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AUTHOR. OF "WHISPERING
SMITH," "THE MOUNTAIN
DIVIDE," "STRATEGY OF
GREAT RAILROADS," ETC,
COPYWOHT, 1 91 S. IY RANK H. SPEARMAN.
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CHAPTER I.
In the mldmornlng quiet, the bathing
beach end the ocean reflected only the
brightn of the Inviting am. But a
little war bark from the gllsfenlng sand
and converging through a small park to
ward a suburban atatlon the streets of
the sessids resort were alive with men
and women, hurrrlng to the city for the
grind of the day. Motor care, too. glid
ing noiselessly along the boulevards, drew
up In turn before the etatlon and dis
charged their passengers. From one of
three a mldtlte-sged. military looking
man. General Holmes, an ex-army officer
and a railroad man, alighted on the
platform. A governess end pretty girl.
Helen Jneral Holmes' only child had
accompanied him to the treln. and when
he turned to the open tonneeu to any
goodbye. Helen sprang Impulelrely half
way Into hla arm. Hie train pulled In
aa he quite almply but affectionately
kleeed tils child and boarded the nearest
car.
Helen, promised a morning In the park,
left tha motor car with her governess
the moment they crossed a smell scenic
railroad running back of the beaoh. flhe
already had her eye on what she wanted
to play with. A contented dog, at near
with the world and aunnlng himself on a
grassy elope, had riveted her alert eye;
Helen advanced Joyously to gt ac
quainted. Tha dog aeemed not averse to
a "passive friendship, but the little msld,
alttlng down, sought something more,
and by pulling hard and with confidence
at hla neck, aeon had hla unpromising
head after a fashion, at least In her
diminutive, lap.
Tha strain on hla sensibilities appeared
mora than her amiable and care-free
friend could stand. After submitting for
a time he rolled over, Jumped up and
trotted briskly away for a new seclusion
and a new peaca. Helen, undaunted, fol
lowed. Her governess, engaged with tha
chauffeur, saw nothing of this part ot
tha Incident. But a moment later the
few spectators In tha scenic railroad
square, waiting to board one of tha
miniature tralna, saw a protesting dog
trotting rapidly away from . a curly
haired girl, who briskly and relentlessly
followed. .
A newapboy, relating against con
venient lamp post after the morning
ruah, watched the pursuit for a moment
with languid Interest, then turned to look
t an approaching train on the scnli
road. He aeemed no more than half
aweke, Hla wlte. In trvth. were wool
gathering. TJverv morning found ' him
absorbed greatly fh tha mvsterlcs of the
miniature engine that pulled the scenic
railroad train. He had long since become
fast friends with the engineer and at
night he had dreams of greater engines
Indeed, of greater things.
A about, then a chortle of cries aroused
Mm from Ms reverie. The puffing train
was pulling swiftly toward " the open
square. Tha unhappy dog, casting re
proachful glances over hla shoulder at
his pi tiles friend, was gallnnlng uncer
tainly, but d'rectly down the narrow
track toward tha oncoming train. Ho! en.
seeing or ,red'"g rmth'ng of tva rsln a"
filed only on her chase, ran after at too
peed. A doaen people saw her- danger
as tha train rounded the curve hist In
front of her only one of them made a
move. Dropping hla unsolda, the day
dreaming newsboy, waking sharply, ran
headlong after the heedless girl.
It was nona too soon. The dog, dis
mayed alike by tha cries and a second
pursuit sprang, almost In the teeth of
tha engine pilot, right serosa the track.
Helen fast on hia heela was ready to
Jump after, but It would have been pretty
certainly a Jump to her death. Tha news
boy caught her arm and whirled her
from tha engine Just aa It ahot past with
tha brakes screeching on tha driver.
Helen sprawled headlong bealda tha
track, and tha boy. unbalanced, rolled on
tha gravel near her.
