare something shot upward
?something big. black and screeching
?a building that man bad studied and
planned and labored to build. An
other followed, and another and an
other, like handfuls of sand thrown In
the air by children. Whole squares
seemed rising and melting. It was
br-r-r-um, br-r-r-um, br-r-r-um-um-um!
There was no waiting, no pause. The
world seemed leaping into atoms,
while the flames reached up long arms
to grasp the fragments before they re
turned to earth. It was the, wrath of
God pitted against the flendishness of
> Satan. It was awful?awful!
Amy. covered her eyes with her
hands and sobbed softly.
"Don't!", begged Jack. "Please don't
I can't stand it!"
She raised her eyes to his suddenly.
"Oh," she said, "do you care?"
"Yes!" he cried passionately and held
out his hands. He was standing above
her. I never saw greater tenderness
on a man's face.
For an Instant she looked at him.
then lowered her eyes again. A pearl
glistened on the end of a lash.
"You aren't fnir," she said, rather
rebelliously. "You are taking an ad
vantage."
"1 am unfair," he replied tremulous
ly. "Forgive me." He turned about
and bit bis nails. He was pale, yet
perspiration beaded his forehead.
Presently he faced her again.
"I am sorry," he said. "We might
have saved some of your effects. You
have lost everything, I am afraid, for,
see, the flames must already have
reached your hotel." His voice was
solicitous, almost tender. Yet there
was no trace of passion in it.
"No," she said, "I did not lose all
The rest does not matter." She spoke
softly, avoiding his eyes.
"You saved something?" he asked
He was looking away to where the dy
namite and the fire were leaping at
each other's throat.
"A trifle," she said wearily, raising
her eyes and dropping them again. "1
had gone back after It and was return
lug when?you came."
1 saw him glance at her quickly,
then avert his eyes. "If I might
guess"? he began, but she iutcrrupted
"You forget. You are not to be un
fair."
He bit his lip, but smiled wanly
"Come, then," he said, "it were best
we go. I will take you to Sister Grace
in Oakland. Would you mind?"
She hesitated. "I will promise not to
see you," he resumed quickly, "un
less"?
"Unless?"
"Unless you wish."
"I will not mind, then," she said.
Again we were In the throng, push
ing, shoving. With Amy between us,
Jack and I fought our way Inch by
Inch till we reached the ferry build
ing and were aboard the boat. Slowly
we crossed the bay?with the pace of
a snail. The red flames seemed leap
ing toward us as though seeking to
clasp us to their scarlet breasts. We
could see the streets leading down to
the wharfs?black with creatures,dumb
and swaying with the Intensity of aw
ful despair. The water front was a
surging mass, the docks crowded with
cringing humanity, their faces fiend
Ish In the reddish, flickering light.
When I felt my feet again on solid
ground I took a full breath. I don't
think I ever put my lungs to any bet
ter use. Amy was laughing?the un
natural merriment of one whose nerves
are frayed at the edges. Jack guided
her out of the crowd. His face was
tense with the words that trembled in
his eyes, but were not to be spoken.
He was aging fast. The strain, the
anxiety, the heartache, were telling
on him. We were all silent?I clinging
to the joy of living, Amy with dewy
eyes. Jack drinking In the sweetness
M'c rushed into the office.
of her presence as a man In raid-desert
quaffs his last drop of water.
Grace saw us coming and met us
in the yard. Jack opened the gale,
and Amy passed through. I saw the
women throw their arms around each
other's neck; I heard them sobbing
and turned my back, a smothering in
side of me. Presently 1 heard Grace
speak.
"But are you not coming in?" she
said.
"No." said Jack firmly. Amy was
looking at him. a light in her eyes I
had not seen there during the hours
we had been together. Her hands
were clasped Id front of her
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PUTS A QUESTION.
A Woman Asks Mr;- Rockefeller to
"Beat It."
The August American Magazine
publishes a letter, signed "An Amer
ican Woman," in the department,
"The Pilgrim Scrip," in which the
author claims that men have come
to realize that in modern industrial
conditions the majority of them can
not conduct a paying business and
live according to the tenets of the
Christian religion.
"But," she continues, "they rebel
against the hyprocisy of such a
course. Americans may be cynics
but they are not hyprocites. The
motto of the majority may be, 'If
religion interferes with your busi
ness, then cut out your religion,' but
on the other hand, the instinct of
the majority is also to demand of
those who profess religion that they
shall practice it.
"It is, for instance, one of our
great American jokes?it has al
ready been celebrated in rag-time
ballad?that Mr. John D. Rocke
feller teaches Sunday school. The
attitude of the average American
toward this fellow-citizen of our
might be translated into these
words:
" 'Conduct your business as you
wish, Mr. Rockefeller, for, after all,
we rather admire sharp practice
when it makes good. Put your
helpless competitors out of the game,
drive them to failure, despair and
suicide, buy up the Upper House,
create a Third House. But don't
on top of that, don't we beg of you,
have the face to preach the Golden
Rule. Really, Mr. Rockefeller, when
it comes to this Sunday school prop
osition, you're nothing but a joke.
