Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, January 3, 1916, Page 8

THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, JA SYNOPSIS, Little Helen Holmes, daughter of Gen- eral Holmes, rallroad man, is rescued from imminent danger on a scenic rall: yoad by George Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young womanhood Helen makes a #pectacular double rescue of Btorm, now A freight fireman, and of her father and his friends, Amos Rhinelander, f nanc and Robert Seagrue, promoter, from a threatened collislon between a passenger train and a runaway freight CHAPTER 11 A fight among the directors—and a bit ter fight—had been indicated from the moment the allotment of the stock issue of the new Copper Range and Tidewater cut-off line was discussed. It was not nlone that the territory of the proposed cut-off was rich in traffic. The survey made by Holmes' engineers through a wild country, hitherto reputed inaccesst ble, had developed a low-gtade pass | through the Superstition mountains that would put the Tidewater's active rival- | the Colorado and Coast line—with its heavy grades and curves, at a serlous, if 'not irretrievable, disadvantage, In its fight for competitive traffie jeneral Holmes, seated in the library of his country home with his associate Amos Rhinelander, took from his morn- § Ing mail a letter from John B. Rhodes, chairman of his executive committee, | which revealed the extent of the feeling | over the situation. Ilolmes handed the | Jetier to Rhinelander. Rhodes had dis covered that thelr competitors already had a surveying party out on recon- | naisance, endeavoring to locate the Tide- | { water pass; having In view the reputation : | |1 ‘for sharp practice of the Colorado lina | Dbackers, he urged Holmes to keep u close watch on the original survey, now in the general's possession. until the right-of-way should be definitely secured, | He added that with his party of the di- | rectors, he would arrive on a speclal at noon for the Informal bourd meeting, at | which plans for financing the project | were to be arranged. i Through a complcation In financial ar- rancsments, Holmes had been obliged to put on his own, the Tidewnter line board, a minority group of direetors led by Rhinelander's nephew, Seagrue, and Sea- grie's attorney, Capelle—S8eagrue was | awner of a substantial interest in the | Colorado and Coast line ftself. Indeed. | hix means were all tled up In it. It was | th's complication which caused uneasi- ness In Holmes' mind and called for prudence=not all those even of his own directorate could be trusted, in the cir- curstances, not to connive against his 1o’ nrest. Fesgrie bad already been for the week- eni t' e ho se guest of Holmes, He was #t that moment seated In the garden with Hol n—Holmes' daughter—and Helen was tein® alternately amused and bored by the netently forced efforts of the east- o 5 'n*-rest her in himself and his of al Mar- than once during his stay whe reficed to. lsten meriously to Wi an® naw (o annoy him, she pro- fenn d ‘o wonder, as the blast of a freight envine whistla gaundad At the moment thravek ‘ha Wile whether that might not he Cac<ce Btarm, one of her father's meny enelaceraen men to whom she | had Intel peodorad o grant and gratul- tlovs se=te ahont wham Seagrus L Rt hed arce tied to twit her. And | M mo cranced 9ot | really was yount i Storm's trals ronning by them for the | pass'pe track. He had orders to wgit there for the director’'s speclal. Toward noon, Holmes and his guests, together with Helen, started for the sta- tion to meet the train. Its arrival was the occasion of many greetings for Helen from old New York friends who de- clared that the mountain sun and air had wrought wonders for the once delicate &l Tt was while she stood thus on the plat- form surrounded by her newly arrived Wuests that a young engineman crossed the platform, cap in hand. After a slight hesitation he walked up to her as if he ‘would speak. Again, as if undecided, he haled just bafore Helen. She noticed the rather grimy appearance of the stal- ‘wart engineman, obviously just from his but A4 not look closely snough to him. 1f he was pausing, as he N courage, it rose in him, for as returned to him, he stepped to her: “I think it was you who my life/the other dav,” he sald it haltingly. Then he question. out his hand. “Will you accept | ' e ~nd £ i H iz i} ! £ £ % 7 | it he spoke, Helen knew him 4t was Storm, the firemay of the freight wreck. Indeed, she remembered him al- too well. Her" face flushed with nt. Her guests, without eatehnig what he had said, were critically the smoked engineer. Some- _ thing like & wave of resentiment swept over Helen. Why should he choose this, of all moments, to speak to her? She was quite Innocent of false pride; but her eould not