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BERT MEADE'S FRIENDS LOSE TRACK OF HIM WHEN HE GOES WEST, CHANGES HIS IDENTITY AND GETS A JOB. BUT THEY SET OUT TO PROVE HIM BLAMELESS OF THE BRIDGE DISASTER Bertram Meade. Sr., plans an international bridge for the Martlet Construction company. His son,Bertram Meade, Jr„ resident engi neer at the bridge site, and Helen Illingworth, daughter of Colonel Illingworth, head of the Martlet company, are engaged to marry when the bridge is completed. Young Meade had questioned his father s calculations but was laughed at. The bridge collapses with lfiO workmen. Meade, Sr., drops dead after writing a letter for the public, taking nil blame for the accident. This letter is hidden by Khurtiffe. a faithful old secretary. Young Meade takes all blame to protect Ids father’s professional honor, brenks the engagement with Helen and disappears. CHAPTER XI—Continued. Again tlie train was delayed and fid up for half an hour just as it •arfeed the Mississippi river. He left s seat in the dining ear. his dinner ■eaten on the table, to go out and in iect the bridge during the half-liour tat the “limited” lay idle. The next ijr some enormous irrigation works i western Nebraska so engrossed his tention and amused his interest that i spite of himself he stopped over •tween trains to see them. And these ■tioas were typical. Yet after every oue of these excur ons back into his own field, his con lcnce smote him. Was he never to ■t away from this engineering? Was iere nothing else for him but brick id stone, steel and concrete, designs id plans and undertaking and nccotn ishim-nt in the world? Because it as the thing that he must abandon id put out of his mind, engineering ■emed the only tiling lie cared for. here would he no engineering on that inch on the slopes of tlie range. He Slid settle the question there. Winters was glad to see him. He and uduey and Meade had lieen the wnrin • of friends. Of course Meade could »t tell itodney the truth on account his Dewspuper connections, hut he •cided finally that be could and would U Winters under assurance of abso te secrecy. For one thing the big ttJenin n had bluntly refused to credit s friend's first statements; and, when • at last heard the truth, he blamed in roundly while lie appreciated fully e nobleness of his self sacrifice. The •ar-headed. practical Winters put it U way: Meade was capable of do ff splendid service to Immunity as an ifflneer and bade fair to be even eater than his father, yet for the ke of the fame of a dead man. to iom ufter all it would matter little, • had thrown away that splendid op ■rtunlty! This was a new thought to Meade d a disturbing one. I'nfortunately. even Winters was forced to ac lowbslge. the suggestion came too t*. The course had I teen entered up u It would be cowardly to try to ange it now. Indeed it would have en Impossible with the disuppear ce of the written protests and notes, en If Shurtliff hud been willing, no a would have believed a delayed re iction and explanation, and Shurtliff mid not have l*ecti willing Meade L|J knew. Neither for that matter A Meade himself. He was glad that • affair bad been settled and would ,t change it even now though Win (•»' rough-and-ready presentation of t situation disquieted him. wiDirrs, au» uun ^iruu/ u»ri* •ought and unstrung his friend was, stented himself with the assertion. I did not press the point or argue it th him. He rest«sl quietly confident ut matters would right themselves rm- way in the long run. He treated .wde exactly right. He left him to • own devices. He did not force his ^nitany ut">u him. Sometimes the en icer would mount a horse—and all (the ranch were at his disposal—and puid ride away Into the woods and •uitalns with a camping outfit. Some * he would be gone for several p coining hack white and haggard d < x!-austed hut victor in some hard ttle fought out alone. >ne day there came to the ranch a ter to Winters from Rodney, full of endly chat and pleasant remini -nce. Meade has disappeared absolutely,” Oti- Ho ’• v In clo-lng. “Even Miss ngworth. ••• whom he was reported (ag<-<i and ni<*>u whom I have called -asionally. says she d'»‘s not know whereabouts, Of course you saw the pu|»*rs his connection with the jfedy and failure of the Internntlon ■ Although his frank statement was -roborated by thtit of the older •ade's private secretary, I have never ■n aide to believe it. neither does ss Illingworth. I know Itert, and so 2* she. We can't accept even his n testimony. We have been work ; together to establish the truth, but b very faint prospects of success so There's some tremendous mystery >ut it. I have thought that maybe ade might have come to yon. If he , show him this letter and hog him tell u* the exact truth at any rate.” Winters passed the letter over to ade without comment. The en eer read It with passionate eager m_ He was hungry for any news of len Illingworth. Rodney was call , „p»„ her. A sharp pang of Jealousy it through him at that, although U“ rw there wn* no reason. Dear old dney1 He could see his grave face, disapproving manner, his air of un lef a* be bad taken dow n Meude s rd* ta the office that tmgic day. >f course. Helen Illingworth was not *6 he was. She mingled