Ba was oa his foot In trie, standing
over Helen. Bhe was frightened and
breathless, and without speaking he knelt
by her. Her eves began to fill with big
tears. She sat confusedly up as her com
panion brushed tha granite dust from her
pique skirt and with a coarse handker
chief began wiping tha blood from a cut
on one of her pink knees. Her rescuer
made title of tha accident. Ha told her
not to cry. Ha oven brushed tha round
wars from fcer cheeks-Helen Uked him
"What U your name, little boyT" aha
raiterea in a would-be commanding tone.
no coy," relumed Lar res.
euer gruffly. "What ara you. thanf aha
demanded gravely.
Tra a big boy. My name Is George
eiorm, i m named after my father. He
- engineer, jay father got
in. who's your father?"
"Where did that dog gof quivered
Helen, not answering.
"Gael I didn't see. You pretty near
got Kinea. That dog wasn't any good."
-cisreq mo ooy scornfully. "Borne
day " ha stopped tho blood oil her knee
ones more with hie handkerchief and
then added firmly: "I am cuing to drive
a big engine sometime myself, like my
A frantic governess, followed by an
open-mouthed chauffeur, came running
lnl" moment toward them. The woman,
with a shower of reproaches, caught
"cren UP n ner arms. Passenger told
the story. The chauffeur patted George
on the back aa tha governess tried to
hurry Helen away.
The child parted reluctantly from her
new-found friend. "Are you going to be
a really-truly engineer and all smokyed
up . ana asked.
George faced her unabashed. "Tou bet
ter believe I am."
"I don't care." declared Helen, rulnlm
solemnly while tha governess tried to
nurrv ner away. -I won t ever forget
you-no matter what you are.
i j. neien titd lost none of the
charat-tertetic of ber ihildhood. They
were iiti a in oeepeit reserve, but they
were Jut as persistent. Restrained by
convention, she we still adventurous In
pirtt. aod her fathor'a on anxiety, old
oldler though he was, was that a plr
Ited horse or an ocean undertow would
snnie day b hie daughter's undoing
lit-neral Hoinws had but two Interests In
lif. his daughter and his rollroaiU he
i biiilJiej m.J an organiser of rail
"!(.i-t su.Ltig lirr father's frleniU, was
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1 They 84j-iikk1c1 w ith the nlky Brake. Yo u Ar Hart," Bhe Said.
Hinllfd, "to Hee a I'resUlent'g laughtcr So Very Clever."
Amos Rhlnelandor, a New York man of i
large mesne, and General Holmes, return-1
Ing on Helm's eighteenth birthday WHu )
Rhlnelander and Rhlnelunder's nehw
Robert Buagrue, himself a young and
ambitious railroad promoter from a trip
of inspection of the t'dewater terminals
of Holmes' road, was eagerly awaited by
hla daughter at their country home
among tha Pan rablo foothills. A mes
sage sent up to her from Plgnal, tho lub
urban station of the country seat, had
asked her to meet her father that dy on
No. JO, the -through eastern pnasenger
train.
The motor car had gone ahead and
Helen, taking Rocket, one of her favorite
hunting horses, rode down t her leisure
to the station.
While far from being a spoiled child,
Helen felt very much at home anywhere
on the Copper Range ft Tidewater rail
road. On the day that Helen cantered latlly
down through the foothills toward Signal,
long westbound freight train, after
climbing the grade east of a big hill
known on the division aa Blackbird pass.
reached the summit only to find Itself In
trouble. The air pump, after balking all
morning, had ' quit, and tha conductor
going forward found tho engineer, after
repeated efforts with tha big maohlne.
helple the airbrakes out of service.
Without losing much time, tho conductor
rigged up his emergency telephone and
asked for Instructions from the dis
patcher. The answer to his request was
ourt: "Bring In No. 115 by hand brakea."
Tho crew spread to their posts on the
decks, the lumbering string of heavily
laden ear were carefully started down
the hill, and tha long string began rapidly
to pick up speed.
