the chains to which the weights were attached, and whose pivots sometimes needed lubrication by the care taker.
As a chain is no stronger than its weakest link, the fact of that enormous weight hanging over his head as he turned the crank numerous times in the weekly winding was far from assuring.
But care takers came and went, and so did the worshipers pass in and out for thirty-two years. Like the cathedral lamps of Pisa they swung to and fro in that Medford tower, but there was no Medford Galileo watching their oscillations, for few ever saw them or sensed the overhanging danger.
But the end came on Saturday evening, August 19, 1905, when Medford had all at once three incendiary fires.
That in this church spread so rapidly that practically nothing could be removed from it. The tall tower formed a flue up which the flames sped to attack the lofty spire.
No set piece of pyrotechnic display was so destructively gorgeous as that presented to our vision when we arrived and found