Beat it!"'
Pointed Paragrapns.
Shady transactions?the parasol
bargains.
Often hard to get over?the stone
wall.
Spoony couples do not always en
joy a stirring sermon.
They sometimes serve more than
pop at a "Pop" concert.
Moving pictures do not always
move to either laughter or tears.
Sometimes it's well to understand
when told to stand from under.
Is a threat to take the veil neces
sarily what is called a veiled threat?
The sailor may be able to live
on water, but he wants some bread
with it.
Many a girl who wears a rat keeps
as quiet as a mouse about it.
The expressman may not have
much to say when he gets home and
his wife expresses herself.
It is never a lofty aim when you
attempt to make some other person
the target of ridicule.
Often as soon as a pair of lovers
tumble to each other, they have a
falling out.
When a man likens a girl to a
flower she has a right to think she
is his pick.
When people can be genuinely
charitable it is to themselves.
The faster a girl can run away
from a man the sooner she can catch
him.
The reason a girl Is sure a man
would like to marry her is some
other grl also thinks she's the one.
If a woman rides a block in a
taxicab she can talk about it after
ward as when she was on an auto
mobile tour.
A woman dresses pretty much the
same way to go outdoors in sum
mer as she does to go to bed in
winter.
He sang to her In the gloaming,
But Cupid supplied the art,
For while he sang, he was playing
On the organ called her heart.
Mr. Ericson's Old House.
Go see it, it's a beauty. It stands
out among all its neighbors, because
the coloring is so bright and clear.
Mr. Ericson painted with L. & M.
Paint and says it cost 1-3 less than
ever before. He bought only 12
gallons of L. & M. Paint and 9 gal
Ions of Linseed Oil to mix with it.
This made 21 gallons of pure paint,
and cost only $1.20 per gallcn. It's
as handsome as the fiDest in town.
The L. & M. Is sold by J. G. Wan
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Love songs she was joyed to hear;
She thought It the sweetest music
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Witnessed Husband's Suicide.
Mrs. Wm. Co^:. wife of a promi
nent farmer of Talliaferro county,
Ga., not dreaming of her husband's
desperate intentions Thursday, saw
him place a revolver to bis temple
and pull the trigger. Cox had been
in bad health for some time, and
arising Thursday morning complain
ed of insomnia. Without another
word, he secured bis revolver and
fired the fatal shot, dying almost
instantly.
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Grounds. Library and Librarian. . Science Hall. Fifty
fourth year begins September 15, 1909.
For catalogues address J. A. GAMEWELL, Secretary.
Athletic
Wofford College Fitting School
SPAKTA2STBUR(r, S. C.
Three New Brick Buildings. Electric Lights. Steam Heat.
Individual attention to each student. Next session begins
September 15, 1909. For catalog and information address
A. M. DuPR E. Headmaster.
The more we are civilized the
more care we bestow on our toilet
needs, as that means respectability.
We mention a few of the more im
portant needs that you should take
with you on your vacation. In our
complete drug store we can tell you i
of many more.
Brushes.
Combs.
Tooth Brushes.
Common Medical Needs.
Tooth Paste or Powder.
Alcohol Stoves.
Rubber Gloves.
Sun Burn Lotions.
Cold Creams and Lotions.
Talcum Powder.
Wash Rags.
Soaps?100 kinds.
Witch Hazel.
Mosquito "Skoots."
Hand Brushes.
Ciuars.
Candy.
Razors, Strops and Soaps.
Manicure Goods.
Stationery. j
J. G. Wairaamsker I
SITg. Co.
"All Your Drug Store Needs."
Mail Orders Filled.
SPAHR'S
TALK ON YOUR
VACATION NEEDS!
There are many things you waall
on that trip.
Fir3t of all you may need a re
membrance for those you are going
to visit. No matter how much you
take with you it is the thought that
counts.
We are particularly well stocked
for gifts to take with you. Then
we can tell you some good things
you should take with YOU.
THERE IS A
GOOD KODAK
FOR ONE THING.
There Is no Kodak like the East
man and we are direct agents.
Gather the Idea? You trade with one
price.
YOU MAY
WANT A GOOD WATCH,
or a cheaper one. We have them.
Little toilet articles which are In
dispensable on a trip let us supply
you.
Perhaps you are an Elk and will
go to the Los Angeles meeting. We
can give you the emblem direct?
beautiful ones with the right price.
Ask us.
The Best .Tenders Since '07.
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