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Show HiS H EAD VVA3 SOFT. And So the ISrautittil toil's Vita V.us Mirueulously Stticil. Tar above the excited crowd a young woman clnii;;'. treinblinjT- to a window-sill. window-sill. Kcautifiil she was. even in the habiliments of midnight, says the Xcw j York World. The l'ames rolled on. Ominous vol- j times of snio'ce belched from the windows win-dows about and, clhubin;j up the walls of the doomed structure, darkened the heavens above. Still the youna" woman maintained her pa-asp and buns' suspended five htm- . divd feet in midair. "Help! Help'.'' she cried at last. lint, thouirh the street below was thronged with firemen who wore medals med-als for bravery, not one moved towards the pirl. Such an act would have been suicidal. "What sh.all 1 do." ag'ani shrielceo the girl, as the forked flames licked the coping just above her head. "Hold on! Don't jump! Wait awhile!" cried a thousand voices from the street. It was then that a young mar. was seen pushing' his way through the crowd. lie wore a small, dark mustache mus-tache and seemed scarcely more than a stripling. In his teeth he clinched a cigarette. When he had reached a position directly di-rectly under the young woman he exclaimed: ex-claimed: j "Let go your hold and drop!" She obeved his command and the crowd stood nwesf ricken. Like a comet she shot earthward. Landing riireeLly upon the young man's head, she rebounded several feet into the crowd and was caught by a policeman. "Are you hurt?" inquired the young man, anxiously. "Not one bit," she replied. "Ha, ha!" he ejaculated; "I was always al-ways famous for having anything but a hard head." And the crowd cheered him to the echo. " i |