It picked up. Indeed, too rapidly. The
crew vainly strove to hold back the un-
wlelJy train. Clubs In hand and with tho
brakes hard Jammed, they aaw their mon
ster reslstleasly getting away from them,
Tho conductor hurried forward, for a
conference, to the cab, and. comparing
watchea with tho engineer, looked serious
within twenty minute they would be
running on N. W time; they might even
meet It at the bottom of the hill before
they reached Signal.
The conductor acted quickly. Ticking
up a lump of coal ho scratched a message
on a white signal flag and wrapped It
around a wrench. Cedar Qrove station
- "ruiy m mue anead. Aa the engine
aasnea cy it, me conductor, In the rm.
way, hurled tha message through the of
flee window. Picking It up and hastily
reading the rough acrawL the startled
operator wired the t'dlngs Instantly to
i. noi atation. That atatlon
Signal.
In the bouncing engine cab there were
arve iace. what are you going to do?'
houud the engineer. Without hesita
nun me conductor cried: "Cut off k.
caboose. We can t top it-let the train
go: i no engineer agreed: "We've only
vi one me apieo. iso time to lose.
uorse:- be yelled to hla fireman
make for the caboose."
r i .
nrvman, pernaps the youngest
man in the two crews, without wnawer
lng. continued to hunt for a wrench.
"Wake up, George." shouted the con
ductor, "tome (mi"
Searching the tool box. the fireman
hook bis head. "What do you meauT"
demanded the engloeer. catching in
encltement at hi companion' arm
"aren't you coming V
Tha fireman did not hurry his answer.
"I'll stay here." he aald, turning simply.
"Stay here!" thundered the conductor
In surprise. "Are you erasy?" Ha caught
the f II film n ' rw Vt-- p.m I...
nv nun IUO
engineer talked to the obstinate fellow.
Tha two, who liked him, pulled the boy
toward the tender. 11 shook loose.
"Stay and be hanged," shouted the
conductor, with a fiery expletive. "Let
him alone," he cr'ed, angrily. "He"
dippy. Cornel" And with hla companions
hustling close after, he started over the
coal on the tender.
Tho train had attained a frightful pace.
Already glimpses of Its long, Curving
roll on tho distant hill might be seen
from the window of Signal ttatlon. where
tha disturbed operator had taken the
message of the runaway from Cedar
Qrove and was read'ng It to Helen
Holmes, breathless besides his table:
"Air brakes broken down. Running
away. Sidetrack No. W. No. 146."
It was the Import of tho last hentence
which for an Instant f rose her senses.
Her fatherl The passenger train facing
that runaway on the single track be
low BIgnal. More than once she had
heard her father declare that the stretch
between Signal and the next station.
Besman, .must be double-tracked only.
money was so hard to get. If the lack
of It should now coat him hla life, the
Uvea of perhaps half a hundred others 1
While aha was thinking, the operator
was working furiously at his key with
a message for Beaman station. His one
hope of avoiding the head-on collision
was to catch the passenger train at
Beaman.
"Stop No. Jo, Runaway cn main line."
He told Helen, closely watching his
nervous fingers, what he had sent. "I
should have an answer In a minute."
It came at once. The signal etatlon
operator first tried to write It, then
threw down his pen and repeated lta
words unsteadily to tho frightened girl.
"No. SO left on time. Between here and
the river." .
With wide-open eyes she looked la
tently toward the mountains. At the
moment the rolling hills now hid the
runaway, but the situation was charting
Itself like lightning. In her mind. Be
tween where she stood and where the
passenger train was coming the line
crossed San rablo river, a navigable
tidewater stream and a waterway that
fed a considerable traffic to the railroad.
Her father had put across the San Pablo
a huge Jackkntfe drawbridge the beat an
honest engineer and an honest railroad
directorate could build. Just over the
river from Bignal atatlon he had already
put In, aa a start toward double-tracking,
a long sidetrack. At Signal there was
no siding, nothing, la fact, but tha sta
tion building.
With everything of this speeding like
a film through her head, Helen was
dashing out of the office when the scream
of a whistle signal bore down on her
eare. Confused as she was. It meant
nothing to her. A chance, a hope, had
flashed across her mind and her resolve
had been takento reach the aiding
switch and sidetrack the fatal runaway
before It ahould strike and scatter to de
struction tho helpless passenger train.