possibly understand the situation and Storm with real western fmpulsiveness had chosen, it seemed, the most {nopportune time possible to express % i there was his outstretched hand— she ignore it? Anger swayed her 's eyes and his manner. cutting him dead. Whn checks, but sweeping aside out her hand. It sald quickly. “Do Then she repald impulsive stupldity, as she it it deserved, by catching at some. . Beagrue was saying and fail- _see Storm again. The engineer up prepared really to say how he was; he founa himself, In & . pecond, already well launched toboggan and shooting of & long hill. Beagrue back was turned. at Helen and polnting to ~white, soft kid now pleked up the discarded glove and put it in his pocket Nor did he, in his turn, escape un seen. As one of the cars whirled around a nearby corner, Helen, looking back at the of her annoyance, saw Storm plcking up something white; she knew it was her glove On reaching home—where the ladies were taken to their various rooms and the men went to their business—Helen from her own room overlooking the pass ing {rack, watched the frelght, bearing Storm, Graw out and stop before the sta tion for orders Turning to her glass more than onee to sce whether her cheeks were still as UARY 3, 1916. nd the GAME RY OF MOUNTAIN RAILROAD LIFE FRANK H.SPEARMAN o nr 1—T Cancel Our Allotment, Then. We Will Fight. 2-——Helen Started the Jingling Messenger Off For Help, 8—Thus Perished the Man Who Had D iscovered the First Raflroad Pass Over the Conti- nvental Divide, flushed as they felt, she was gratified to find that the traces of her humiliation had disappeared. Her mind, from which she had tried to dlemiss the whole incl- dent, was now assalled by a rebellious curlosity concerning what she had wseen happen on the distant platform, when Btorm crossed it to plck up her glove. As his frank eyes returned again and again to her imagination, something seemed to call her strongly, back to where he still was detained. She resisted longer; then surrendering to a sudden impulse, she ran down stairs, while her guests were dlsposing themselves, stepped into her racing car, drove to the station /and alighting just as Storm came out of the telegraph office, she, herself, began to search at the edge of the platform for something, The engineer, aften an in- terval, deliberately jolned her. “'You have lost something." Helen glanced up with affected surprise, “Nothing of moment. I missed & ring when I got home,"” she fabricated lightly, “‘and one of my gloves. 1 thought I might have dropped the one with the other here." Storm's hand moved toward his blouse, then regalning his composure, he with- drew his hand, empty, and affected to scarch along the roadway with her, It was & brief duel of wits, but, one in Which the raliroad man was no longer at & disadvantage. He was quite willing to search as long as she would linger and delen, more than a little Interested, was capriclous and did Unger until Storm's slow sentences began once more to bear too directly on the episode of the wreck and his gratefulness; then with a hasty £00d-by she started for home and Storm, climbing into his engine, pulled out with his long train. General Holmes, in the meantime, with his two jealous groups of directors, was striving In his drawing room to arrive with them at & mutually satisfactory settlement of the proposed stock issue. In reserving 30,000 shares of this for him- self and his friends, Holmes had allotted 20,00 to Seagrue and his Wall street as- soclates. This both Seagrue and Capelle had bluntly refused to accept, since the probosed line would work havoo with the through and local traffic of the Colorado & Coast road. Seagrue demanded instead and equal distribution of the mew stock. Holmes Rhinelander, after a long conference, put the motion flatly to the eleven directors, Seven of them supported - resident Holmes' proposal, Seagrue, white with anger, rose. * Can- cel our allotment, then. We will fight." ‘Tut, tut, Barl! protested Rhine- lander. “That's no way to talk." “We will tight," echoed Capelle, equally wrought up. “Seagrue is right. If we are to be treated in this way, we'll paral- lel your tracks!" Rilnelander, Holmes and their assoct- ates tried in vain to pacity the two; their efforts were useless. Hard words passed and more threats were uttered; the meet- Ing broke up in disorder. Seagrue and Capelle retired to an ad- Joining room. Helen passed before them down the hall. Capelie glanced at her and looked toward Seagrue. His face stretched into one of his hollow grins. “Bud business for you, Seagrue,” he sald to his companion. “If you cam't unload your Colorado and coast holdings, this thing will put you pretty near out of the game." “Unload,” snorted Seagrue, wrathfully. “When that cut-off {s announced Colo- rado stock