New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 4, 1922, Page 11

(Continued From Our Last Issue) “I must go on, I gave my promise." Bhe nodded, "It means Tollifer now. The descent 18 more dangerous." Suddenly the stofm lifted for a mo- ment. Far below, miles In reality, stralght jets of steam rose high above black, curling smoke; faintly distant- ly, whistles sounded. The snowplows! He gripped her arm with the sight or it, nor did she resist. Thrilled, enthralled, they watched it; the whirling smoke, the shooting, steam, the white spray which indicated the grinding, churning progress of the plows, propelled by the heavy engines behind. From the swollen lips of Houston: “They're started the fight! I'm going to work with them." “But—" He knew what she his head. “No—she does not need me. My| presence would mean nothing to her. I can’t tell you why. My place—is down there.” For an ipstant. Medaine Robinette looked at him with frankly question- ing eyes, eyes which told that a question was arising as to his guilt in at Jeast one of the things which circumstances had arrayed against him. But suddenly she was speak-| “ng, as though to divert her thoughts. “We'll have about three hours. It's our chance. We'd better cut this cord—the one in the lead may pull and pull the other one over. We'd better make haste.” Houston stepped before her. - A mo- ment later they were edging their way down the declivity of what once had been a railroad track. Black dots they became--dots which appeared late in the afternoon to the laboring crews of the snow-fighters far below; dots edging their way about beetling precipices, plunging forward, then stopping; puiling them-| selves out of the heavier drifts where | drops of 10 and even 20 feet had thrown them. Once, at the edge of an overhanging ledge, he scrambled | furiously, failed and fell—to drov in a | drift far below, to crawl painfully| back to the waiting dot above. Hou The dots grew larger. On they came, stumbling, reeling. The woman waver- ed and fell; he caught her, Then double-weighted, a pack on his back, a form in his arms, he came on, his| bldod-red eyes searching almest sight lessly the faces of the waiting, stolid grease-smeared men, his thick voice drooling over his bloddy lips:: “Somebody take hey—get her into the bunk car. She's given out. I'm I'm all right. Take care of her. I've got to go on—to Tollifer!” CHAPTER XIX It was night wHen Barry Houston limped, muscles cramped and frost- numbed, into the little undertaking shop at Tollifer and - deposited his tiny burden. Medaine Robinette had remained behind in the care of the BNOW crew: “Nameless,” he.spid with an effort, when the lengthy details of certifica- | tion were asked. “The mother—" and a necessary lie came to his lips—‘be- came unconscious before she could | tell me anything except that the, baby had been baptized. She wanted a priest.” From far away came the whistles| of locomotives, answering the sig-| nals of the snow-plows ahead. He re-| meant and shook Kills Pesky Bed Bugs P.D. Q. Just think, a 35¢ box of P. D. Q. (Pesky Devils Quietus), makes a quart, enough to kill a million bed- bugs, roaches, fleas or coaties and stops future gencrations by killing the eggs and does not injurc the clothing Liquid fire to the bedbags is what P, D. Q. jo ke, bedbugs £tand a8 good chanco nna enow- ballin a justly famed heat resort. Patent epout fres in every package of P. D. Q.. 1o eneblo £ kil themand thoir exgs in the cracks. P, can alto bo purchased in scaled bottlec, 1de | get double strength, liquid form. membered the bulky cars of machin- ery at Tolifer, It was partially his battle they were fighting out there. He fumbled almlessly in his pockets for his gloves. Something tinkled on the' floor and he bent to pick up the little crucifix with its twisted, tangled chain, forgotten at Tollifer, Dully, hazily, he stared at it with his red eyes, with the faint feeling of a duty neglected. Then: ‘‘She only sald they might want it" he mumbled. “I'm sorry—I should have remembered. I'm always failing—at something." Then, anxious to take his place in the fighting line, he replaced the tiny bit of gold in his pocket and threaded his way through the cir- cuitous tunnel of snow. Even from the distance, could hear the surge of the impact, as the rotury smashed the tight-jammed contents of the shed, snarled and tore at its enemy, then, beaten at last by the crusted ice of the rails, came grudgingly back so that the crews might break the ice