In ■iety. ‘!r* took up life with its de mands. Slip entered into its pleasures and fulfilled its duties. He was jea lous of everyone who might come in contact with her, but he knew the names of none except Rodney. And they were suspicious of his i avowal! That was balm to his soul, ! Of course Helen Illingworth was sus i pi clous, but why should Rodney doubt his assumption of the blame? And | they were working to establish his in nocence. The thought disquieted him lest they should discover the truth in some way. And it gave him joy also. They would work despite any remons trance from him. He thought of that protest to his father always with un ! easiness. If'he could only have found j it and destroyed it himself he would , have been happier. Could it be in ex 1 istence somewhere? Would it turn up? Would they unearth it? Well, he had 1 done his best for his father, yet he was glad those two disbelieved and were working for him. Meade had been the most brilliant, Winters the most indifferent, Rodney the most persevering, of the trio at col lege. He remembered that well. His first thought was to forbid Rodney to do anything further, although how far his friend would respect his wishes he could not tell. Anyway, he did not have to decide that matter, because he 1 could not say a word to him. To Winters Passed the Letter Over to Meade Without Comment. have allowed Winters to write would have betrayed his whereabouts. He was living with Winters under an as sumed name of course. He had had his hair cut differently and had grown a beard and mustache. He thought it would have taken a keen eye indeed to have recognized him with these changes. In the end he handed the letter hack ! to Winters, only charging him that if he wrote to Hodney he must not betray the fact that Meade was with him. He had plenty of time to think over the situation. He decided finally that so long us he had been born tin engineer and trained and educated as an en gineer lie would have to be until the end of the chapter. He would go out anil seek work, not sucli work as his abilt.'y and experience, but under some 1 assumed name he would begin at the very beginning, at the foot of the lad der as a rodman, if lie could; and tlieii lie would work on quietly, faith fully, obscurely, praying for bis chance, if it came he would strive to be equal to the opportunity; if it did not at least be would he engaged In honest work in an honest way. It was a very bumble program, not :it ail promising or heroic or romantifl Just a beginning. He would work on and wait. They say that all things come to him who waits. That is only half true. Some things come to him who waits sometimes. That is more nearly accurate. Well, he could think of no better plan. So he bnde Win ters good-by, swearing him again tc secrecy until he should lift the ban against speech, and rode away. When he got to the little village on the Picket Wire below the dam he stop|H*d a long time gazing at the long bridge, or viaduct, of steel that was re placing the old wooden trestle and carrying the railroad from the hills to the eastward over the river. It was not such an undertaking as the lost International, still it was In teresting engineering construction. II was work that would be intensely con ' genial, to which he was drawn almost irresistibly, yet he managed to hold himself aloof. The Martlet people were building this ste'el bridge and they had just finished the arch up under the mesa. A well-known construction coni pany was building the great earth dan across the Picket Wire in the valley. Meade’s engineering life had beer ! spent mainly out of the United States. He had never been connected with the l Martlet and its employees until he hnd been associated with his father on the International. He could have gone among them with little danger of im mediate discovery, siuce most of the men he had known had gone down with the bridge, but he decided not to do j so. Tlie work on the dam would be simpler and he would have less oppor tunity to betray himself and It would give him more chance to work up In a plausible and reasonable way. Besides, if Colonel Illingworth came ou to in spect the bridge, as he would probably do, Meade would have to leave before his arrival. The dam would be safer. Xo one would ever think of looking for him there. And no one would ever recognize in the rough-bearded work man the clear-cut, smooth-faced young engineer of other days. The dam was twenty miles up the valley. Yes, he would be less apt to be observed working there than on the bridge. Yet as he recalled that pri vate car and that it might come there, he realized that she might be on it. His heart leaped even as it had leaped at the sight of the viaduct then build ing, as it had quivered to the familiar rat-tat-tat of the pneumatic riveters and the clang and the clash of the structural steel. But what was the use? He would not dare trust himself to look at her even from a distance. Xo, it was the dam that best suited his purimse, so he turned away from the bridge and rode up the valley. There he was fortunate in falling into a po sition, as has been set forth. CHAPTER XII. Marshaling the Evidence. For all her sweetness and light, j Helen Illingworth was dowered with