. Rocket, without a thought other than
of alfalfa and undisturbed repose In his
drooping head, stood at hand In the sun
shine. To his aniaaement hla mistress,
running to him. headlong, vaulted upon
hla back. In her fear ahe cried to lilin.
The horse heard It aeemed as if hs un
derstood. Ha woke, quivering, at the Im
pact of her body. Whirling with hla
charge, at the touch of tha bridle rein,
so quick that he almost bolted from tin
der his mistress, who waa trying to seat
herself, tit brute galloped with Helen
dowa the main track toward the river
bridge.
She panted at great drafts of sunny
mountain air as Rocket's wiry legs
stretched and bounded under her. With
every stride her mind cleared. With this
her courage mounted. It was, after all.
no more than a smart dash for ber to
attain for everyone safety. The bridge
S Vcry Or(lfytag,, Ho
was a difficulty, but Rocket, who could
thread a lava bed without bruising a fet
lock or crosa a prairie-dog town at full
speed and hold hla mistress as steady
ss if she were sitting on a rocking horse,
waa not likely to balk at galloping over
mere ties besides, she would give him
his time. At the worst, any bridge, she
said to herself, must be reached before
It can be crossed, and her eyes were al
ready fixed hard on tho one she must
cross, when she thought she saw the
great Jackknlfe span moving mysteri
ously on Its balanced bed. Urging her
horse to his best, centering all of her
faculties on mastering the ticklish task
ahead, Holen's eyes set In a stare on the
Jackknlfe, to determine whether It was
moving or tricking her straining senses.
In almost an Instant her doubt was re
solved; to her consternation ahe aaw the
huge knife draw, moving unmistakably
upward. Her eyes sought the bridge
tower the bridge tender waa standing at
the open window. Her glance swept the
stretch of river; then she remembered.
then she understood, then she know, all
a river tug was bearing rapidly down
stream; she could see the pilot and the
captain In the wheelhouse; the bridge
was lifting for the boat's passage.
The balked girl drove her little spurs
Into Rocket. The horse sprang. Infuri
ated, to greater effort. If she could
make the draw In time she would Jump
It a slight rise nothing; should keep her
back.
Without swerving for an Instant from
her purpose; without shrinking from her
single alternative, and only praying for
time still to make good her endeavor,
Helen headed Rocket straight for the
open draw. His feet struck the pier. She
gave the horse his head. The wiry beaat
aaw what yawned below. He heard hla
mistress' quick word. As his feet touched
the brink of the abutment the horae
colled like a spring, and for an Instant
quivered. His mistress with a sharp cry
of command rose In her stirrups; then
munching himself and his burden, like
an arrow far out. the hunter spring with
Helen cloanly Into tha river. There was
a great aplaah and the parted waters
closed over their heada.
A pilot, captain and bridgetender stood
as men daaed, looking on. Tho river cap
tain, yelling the crew to quarters, hurried
forward to throw out . line aa aoon aa
the tug should come within reach of the
Imperiled girl. The bridgetender, in tho
window, glued to the scene, watched the
circling bubblea where horse and rder
had plunged down, waiting for them to
reappear. For an Interminable Instant
tha onlookers waited. It aeemed aa If
the two would never come up. Then a
girlish head of soaked curls rose among
the ripples, a young fsce emerged from
the troubled stream, and Helen, throwm
herself free from Rocket, shook ths water
from her eyea and nose with a swim
mer's quick certain puff and struck out
for shore. Rocket was not far away.
With a few powerful stroke his mistress
caught his mane and recovered him. The
tide, running heavily through the chan
nel, carried the two together below the
pier of the onpgMte bank. But Rocket,
scrambling In a moment from the water,
bore his chnrge unhurt up the steep bank,
and .under her urging ran up the track
to the tower.