from the rails and give traction for anqggher assault. Houston started ror- ward, only to stop. A figure in the dim iight of the cook car had caught his eye. Medaine Robinette. If the woman back there in the west country only would tell! If she would only keep the promise which she had given him in her half-deliri- um! Ten minutes later Barry stood be- Barry terriile agninst “SOMERODY TAKE HER—GET HER INTO THE BUNK CARS. SHE'S GIVEN OUT.” side a great Mallet engine, a sleek, grayhound of the mountains, taking instructions from the superintendent. “Know anything about firin’ an en- gine ?" “1 know enough to shovel coal — and I've got a strong pair of shoul- “When you get in them gas pockets, stick your nose in the hollow of vour elbow. There ain't no fresh «ir in that there shed; the minute these engins inside and start throwin’ on the juice, it fills up with smoke. That's what gets you." Barry climbed to his place on the engine. A whistle sounled, to be echoed and reechoed by the answering bla gines and the big auger itseli- ready now for a fregh sally into the shed. Throttles open, fire box#s throwing [their r¢d spluttering glare against the black tasks, as firemen leaped to their machinery SK) the great mass of rd. ter—faster—then the impact like crashing into a stone wall. The were within the snowshed now, the auger boring and tearing and snar ing like some savage, vengeful thing against the solid mass whicy faced it. Inch by inch for eight feet it progressed; then progress while the plow ahead shrilled triple signal to back up. The ergl- neer opened the cab window and n;ll?!'\lll)' sucked in the fresh, clean afh. 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It surged | forward, Gray light broke through at the end of the tunnel. The grip of at least one snowshed was broken; but there remained twenty more-—and the Death Trail—beyond! cut out the foundation and start an avalanche, It all depends came quietly, on—a a Trail. And all of them included him. tened to the final instructions of the The day crew carried the fight on upward, through three of the smaller | snowsheds, at least to halt at thej long, curved affair which shielded the jutting edge of Mount Tajuchen. H The second and third nights were | a repetition of the first i Tonight was the last night, the last} either in the struggle or in the lives of those who had fought their way upward to the final barricade which | yvet separated them from the top of the world—the Death Trail. Smooth and sleek it showed before Houston in the early moonlight, an fey Niagara, the snow piled high above the railroad tracks. Already the plows were assembled. This was to | be the fight of lights, there in the moonlight. A quick shoot and a lucky one. Otherwise—the men who went forward to their engines would not speak of it. But therc was one who did. She wak standing beside the cook on the gauge; thelrs was the first plow the final orders came—crisp, shouted, | |8 cursing command, answered in kmd.,‘ Then the last query: | | who's a coward, step out! Hear that? car as Houston passed, “Yowll be with them?” WARNING! Say “Bayer” Headache Colds Toothache Earache formed their own radio club. Asp.rm when you buy Aspirin. Unless you see the name “Bayer” on iablets, you are not getting genuine Aspirin prescribed by physicians over 22 years and proved safe by millions for Neuralgia Lumbago | Accept only “Bayer’” package which contains proper directions. Handy “Bayer” boxes of 12 tablets—Also bottles of 24 and 100—Druggists. | Aspirin Is the trade mark of Baser Manufacture of Monoaceticacldester of Salicyllcacld HERALD, “On the Death Trail? 1 expect to “They talk of It as something terri. ble, Why?" Houston pointed to the forbidding wall of snow, His thick, hroken lips mumbled in the longest speech he had known in days “It's all granite up there, The cut of the roadbhed forms a base for the remained of the snow, When we they're afraid that the vibration will loogen the rest whether it comes before—or after we've passed through.” 