intense energy and a powerful will. What she began she finished, and she was not deterred from beginning things by fears of consequences. She was eon J vinced that Meade had not told the truth In that famous declaration in his father’s office. She respected him for his desire to shield his father’s name and fame even at the expense of his veracity, albeit she would not have been a woman If she had not resented the fact that in so doing he had sacri ficed her happiness as well as his own. The question whether Meade, Jr., was the more responsible or even re sponsible at all was more or less j academic to Colonel Illingworth. He would have had nothing further to do with either of them if both were living, and certainly not with the younger sur vivor. He tried to believe that if It had come to a final choice the daugh ter, in spite of the fact that such is the habit of women in the experience of life, would not have given up age 1 and her father for youth and her lover. Iudeed she was too genuinely devoted to her father to do that except as a hist resort. She cherished the hope first, that Meade could re-establish himself—she I had too sweeping a confidence in his j character and capacity to doubt that— and’second, that it could be shown that he had not been responsible for the failure of the bridge. She was more and more convinced that his as sumption of the blame had been dic tated by the highest of motives and instead of being a fit subject for cen sure and condemnation, he merited ad miration and applause. She hoped with her woman’s wit to prove this event ually, perhaps in spite of her lover, and to this end she applied herself as siduously to solve the problem. To her, at her request, came Rod ney. Now the reporters had dealt very gently with Helen Illingworth. They had made no announcement of the en gagement or of its breaking at her fa ther's earnest request. There was no necessity of bringing her into the bridge story, although it would have added a dramatic touch to their nar , rntives. Her inclination had been to ! avow it. But upon reflection she saw it would have annoyed her father be yond expression, it would not have helped Meade any and it might ham per her in her work. She realized that she had Rodney to thank for this omission and after she had time to col lect herself she asked him to call upon her. He was very glad to come. “I sent for you, Mr. Rodney, on ac count of Mr. Bertram Meade,” she be gan, after thanking him for his cour tesy toward her the day the older Meade died and thereafter. “I want you to help me.” “I shall he delighted to do so for your own sake. I know how deeply interested you are in Meade’s rehabili tation.” “Mr. Itodney,” returned the woman, flushing a little, “you know of course that we were engaged. He considers the engagement broken.” “I suppose so. That would be like him,” said Rodney gravely. “Indeed ns a man of honor he could do no less.” “You are all alike,” said the wom an a little bitterly. “Your notions are supreme. You may sacrifice love and your best friend so long as you pre serve those notions of honor intact.” “And yet If we weren’t honorable men you wouldn’t care for us at all.” “Yes, I suppose that's it. Well, I do care very much, as you understand. I may as well be frank with you. My father, of course, is bitterly antagonis tic to Mr. Meade. He won’t even nl low his name to be mentioned." “One can hardly blame him for that, j Miss Illingworth. The failure of the bridge seriously embarrassed the Mart let, Bridge company, and it Is a great handicap for them to overcome in seek ing any further contracts.” “But I did not summon you here to discuss the affairs of the Martlet j Bridge company,” said Helen, “inter i esting though they may be, but to see ■ if by working together there was not some way by which we could prove that Bertram Meade has assumed the blame to save the honor and fame of his father.” “You believe that. Miss Illingworth?” “I am sure of it.” “So am I.” said Rodney quickly. “Thank God,” cried the girl a little hysterically, surprised and almost swept off her feet by this prompt avowal by one who, though young, was already an authority in the literature of engineering. “Why do you say that? What evidence have you?” “Unfortunately,” answered Rodney, “I haven’t any tangible evidence what ever, but I know Bert Meade ns few people know him, Miss Illingworth, perhaps not even you,” he went on, in spite of her unspoken, but vigorous protest at thnt last statement, as she shook her head and smiled at him. “And there are several little circum stances that make me feel that he could not have been to blame. Have you any ground for your conviction?” “Probably even less than you have and yet I, too, know him.” Helen Il lingworth looked into the plain, home ly, but strong, reliable face of the man and dismissed any thought of re j serve from her mind. “Let us place,” she began, “the little circumstances upon which our intui tions are based. If intuitions are ever based on anything tangible, together. Perhaps the sum of them may yield something.” .ine suggestion is admirable,” as serted Uoduey, "and as I knew him first and longest I will begin. Perhaps ; it would be well, too, to take notes so 1 that we may consider