Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 289 of 350
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THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. 283 aliqwed escape from the-Inferno unscathed, Terry Dona- hue remains at his post of duty so long as there seems to be the slightest hope of rescuing another soul. Only when he sees the whole flaming roof trembling and the walls. are a mass of fire does the heart-sickened Briton sullenly give way, recognizing the dreadful fact that there is no longer a Hving being left in the charnel house that so lately resembled the fairyland of a child’s dream: And Terry is the last one who crawls up the ladder to mreet the eager hands of those who have been witnesses te his manhood below. He hurries at once to the hotel. Regrimed with smoke, his mustache singed, his eye- brows partly gone and his coat burmed in a score of places, with as many blisters on his hands as -+he has fingers, Terry Donahue is doubtless a sorry-looking hero; yet in the eyes of the girl who paces restlessly up and down the hotel lobby he is fairer than a god, greater than a. king, when she sees him burst through the door and eagerly approach. Their hands meet in a warm clasp, and again eye speaks to eye the language of the soul. “Thank heaven you are safe!” is what her lips say, but the light beaming through the windows of the soul cries: “Il should have died had you been lost, Terry, my king !’’ “T have only come to make sure you were here. Some terrible attraction draws me back to that fatal spot,” he says hastily. “How.many found safety through that opening—up \that ladder?” she asks. “There were thirty at least;’” and, begging her to re- tire to her room, he hurries away. b. Thirty souls saved—what a crown of glory for one man —what showers of blessings will follow him all the days of his life from these unknown ones who, through his -ourage and valor, were plucked as brands from the burning ! — » On this night in Paris it is an honor to possess a burned coat—General Fevrier never provesoihishackeverygin