Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . thought of her lover and his companions not onlybeing estranged from her, but her coffers being sadly lynx-eyed by jealous fears and misgivings, she began tolook around her rather sharply for means whereby she might remedythe evil. With a disposition fiery and vindictive, the beautiful sirenwas not a woman calculated to lead back her truants to their alle-giance. That her course was a terrible one the sequel will show. One morning the Professors Tom and Joe were discussingsome new
Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . thought of her lover and his companions not onlybeing estranged from her, but her coffers being sadly lynx-eyed by jealous fears and misgivings, she began tolook around her rather sharply for means whereby she might remedythe evil. With a disposition fiery and vindictive, the beautiful sirenwas not a woman calculated to lead back her truants to their alle-giance. That her course was a terrible one the sequel will show. One morning the Professors Tom and Joe were discussingsome new plans as regards their already prosperous combination,when Joe suddenly ceased talking and remarked to his partner: There he is again. The first time I saw him was at the secondburning of the old National Theater in New York, in May, next time I saw him was at the bar of the gin-palace on thecorner below our museum. This is the third time, and on everyoccasion he has been differently disguised. Now he appears like arespectable tradesman of a serious turn. I should like to know who. 70 Reminiscences of the Old Fire Laddies. and what he is. That face is certainly a study. Eyes small, cunning,and restless ; lips thin, hard, crafty, and cruel; hair rusty red ; com-plexion fishy. And there is a mark of an old scar or gash on hisleft cheek. That scar awakens old memories, Tom. You rememberthe old National was burned by incendiaries, though at the time thefact was not fully known. Just before the fire burst through thebox-doors, and within fifteen minutes of its discovery, I saw it break-ing through the back of the theater, and simultaneously I saw a manrush suddenly for the door near where I was standing. I attemptedto stop his passage, when he flourished a knife in a threateningmanner, and swinging my trumpet I dealt the fellow a blow acrossthe left cheek. I saw the blood spurt and the fellow stagger againstthe wall, when a volume of smoke filled the passage-way where Iwas
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