them at leisure, getting an eye view as well as an ear view of them.” “Now, in the first place,” he began, writing and speaking at the same time, “point one is Meade’s absolutely un bounded devotion to his father. The old man was not always right. The boy was as clear as a bell on most things, but I recall that be would main tain his father’s propnsu.ons tena ciously, determinedly, long after every body, perhaps even the old man him self, had been convinced of their fal lacy. Engineering is in Meade’s blood. He is the fifth of his family to gradu ate at Harvard and three of his for bears were engineers, his grandfather noted and his father world-famous. He fairly idolized his father. The affec tion between them was delightful. The king could do no wrong. Meade was quick-tempered and not very receptive to criticism, but he would take the se verest stricture from the old man with out a murmur." “Here we have,” said the woman, who had listened with strained atten tion, “an early devotion to a person and an unbounded respect for his at tainments. Go on.” “The next point is. Mende was in ordinately proud of his family reputa tion, especially in the engineering field. Of the two of the line who were not engineers, one was a soldier and a distinguished one, but his career had little interest for Mende. I have heard him say that there had been a steady, upward movement in his family, thnt had reached its culmination in his fa ther. He hoped to be a good, useful engineer, but he never dreamed of go ing any higher or even approaching the altitude of the other man." “It was a sort of fetish with him then, wasn’t it?” asked the woman as Rodney stopped again. “You have hit It exactly. His love for the man, his admiration for the engineer, which sometimes blinded him, and his pride in his father’s career ns typifying his family, was un bounded.” “Y’ou have established a motive for any sacrifice; love, respect, pride!” “That’s the way it presents itself to me. Miss Illingworth. I know thor oughly the quixotic, Impulsive, self sacrificing nature of the man. I know “The King Could Do No Wrong.” that he would have done anything on earth to save his father, even at the sacrifice of his o, a career, and since I have seen you I can realize how pow erful these motives must have been.” Rodney said this quite simply, as if It were a matter of course, rather than a compliment, and bluntly as he might have said it to a friend and comrade, and Helen Illingworth understood and was grateful. "It has been a grief to me that I weighed so little In comparison,” she said simply. “I shouldn’t put it that way exact ly,” observed Rodney carefully. “You see even if it could be shown that it was the old man’s fault entirely the young one would still have to share some of the blame.” “You mean lie should have foreseen it and pointed it out?” “I think he did, but if he did fore see it and point it out, he should not have allowed the older man to overawe him or force him to accept what he be lieved to be structurally unsound. I don't know whether he reasoned it out. I don’t think he had time to argue the case, the shock was so swift and sud den, but as soon as he did see the situ ation he discovered that you were lost anyway, except of the charity of your affection, which he could not accept, and that he could save his father. This may all be the wildest speculation, but this is the way it presents itself to me.” “And to me,” said Helen, “but before we go any further, let me say I should rather be his wife than enjoy any other fortune.” “That is the kind of affection his qualities merit and would evoke in the mind of a discerning woman.” “Thank you. Will you go on, now?” “Of course you know that what we have said is not evidence. It is all as sumption, perhaps presumption.” “It's as true as gospel,” said the girl earnestly. “To you and to me, yes. Well,” he continued, “I remember that Meade and I were talking just before he went to Burma three years ago about a new book by a German named Sclimidt Chenmitz, in which certain methods of calculations were proposed for the de sign of lacings. You know it was the lacings of one of the compression members of the cantilever that gave way.” “Well Meade and I got into a hot dis cussion over some of Schmidt-Chem nitz’s formulas. I maintained that they were wrong. He took the opposite view. He was right. He was so in terested in the matter that after we separated he wrote me a letter about it, adding some new arguments to re enforce his contention. The other day I made a careful search among my pa pers and by happy chance I found the letter. I was half-convinced by his reasoning then, although the matter was dropped. I am altogether con vinced now. His argument is very clear. I have examined since then the plan and sketches for that bridge. The calculations did not agree with those of Schmidt-Chemnitz. His methods were not used. Meade could not have forgotten the matter. I am morally certain that he made a protest to his father, probably in writing, then al lowed himself to be persuaded by his father’s reasoning. As a matter of fact, I suppose that Bertram Meade, Sr., was a greater authority on steel bridge designing than even Schmidt Chemnitz. Well, sometimes, the