won't sell for waste papes Helen repassed in the hall. Capelle nodded toward her. “There's your best bet, Seagrue, Holmes would give hls son- In-law anything." Seagrue looked glum., He hinted he bad already tried that out, and fruit- lessly, but spurred by his friend's sug- gestion, he determined on a further ef- fort, After luncheon he attempted to renew his addresses. seemed about the self-willed barrier of independence, he demanded at last. “You seem to take everything 1 say as a joke." She repressed a little bubble of laugh- ter. “That's the spirit it's meant in, lsn't 17 He was too Irritated to be patient Toward evening he essayed to be seri- ous again; again, she lightly evaded his advances. Late In the day, when walking past the doors of the library, he saw Holmes finishing a conference with Rhinelander, once ‘more roll up an important docu- ment and place it within his safe wset inside the library wall. Seagrue knew too well what it was—the survey of the cut-off, the bullding of which by crip- pling him financlally, wi likely to wrecs his hopes of a successful career. It was in this sullen mood that Capells & few moments later encountered him. They had been partners in more than one unscrupulous enterprise and had learned to set value on audacity,, A guarded discussion followed. BSeagrus moodily rejected one after another of the suggestions of the resourceful Capeile until one startled him into anger. He balked incontinently. “I won't stand for safe-blowing,”” he muttered, “Nothing of the kind suggested,” re- turned Capelle, undaunted. And with the whining smile that marked his face in argument he continued good men here by 11:30 tonight, say the word. One of them can open & safe by the mere click of the tumblers All we want out of it is a copy of the cut-off survey. If we can get hold of that we can get hold of their right-of- way-—most of it must come from Wash- Ington—before Holmes knows what's go- ing on. I'll make the copy of their sur vey myself and return the original to the e before morning with no one a bit the wiser. Why, see here! You're staying right in the house. All you have to do s to let them In tonight. Are you game? Or are you a whipped dog right now!" Beagrue listened with set face. The low-toned conference lasted lomger. At its close the two separated. Shortly afterward Capelle, in Seagrue's motor car, started rapidiy for the city. At nearly 12 o'clock that night—some tinle after the house was qulet—Seagrue, leaving his room, went down to the Ubrary. He unlocked the terrace doors. Capelle's men were outside. They entered and Seagrue left them hofere the safe. The criminal expert of the pair made hardly more than & protense of dropping the tumblors for an opening, He had come prepared for any eventuality and the moment he saw the mechanism of the lock was unassailable, he directed his companion, Hyde, to connect up the dritls | his orders from Capelle were to open the safe. Ubpstatrs, Helen, in slumber, was half- awnkened by 8 whistle signal. Storm wi bringing a freight train down the hill to | wailt for the midnight fiyer. |of passing trains rarely disturbed her. This night a much slighter but an un- usual sound woke her completely, She sat up a moment listening. It seemed close—someone was In the house. Turn- ing on a light and dressing hastily, Helen opencd the hall door of her room. She had been careful mot to make the slightest nolse in her movements. Un- | fortunately the light behind her sil- | houetted her flgure on the floor at the foot of the broad flight of stairs. Spike, keen-eyed. in- the lbrary, saw it. He touched Hyde, “Douse it!" he muttered. Hyde extinguished the lght. The two paused, listened, walked into the hall and | paused again. Then they started nolse- lessly up the stairs their presence. With fast beating heart she ran to her window, Out in the night she could see the light of a torch. It was Storm's Mght, carried as he worked around his engine. Catching up a small serving bell ghe ran out on her balcony started the Jingling messenger off for help. The engineman, busy with his work, presently heard the slight jingle, but only to wonder for a moment what it could be. The two criminals had en- attained and must maintain to win, and his reeling, thundering machine, seeming awake to the relentless energy of | driver, was responding like a thing alive to his iron will. A cry from Storm made her look across toward him. She saw | his eyes regarding her but he was point- | ing s'lently ahead, and looking again through her own window Helen's strain- ing vision caught far ahead the faint | gleam of the req tail-lights. From the top of the distant sleeping cars Spike and Hyde had seen the threat- ening chase. Without a qualm, and crawling along the swaying cars, they made their way forward to the engine. | | They held up the engineer and fireman. | | @pike understood enough of an enginse | | to take the throttle and he tried to run | away from Storm; but this proved a game | in which he had no advantage. Striving | #ix AUTHOR OF “WHISPERING SMITH,” “THE MOUNTAIN DIVIDE,” “STRATEGY OF GREAT RAILROADS,” ETC. COPYRIOHT, 1913, BY FRANK H. SPEARMAN. | out for himseif a second chance for es- cape when Storm hore him to the earth. | | Helen ran us. “Whe what you have stolen?’ the cried, furiously, as Spike stood prisoner. Storm, without loss of time, vearched i You've stolen our urvey exclnimed Hefen wrathfully | “Where 15 12" | pike shrugged his shoulcer. “I don't known what you're talking atout” he muttered, “What do you follows want | with me, anyway?' he demanded, look- | Ing from one to the other of the two mien, impudently | Mondey Mag | They dragged him to the frelght eng'ne and with Storm directing, both engines statted back to the passenger train. The freight engine sounded a greeting to the | erew of the randed flver, and Storm |and Helen clattereq past to their own | deserted train. With Storm speed'ng up at his throtle Ielen zoon saw the sem- | aphore of Signal station and with the |two prisioners, Storm and his fireman returned with Helen to the house. Police officers were already in charge and the safe blowe were turned over |to them. Hclen, agitated and anxious, | was met at the door of the library by Amos Rhinelander. His face was grave. With a keen, questioning look her father's friend laid his hand tenderly on her arm |as she attempted to enter the room | “Stop, Helen,”” he sa‘d in a constrained | tone. “Don’t go in there just now." ‘I must; we've lost the survey.” 1 know. T will look after everything. | Go upstairs, dear, for the present, to | vour room.’ ‘I must go in and search the safe, | Uncle Amos; 1t the survey isn't there, |1t's gone.” Storm stood near. She would have pushed past Rhinelander, but again he opposed her entrance. “My child,” Rhinelander took her within his arm, “we are under the orders of the police. Nothing In the library must be disturbed. An awful suspicion gripped “Father,”” she exclaimed intensely “He her heart. | was hurt. Where is he?" Rhiwelander, avolding her glance di rected Into the half-darkeneq room, motioned significantly to Storm. The en- &in understood: but it was too late Slipping with the strength and speed of a fawn from between the two men. Helen darted into the I'brary. Those of the fated household heard in the night an agonizing cry; it rang far. She had found her father all too soon and had thrown herselt beside his dead body, where it had been placed on the couch beside the fireplace, Thus perished by the hand of a wretched criminal—a mere fleck of the . scum of our civillzation—this man wk had himself, and alone, discovered ti first railroad pass over the continental divide. Seagrue's ears echoed long with a memory of that cry. Standing beside his captured he asked himself whether the price had not, after all, been too high But Spike, insensible to all but his criminal instincts, drew close beside him and asked him, unobserved, for a pencil But for the fear that his own neck might be jeopardized by an exposure, Seagrue would have had done with his two mur- derous tools then and there, but he had put himself in their power and dare not confederates refuse ike, despite his handcuffed | wirsts, managed to scribble a note on Seagrue's cuff, tellng him where the survey had been hidden. The officers coming out of the library, marched their prisoners away. Alone in his room, the half-sickened conspirator read Spike's message. He paused and for a long moment pondered his situation. It was not hard for him to shake from his conscience his own re- sponsibility for the tragic outcome of his | villainy and Capelle's. It was, he ar | gued, not what he had contemplated or | desired. Tt was Capelle’s fault. Accidents | will happen—sometimes fatal ones. The game might still be his | (To Be Continued Next Monday.) Be Commervative. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 have been ac quainted with a young man for the last months. Recently he has told me that he is married, and that his wife left for the fer west. He asked me since I em the cldest of the girls whether he ean call on the family as a friend just Advice to the Lovelorn BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX tered Helen's room. The instant she step- | desperately to increase his speed he found ped In from the balcony they caught and | himself, as he glanced back from the cab overpowered her—stifling her screams, | window, steadily losing ground. The race and in spite of her continuing struggles, ‘ was now more like the effort of a plow rudely gagging her, | horse to run away from a