The bridgetender, at the door, con
fronted her. The dripping girl, seated on
her quivering horse, told the astonished
man In a few word what had happened,
and aa ho whirled Into the tower agape
to loarr the draw Helen urged Rocket at
a run down the track. It seemed ss if
her ear bubbled and rang with the rum
ble of the two approaching trains, but
her brain had ceased to take note of any
thing beyond her on stubborn resolve to
reach the siding twitch she could see It
plainly ahead. The bridgetender was
hastily lowering the knife for the freight.
Determined, while In tho rlvlr, to leave
the bridge open and wreck tho freight,
Helen believed she could avoid even that,
and had given tho tender his orders ac
cordingly. The tug, which had been
whistling wildly, now heeled violently to
ward the wharf, where the captain, a
game sport, had resolved to make fast
and see the excitement out. With the
boat crew ashore and dashing across the
wharf to watch Helen, she crouched like
a Jockey over Rocket aa he crushed and
scattered the cinders under his flying
feet, and In what seemed another mo
mentso fast had she flown checking the
horse' cruelly, she threw her lines and
slid from his back bes do the sidetrack
switch.
Running to It, she grasped the lever
only to fined the switch locked.
Bhe could see smoke streaming from
the stack of the engine. Behind, ahe had
no need to look, the rumble of the head
end of the runaway was thundering on
the bridge. Desperation cleared her head.
She caught up a heavy stone from the
r'ght-of-way and pounded fiercely at the
witch lock. She struck at the stout bow
and hammered In a fury at the resist
ing cover.
No mechanism could stand such an as
ault for long. The ground under her
feet was vibrating with, the fearful pound
of tho great freight engine aa It dashed
With lta heavy drag over the closeby
rail Joints. She knew the reeling maeh'ne
must be almost on her and the thought
spurred her to unnatural strenght. The
lock gave way. The excited girl Jerked
the lever clear and threw the switch.
half fainting beside It as the monster
engine struck madly at the points. Then,
with a shock that tore the heavy road
bed and the roar almost of an earth
quake, engine, tender and train lurched
heavily Into the siding. Car after car
Jumped and pounded at the stubborn
rails. On and on they came, shaking
the solid earth under Helen as she
gasped. Birt the thundering. Jumping
wheels continued to pass the switch In
safety and the points held. The long
train made the siding to the very end
and Helen, almost - stunned, saw. In
something like a vision, the passenger
train, it brakea throwing streams of
fire from the grinding wheels, race past
her down tho main track toward tho
bridge.
The runaway freight was leas for
tunate. At the farther end of the side
track three box cars stood "Patiently
waiting for orders. They had been stand
Ing there unmolested for days; they had
tarried on moment too long. The run
away train with lta still obstinate fire
man, at tlmea on tha running board and
at tlmea In the cab, was heading vici
ously for them. Its speed wss much re
duced after reaching level grade. But the
fireman saw the game was clearly up.
He chose hla moment and Jumped, land
ing violently In the cinder ballast.
Braised and cut, he lay breathless, al
most Insensible. He heard confusedly
the terrific crash Into the Idle box cars
The first realisation that came to th
tunned boy waa of someone struggling
to help him away rrora the wreck aome
puny strength excertej to drag his heavy
body to greater safety. With a breath,
the first he had been able to draw, he
opened his eyes. A young woman was
bending over him.
He waa a forbidding sight Blood, dust
and gravel hung In half a dosen cuts
on his forehead hardly a feature of his
face, except his eyes, had escaped tho
smash of tho cinders. Someone 'with a
very little and very wet handkerchief
wiped his eyes and he could see more
clearly when he opened them again. Ha
could see the face bent over him and
two eyes fixed anxiously on his a girl's
face, strange and yet what could It be
of recollection that struggled through
his whirling senses?
Nor had Helen, aa ahe knelt and worked
over tha injured man, dreamed of aeelng
any face the had ever looked Into before.
Even had It been uninjured she would
hardly have recalled It under ordinary
coridftiona. But two people, a young
man. now, and a young woman, were
meeting under extraordinary circum
stance and their eyea were very close
together. The man caught at her hand
as It passed with the poor little stained
handkerchief across h's forehead, atop
ped It. and looked kneenly Into Helen
eye.