small er man is right. We know’ now’, and Bertram Meade, Sr., would admit it if he were alive, that Schmidt-Chemnitz was right, and we can make a good guess that young Meade did not let it pass without a protest.” “Mr. Rodney, it’s wonderful.” “Well, that's not all. There was not a little bit of hesitation in Meade’s assumption of the blame, not a person who heard it doubted it, apparently But I was the first man to see the older Meade except his son and Shurtliff.” “Oh, Shurtliff!" “We’ll come to him presently. It was obvious that the older Meade had been writing. I don’t know whether the others noticed it, but it is my busi ness to take in even Inconsiderable de tails. The pen was still between his fingers. His hand was constricted and the pen had not dropped out—In fact. I myself took it out and laid it on the desk.” “His last conscious act was to write something, therefore?” “Yes; for confirmation I ascertained that there were ink-stains on his fin gers.” “What did he write and to whom?” “I don't know. I can only guess.” “What do you guess?” “The assumption of entire responsi bility and the exculpation of his son, probably to some paper.” “From the same motives that prompted Bert?” “No, because it was true. But that is only an assumption, although not al together without further evidence.” “And what is that?” asked the wom an eagerly. she had sat down opposite Rodney at the table and was leaning toward him. Her color came and went, her breathing was rapid and strained un der the wild beating of her heart. “The blotter on the desk. I exam ined it at my leisure. It had been used some time. I went over it with a magnifying gluss. Mende, Sr., had evi dently written a letter. I found the words ‘fault is mine.’ I hnve the blot ter in my desk. The word ‘fault’ is barely decipherable, ‘is’ can he made out with difficulty, but ‘mine’ is quite plain. I am familiar with the older Meade’s handwriting, and though this is weaker and feebler and more Irregu lar than was his custom—ordinarily he wrote a bold, free hand—this is un mistakably his. Of course no one can say that he wrote any letter. This is piling assumption upon assumption, and, furthermore, there is no evidence of any signature having been written beneath it.” “Is that all?” “There is one more bit of evidence. The sheet of paper on which the de sign computations for the compression chord members appear was not with the other plans and tracings of the bridge.” “How do you know?” “These plans were taken over by the Martlet company after Meade's death, and Mr. Culciss and I examined them. We found thnt sheet missing." “It’s wonderful!“ cried the girl, her eyes shining. “I was convinced be fore, but. if I had not been, you would have persuaded me beyond a doubt." “I have persuaded myself, too," said Rodney. “But-there is not a single thing here that would justify nny pub licity, even if we were prepared to go against Meade’s obvious desire. As I say, it is all assumption. No one could prove it.” “You are wrong,” said the girl “Shurtliff." “I wgudered if that would occur to you.” “Of course. You think thnt Meade Sr., wrote a letter assuming the blame because it was his. I have no doubt in the world now that Beitram Heade had made his protest in writing. Per haps he indorsed it on the missing sheet,” continued the woman, making bold and brilliant guesses. “Or maybe he wrote a letter that was attached to the sheet that we lack, and Mr. Meade got it out of the safe and wrote his letter and attached it witji Bertram’s protest to the missing draw ing and gave them to Shurtliff and told him to take them to the papers. Yoo know Shurtliff said that Meade de clared he would assume the blame and he told the reporters so. Shurtliff has. or he knows who has, the missing pa per.” “But what motive would the secre tary have for such concealment?” “He idolized the older Meade. Mr Curtiss told me about him. A failurt L/ t' - ■■ m The Woman Rose to Her Feet. himself when he was a young man Mr. Meade had faith in him and of fered to promote his engineering ef forts, but the man preferred to attach himself, personally, to Mr. Meade anc so he became his private secretary By his own showing he had been with the dead man on that afternoon. He has the papers.” The woman rose to her feet as she spoke with fine conviction. ——————————————— , Fate, it seems, has marked a strange pathway for young Meade to follow. Things begin to happen around him at his new job. There are interesting developments in the next in stallment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) MUST KEEP SUCCESS IN MIND *He Who Would Reach the Goal of Hie Desires Cannot Admit Possi bility of Defeat. i Success, to be achieved in reality ! must be mentally lived for months ) sometimes for years, before it arrives ! Napoleon, with his dreams of powel I and conquest, realized them more fullj than any other man. Jeanne d’Arc, with her dreams of freeing hei country and setting her king on hil rightful throne, accomplished her de sires through the very force and strength of her thoughts. To her II was the sole object of her life; hei mind knew of no other project but that which the spiritual voices had bidden her pursue. 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