thoroughbred. The bell agaln attracted Storm's atten-| A 1ast vesort remafned for the criminals, Uon and he was puzzied to determine|gang Hyde, at Spike's direction, climbing ;hlt At might mean. Looking toward|yack gver the tender, cut off the coaches. m::o:: l:ome he An.w a bright light In|my, engine pulled away from the train. © upper windows. Then, of & mpo gir went on and the string of sleep- sudden, he saw more—silhouetted against | ers stopped abruptly. Close behind them the pane, | e a4 woman and a man were Vol peundiny " st struggling. He alarmed the crew and|i' frelShC englne was & pounding an A0 awiftiy i up the Bl for, Gefleral| s Ci.ooe SRRTRLANG herely Hima o aPDIyY his alr and pull up as he stopped and he Holmes® house | In the interval, leaving Helen help-| ¥A" nearly into the hind-end of the ob less, the mafeblowers descended the stairs. | "¢TVation car. Holmes and Rhinelander had likewlse been awakened by the muffled sounds of tne struggle and the two appeared in the upper hall. Seagrue joined them and with his uncle hurried into Helen's room, here she was trying to release herself But her father, turning down steirs, had interrupted the two eafe-blowers at the When the passenger crew got outside there were hurried explanations. Storm, | knowing every foot of the line, saw that they had reached the longest passing track on the division and that by runn'ng around the stalled train he still had a chance to overtake his quarry. Throwing his engine into reverse he backed down, very ltbrary door. The old soldier was | took the pass'ng-track switch and tore no mateh for the two men, but he|past the standing cars after the fast-ais- {tackled them together. He had hardly | apnearing engine. With all of its lights begun to fight when he was struck down by a black-jack, and the two thugs, sur vey In hand, made thelr escape. They crossed the lawn, galned the shrubbery close to the gate, and in the distance saw the headlight of tne midnight pas- senger train. Signal was not one of its stops, but the safe-blowers ran hard for | crowded them, Hyde from the gangway the station and taking a long chance for |and Spike, turning from the useless their getaway they recklessly, but safely, | throttle, opened fire with their plstols on boarded the running train as it slowed | their pursuers. Hyde, firing his last shot somewhat for the bridge. | without effect, in his rage, hurled his In the confusion within the household | heavy gun back at the other cab. It Helen had been releaspd. She had hys-|crashed through the window where Helon terically told her story and as she and |had sat an instant before, but she was her friends rushed down stalrs she en-|now up and back over the engine tank extineuished, rific speed, it was at a hopeless disad- | vantage against the skill of the man at | the throttle of the engine behind. Overhauled and with defeat in sight as the nose of the huge freight engine and still maintaining ter- | The rumble | Guarded as they had been, Helen felt | countered Storm, who had helped her dazed father to a chalr, “Are you hurt, daddy?” asked his daughter anxiously. “The old soluler was shaking, but he gritted his teeth and rose sturdily to his feet. The spirit of the tight was still on him. “No,” hs eried, “and I've given one of them a joit he'll remember. But Helen!" | ~in his agitation he laid his hand heavily on his daughter's shoulder — “those damned scoundrels have got our survey!" “They shall never get off with it," exclaimed Helen with flash'ng eyes. “W will catch them if it kills somebody.” She gave her orders right and left—for caring for her father, calling the police and for making the pursuit The boarding of the moving passenger {train by the two men had not escaped Storm’s eyes and a few words with Helen | there was a chance yet to get them. Hastening with Storm down the hill |Helen told him the whole story. When the two reacheq the siding Storm asked | the conductor to put out & flagman to | protect the freight; he half lifted and half pushed Helen up into the cab and the instant the fireman cut off the engine, started in pursuit of the fast- receding passenger train. But the stern chase is the long chase. | The freight engineer | against one pulllng a strong string of sleeping cars. But his own machine was | bullt for traction, not for speed, and he was pitting it against one of the fastest types of engines on the division. From the time Storm opened the throttle not a device was left untried to make his ponderous engine go fast. Helen, crouching on the fireman's box with her eyes straining ahead into the darkness, or glancing across the hooded Llfix?m- of the cab at the profile of the ent engineer, waited in vain for him 100k toward her. It seemed ¢ if he | had forgotten her existence. His atten- would, he