“Yes, indeed he did,” cried Lucy eagerly. “He used to speak often of my grandparents and the old house, and he hoped I’d come East sometime and see the place where he had lived as a boy. As he grew older and was sick, I think his early home came to mean more to him than any other spot on earth.”
“Queer how it often takes folks to their dyin’ day to get any sense,” declared Ellen 60 caustically. “Where’d your father pick up your mother, anyway?”
Lucy did not answer.
“I mean where did he get acquainted with her?” amended Ellen hastily.
“You never heard the story?”
“No.”
“Oh, it was the sweetest thing,” began Lucy enthusiastically. “You see, Grandfather Duquesne owned a coal mine up in the mountains, and Dad worked for him. One day one of the cages used in going down into the mine got out of order, and Grandfather gave orders that it was to be fixed right away lest some accident occur and the men be injured. But through a misunderstanding the work was not done, and the next day the cage dropped and killed nine of the miners. Of course the men blamed poor Grandfather for the tragedy, and they marched to his house, intending to drag him out and lynch him. Dad knew the truth, however, and he rushed to the place and held the mob back with his pistol until he could tell them the real facts. At first they were so angry they refused to listen, but by and by they did, and instead of killing Grandfather they went and found the engineers who were to blame.” 61
Ellen waited.
“What did they do to them?” she demanded at last.
“Oh, they hung them instead of Grandfather,” answered Lucy simply.