Laura Brayton — page 45: what you’re looking at

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36 | LAURA BRAYTON. Pressing still on, he found a large building, known as a tenement-house, on fire apparently from the basement to the roof, for the red flames were bursting fiercely from all the doors and lower windows, and just showing up at the fourth story. To save the house or anything in it then seemed to be an impossibility. “ Are all the people out?” asked the young man of a stalwart fellow ina fireman’s uniform, who had just arrived on the ground with his coat hanging on his arm. | | “T don’t know, boss. <All I can say is, if they’re not out now, they’ll never get out o’ that furnace.” “Great Heaven, look there!” cried the young man, anda groaning cry rose from men all around him. For they, too, saw what had drawn his excla- mation out; they saw, as he did, the wild, agony- painted face of a woman in her white night-clothes, clasping a poor little babe to her breast, there at the topmost window. “Fleaven help her!” groaned the young man, aloud. . “Somebody else has to take a hand in that game — or she and the baby go under!” cried the fireman. “A ladder there, boys, for Sammy Glenn of old Twenty-two—a ladder, boys, and I’ll save the bit o’ muslin up there yet!” . The shout of Sammy Glenn was heard, and rash, almost hopeless though the trial seemed, ladders were wrenched away from the truck, and in an- (eco) m comicbooks