could never a\d tying the bell to the telephone wire | tion, for the & pt > k | tion, noment, was centered on “What's the matter, Helen? | that connected with the maln wires, sho |nothing but the terrific beadway he had were enough to clear things. The fiyer | was gone and the burglars with it, but | had set himself a | difficult task; one thing alone was in his faver; everything else was against | him. He was running a light engine As Storm drew steadily abreast of the | | runaway, she watched her chance and | with reckless daring sprang from where | {she stood over to the tank of the pas- senger engine. The safe-blowers turned to meet her. Stack and stack the engines | | were rushing toward the little San Pablc | bridee. But with Spike's and Hyde's at tention turned from the passive engineer | d fireman in the cab, they were sud- | denly attacked by both from behind. A furious mixup followed. Hyde, as Helen | | Jumped down at him, grappled with her. Storia, eager in the jumping gangway op- | posite to them, saw her peril. Catching |up & wrench he hurled it with all his | force at Hyde's head; it flew true and the thug sank under the heavy blow like | a bullock. Spike in the interval, tearing | loose from his assatlants, galned the foot- | | plate and leaping up on the coal defied them. | It was for no more than a moment: | | the eNgineer went pluckily after him. | | Cornered, Spike looked ahead. They were | | reaching the river and the engines were | making a dizzy speed. With the reck- | |lessness of a madman the criminal leaped | | from the tender far out into the stream | below. The slightest miscalculation—a | mistake of a tenth of a second In his | reckoning—would have cost him his life. | Yet he made his jump without injury, | | struek out for shore and gained the river | | bank. | Escape was first in his thoughts. He | | remembered the stolen survey in his | pocket. On the safety of this, his money from Capelle dependent and his first act was to secret it near where he landed. The two engines in this time had been brought to a stop and backed to the | bridge. “Get after the man that jumped,” cried Helen. “We must find him. Take both banks of the river." With one of the firement left to guard Hyde, Storm and the other fireman hur- ried down one river bank as the passenger | engineer took the other. Neither side af- | forded more than & slight chance of con- ‘ cealment and Spike, starting fromm where he had cached his stolen document, was | pounced on by Storm’s fireman. But Spike, 8 powerful man, had almost fought | the same, as he likes the family very much. 18 it proper for a family with young girls to have as a visitor a married man, knowing that he does not live with Lis wife? ANXIOUS, | It is not advisable for you to have this | man as a caller if you are just a family | of young girla with no elders to chaperone | you. If your parents are with you and the man comes very occasionally as a vis- itor to the whole family, Lhat alters mat- ters. But it is not a safe or sane thing four young girls to have such a friend The world judges harshly. ! Don’t Giggle. Dear Miss Fairfax: Recently, while at a friend’s house, I was introduced to her cousin, of whom I am very fond My friend has told me that he iikes me, but thinks I am too frollicsome. My parents tell me I might as well he happy while I am young, as I am still in my teens. I always see the comical side of everything and find it difficult to refrain_frem laughing, On the other hand, I am downhearted to learn that this young man feels that wa CONSTANT READER. natural girl'sh happiness and mirth. But nothing is more tiring than silly gizgling. Cannot you find a happy medium le- tween what you think is being frolicsome and what the young man thinks is too frivolous an attitude toward life? It cer- tainly ought not make you unhappy to think and converse seriously on oc a- #fons. Ask Her to Put You on Probation. Dear Miss Fairfax: A few weeks ago 1 went to u dance with a fow boy friends and drank a little too much. One of my friends who took me home knew my girl triezd and told her. I love the girl 1 know she loves me. I am sorry I ma that mistake. Can you tell me how regain her confidence? REILLY The girl who avolds a man who get intoxicated s very wise. If you are convinced of your own regret for what you have done and feel sure that you have self-control enough mnot to drink gain, go to the girl and ask her to put There is nothing more charming ten | you on probation for six months or a vear and to give you a chance to prove that you have learned your lesson. Con- vince her that for her you will maste this fault. That is the only way you deserve her confidence and also the only way you can win it. The Clerk Can Tell You. 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