Mrs. Kansas to drive her over) caused 
me to remember that the parlour fire at 
the Cartersville Hotel must be very 
comfortable, and that it was a mile and 
a half of tiresome snow away. 
Evidently the wives of my husband’s 
partners had disagreed on the way, 
for the air was electric as they greeted 
me, and to avoid another téte-a-téte 
they at once turned to accompany me 
out of the tunnel. I was the last. 
The scene was now properly set for 
a mining accident, so there was nothing 
for a self respecting tunnel to do but to 
act accordingly, which it did. Just as 
the fat woman and the lean woman 
passed into the open air, and I was 
nearly at the mouth of the tunnel, it 
caused its roof to cave in so close 
behind me that, had I not instinctively 
tushed out, some of the flying stones, 
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