8he stggightened and looked at him with clgar, frank eyes, “Mr. Houston," “I've been thinking about something all day. I have felt that 1 haven't been quite fair-—that a man who has acted as you have acted since—sinee I met you this last time that he deserves more of a chance than I have given him. That—" “I'm asking nothing you, Robinette,"” . “1 knoav, I am asking something of you, I want to tell you that 1 have been hoping that you can some day furnish me the proof-—-that you spoke of once, I—that's what I wanted to tell you," she ended quick- ly and extended her hand. “Goodby. I'll be praying for all df you wup| there.” B Houston answered only with a | pressure of his hand. He looked at | her with eyes that spoke what his| tongue could not say, then he went | B shambling, dead-tired man, even on awakening from sleep, but a man whose heart was beating with new fervor. She would be pray- ing for all of them up there at the be of Miss At thé cab of the engine, he lis- cursing, anxious superintendent, ()\oul went back to his wogk of the shovel. ;| Higher and higher mounted the steam theirs the greatest task. One by one “If there’'s a damn man-of you u're afrald—come on—there's no stopping once you start!" Engine after engine answered, in Jering, sarcastic tones, the belliger- ent cries of men hiding what pound- ed in their_hearts, driving down by sheer will-power the primitive desires of self-preservation. Again the call was repeated. Again it was answered by men who snarled, men who cursed that they might not pray. And with “A-w-w-w-w—right! Let 'er go!” (Continued in Our Next Issuc) e New York society women have Rheumatism . Neuritis Pain, Pain ' DOINGS OF THE DUFES Kansas City, Mo, vation of gas wijl be the Keynote of discussions nual ssoclation of THURSDAY, MAY 4, 1922 iAS A at the convention of the America he May o held SSOCIATIONS URGE CONSERVATISH Convention Will Be Held in Kansas City May 15-18 seventeenth Natural I 15-18, according to the Denning, announcement of Mittshurgh, leslie B, |[Le held on the following tople 0. Pa., presi- | duction, Transmission, Distr{butios } dent the organization, Delegates |and Public Relations. are expected from all garts of the The convention activities are des country, including the middle-west- | signed for all classes of gas workers, 1 states, the productive fields of land many employes of the gas com- Wyoming, Loulsiana, Okla-|panies, as well as company offielals KKansas and as far west as|are expected to attend, President and from castern flelds. | Denning announced. . prominent men in the gas| Large exhibits of fleld equipment on the program for dis- | and household appliances will - be subjects as “Stand- | open to the public during the conven- The Indeterminate | tion, with the announced purpose of “Conservation,” “What | impressing the gas men with the the Natural Gas Companies Are Doe | thought that they must work in close ing to Help the Consumer Get the | harmony with the patron and appli- Greatest Value from His Natural Gas | ance maker, Service,"” and phases of gas - production and distribution | Aviators say that every ecity and discussions in charge | town, when seen from the air, has a for cach subject will | distinet color. of | Texas, homa, Californin Heveral industry cussion ardization," Franchise of such B varions Gas to Open fornm of a chafrman heduled LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE Author of “The Brass Bowl,” “The Black Bag,” Etc. Chooses Holywood’'s Movie “Fast Set” as a Background For His Newest Mystery Novel HERE’S WHAT VANCE HIM- SELF SAYS ABOUT HIS LATEST ROMANCE “Linda Lee, Inc.” HILE the first purpose of the book is to eptertain, I have en- deavored to record certain aspects of life in the Hollywood film colony in a phase which will come to be rec- ognized as a parallel in motion pie- ture history to the feverish era of “The Days of '49.” Within limitations of its single vol- ume, “Linda Lee, Inc.” paints a true picturé, colored only by the author's vision. It pretends neither to exposs nor to palliate. It is merely a plain presentment of conditions with which I became conversant in the course of nine years of dabbling in picture mak- ing. Curiously enough, “Linda Lee, Inc.,” was written in every detail before the occurrence of that tragedy in real life which focused the attention ofy the United States on Hollywood—and was inspired by the author's memory of a conversation with a famous star and her husband, in which we agreed that, providing means were not found to stem the excesses of a certain ele- ment more conspicuous than repre- sentative of Hollywood some such tragedy was inevitably to be expected. —LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE. A thrilling fomance of a Fifth Avenue society beauty: who finds life with her husband impossible. She flees to California and plunges into the alluring vortex of the motion picture world. 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