"I urely know you." he aald, not tak
ing his eyes from hers. I'neviual to re
leasing her law. she stared at him with
out apeaklng. ' Tin sure I know you."
be exclaimed, perplexed.
He rose of a sudden to his fet so
easily it surprised her. 'It waa the
beach," he went on. alowly. "You wore
hurt the miniature- railroad!"
She regarded him a moment In alienee.
Then she spoke: "Is It possible?" she
murmured. "You are?"
"I'm the little boy," he smiled grimly.
Tilt now, I've never seen the little girl
since."
A sense of confusion assailed her; she
wanted to escape his look. "You are
hurt," she said, dismissing with an ef
fort all consciousness of the'r strange
meeting.
A cry of recognition and anmiement cut
off their words. The passenger train had
backed down on the scene. Her father.
his friend Rhlnelander. young Seagrue.
the Plgnal station operstor, the tug cap
tain and the train pissengers crowded
the observation platform looking at her
and tt-e shaken-up fireman.
The flagman could hardly raise th
step-cover q'I'ck rnouirri . to reienB
Holmes nS that he mUht prt down to his
daughter. He knew nil tVie operator had
told the story. He caught his daughter
In his nrma wl'h a shower of misty re
proaches. "What!" ho cried. "Have you
lost your mind? Are ynu mnd? Helens
eyes fell before her father s anger. She
was a dutiful girl. "Whoa this boy?"
he demanded, pointing to the grimed and
disfigured fireman. "Whofs your name?"
'Storm. General H-lmes George Storm,
flremHn." responded the boy, unmoved.
"Wht were yon sticking like a leech
to a runaway engine for why didn't you
go bok with the rest of the crew?" de-
mnnded the head of the road severely.
Ftorm met the assault, calmly. "I
thought I might be able to get the air
pump going." he countered. .
'Did you do It?" asked Holmes, with
sarcasm.
I'd have done It If I'd had time," per
sisted the somewhat dismantled, fireman.
I guess " he added calmly, look'ng back
at the mess of cars, "I needed a couple
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"How many cylinder heads did you
blow out?" sputtered the general.
"I didn't have but two. and as they
really didn't belong to me, I blew out only
one. .The other side Is running fine yet,
I reckon."
Amos Rhlnelander took the scene In
with an abundance of satisfied humor.
He was a big, wholesome fellow. Be
side him stood Reagrua, silent and ob
servant. Both before and after her father
Introduced him, he ventured something of
a compliment tried, as It were, for a
moment, to take the stage and seemed to
await confidently an appreciation of hi
remark.
But Helen, whether confused by her
much-wllted plight, or engrossed by the
recollection of her adventure, could hardly
notice his effort to be agreeable. Storm
had gone to his engine. Her father waa
helping his daughter back- to the ob
servation platform. From It Helen looked
steadily beck to Storm, now standing
down the track 'n the midst of the wreck
age. The passenger engine sounded two
sharp blasts of the whistle. Storm
looked around; the passenger train was)
moving ahead. He saw In the group on'
the rear platform on figure that of a
slender girl In a wet Jockey costume, a
smile lighting ber face as she looked to
ward him. She was lifting her hand to
his bruised forehead and waved back her
greeting. Reside Helen stood Seagrue.
He d'd not seem pleased with her attltud?
and dropped an Ironical remark In her
ear. This one she quite plainly heard
and understood: "Very gratifying," he
smiled, "to find a president's daughter so
very clever. And.", he added softly, "she
seems to take a real Interest In engine
men!" '
Helen looked deliberately around at
him hut whatever may have been- her
thoughts, she made no reply.
(To Be Continued.)
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This is the gayest season in many years
in Washington, with Congress in session
and the social life of the capital at its
The shortest line to Washington.
between Chicago and Washington is the
of travel over tha "10(1.000.000
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Phone Douglas 428
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