MATTIE MAKES GOOD
After Camp had broken up, Mattie Hastings, who was now associated with a
Woman’s Exchange in Columbus, started one afternoon to call for Patty
Sands. It was Saturday and the Exchange closed early. Mattie was doing
well. She received a good salary and her heart was light. Her sister was
beginning to walk. The doctors considered that next year she could
discard her brace. The child was not only attending school but she was
learning many useful things and Mattie was happy. Her mother had
entirely given up the drug habit; her father was with Judge Sands and
everything seemed as though it had come straight like a fairy story.
This lovely autumn afternoon they were going to Sallie Davis’s to look
at a wonderful centerpiece done by her mother. Mattie, whose fingers
were extremely clever, had offered to do the work of copying it, while
Patty was to pay for the silks, linen, etc. Then, jointly, they were to
give it to Miss Kate for an engagement present. In case the servant
should be out Sallie had given Patty her latch key.
“This is Sophronia’s day out, and mother is going to a bridge party. I
have an engagement, so here’s the key. When you leave the flat, put it
on the hall stand. Sophronia and mother will be back before I am, and
they will let me in. I’ll leave the centerpiece on the piano.”
The apartment was on the seventh story and commanded a wonderful view of
the city. After looking at the centerpiece and studying the different
stitches the girls went to a window and looked out.
“Have you put the key on the hall stand?” asked Mattie.
“Yes,” replied Patty. “I put it there when I first came in.”
Suddenly Mattie exclaimed:
“I smell smoke.”
They looked around. The odor was plainly perceptible.
“Let’s go into the kitchen,” said Patty.
Together they ran through the pantry and opened the kitchen door. The
smoke was very thick.
“Why, Mattie, the house is afire!” said Patty Sands, “Let’s get out
quickly.”
They opened the hall door, closing it tightly after them. They had far
better have stayed in the apartment and have descended by the fire
escape, but they thought of it too late. The hall door had locked behind
them. The outer halls were black with smoke. People were rushing wildly
up and down. The entrance leading to the roof was locked. The elevator
boy called “last trip,” and opened the iron doors. Frightened women and
little children crowded in with servants and elderly people.
“Room for one more,” yelled the boy, “quick, for God’s sake!”
“You go, Mattie,” said Patty.
“You go.” Then Mattie Hastings lifted Patty Sands up bodily and fairly
threw her into the crowded elevator.
“If the cable holds I’ll come back, Miss,” cried the boy half choked
with smoke.
Through the smoke Mattie peered at the cable. Through the shaft she saw
the angry flames shooting upward. The sparks were flying. The elevator
had made its last trip and she realized it. She turned to the hall
window and looked down upon the crowd. A ladder was raised. Someone had
seen her.
“Thank God!” she said, “I may yet be saved.”
The smoke was now black and the flames came nearer and nearer to the
brave girl, who so unselfishly had given her place to her friend. She
leaned out of the window. She watched the fireman ascending. Then she
knew no more but fell back into the flames unconscious.
“I’ve got her,” said the fireman, “but I guess she’s gone. No one could
live in the smoke up there. She’s badly burned, too, poor girl—her back
and arms. Lift her carefully, boys.”
Patty rushed forward. “She has given her life for me,” she shrieked.
“Mattie, Mattie dear! don’t you hear me? Speak—oh! speak to Patty.”
The dying girl opened her eyes and half smiled. Patty knelt beside her
and put her ear close to Mattie’s mouth.
“Patty,” she whispered, “tell Ethel that I made good.”
Then she closed them wearily and the brave soul of Mattie Hastings
passed on.
It took Patty Sands many years to recover from the shock of her friend’s
death. She was too ill to even know when the funeral took place. She had
told her father and Kate of Mattie’s last words. Ethel Hollister sent a
telegram requesting that Mattie’s funeral might be postponed until she
arrived. The Camp Fire girls were the pallbearers.
Fortunately the cruel flames had left Mattie’s face untouched and she
looked lovely. The church was crowded to overflowing, as well as the
street. The text of the sermon was:
“Greater love hath no man than he who lays down his life for a friend.”
Mattie had “given service” as well as laying down her life for a friend,
and the whole town marvelled at her bravery.
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