Derrick Sterling: A Story of the MinesMunroe, Kirk
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Derrick Sterling: A Story of the Mines
Munroe, Kirk
Coal mines and mining -- Juvenile fiction
Although Paul thought this somewhat strange, he knew that the miners
frequently stayed down to do overwork, and was much relieved at such a
plausible explanation of his friend's non-appearance. On his way home he
stopped to tell Mrs. Sterling what he had heard. He found her very
anxious, and just about to go out and make inquiries concerning her boy.
The information that Paul brought relieved her mind somewhat, and
thanking him for it, she turned back into the house with a sigh, and
gave little Helen her supper, at the same time setting aside a liberal
portion for Derrick when he should come.
Until nearly ten o'clock she waited, frequently going to the door to
look and listen; then she could bear the suspense no longer. Throwing a
shawl over her head, and bidding Helen remain where she was for a few
minutes, the anxious mother started to go to the house of the mine boss
to gain certain information of her boy. As she opened her own front
door, something that she saw caused her to utter a cry and stand
trembling on the threshold.
CHAPTER VI
THE SECRET MEETING--A PLUNGE DOWN AN AIR-SHAFT
What Mrs. Sterling saw was her own son Derrick, who was just about to
enter the house. As the light from behind her shone full upon him, he
presented a sorry spectacle, and one well calculated to draw forth an
exclamation from an anxious mother. Hatless and coatless, his face
bruised, swollen, and so covered with blood and coal-dust that its
features were almost unrecognizable, he could not well have presented a
more striking contrast to the clean, cheerful lad whom she had sent down
into the mine with a kiss and a blessing that very morning.
"Why, Derrick!" she exclaimed, the moment she made sure that it was
really he. "What has happened to you? has there been an accident? They
said you were kept down for overwork. Tell me the worst at once, dear!
Are you badly hurt?"
"No, indeed, mother," answered the boy in as cheerful a tone as he could
command. "I am not much hurt, only bruised and banged a little by a
blast that I carelessly stayed too close to. A little hot water and soap
will put me all right again after I've had some supper; but, if you love
me, mother, give me something to eat quickly, for I'm most starved."
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