Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, January 17, 1916, Page 9

( SYNOPSIS. Little Helen Holmes, daughter of Gen- eral Holmes, raliroad man, is rescued irom imminent danger on a scenic rail- road by Gerge Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young womanhood IlHelen makes a spectacular double rescue of Storm, now a freight fireman, and of her father and friends. Amos Rhinelander, financler, and Robert Seagrue, promoter, from & hreatened collision between a passenger rain and a runaway freight. Safe- sreakers employed by Seagrue nnt}{ Ca. { pelle, his lawyer, interrupted while stealing General Holmes™ survey plans of the cut-off line for the Tide- water, fatally wound General Holmed and escape. Storm and Helen chase the murderers on a lght engine and cap- ture them. Spike has hidden the plans and manages to inform Seagriue where yev are cached. Her father's estate Wadly involved by his death, Helen goes to_work on the Tidewater. . Seagrue helps 8pike to break jail and uses him 1o set fire to a powder train havied by Storm’'s -engine. Helen saves Storm from a horrible death FOURTH INSTALLMEN CHAPTER 1V fVhen Helen Holmes took the day key At Signal the Nttle office had already passed from the quiet kind to the re morselessly active kind of those small | way stations that drive innocent men mad. Two rival lines, maintaining large construction camps and getting all their supplies through Signal station, were en- caged in A& race (o build a mountain cut-off-and a considerable one. Despite all the help Lyons, the overworked agent, conld give Helen, she found the tasks of her day about all that her strength would compass. There were little moments of reapite. The railroad men were, every one, considerate of her. Nor could Helen, sitnated as she was, cacape occasional offi visits from Sea- grue, whose activity head of the op- position construction camp was un- abated. Going over to the station one day to watch his men unload a shipment of material he stepped into the office ostensibly to make inquiries—in reality, to,steal a few minutes with Helen imes, whom he found busy but alone. Seagrue ‘spoke blandly: “I hear you're hecoming quite a railroad expert.” She made no effort to reply. “‘Getting really clever at the key, Lyons says.' Helen entering waybills, went on with her writ- ing. “By the wi ‘any word this morning from pur steam shovel?” She looked toward the window—the local freight train had just pulled in. “It may be out there now, on No. 8. Seagrue seemed in no haste to investi- gate, and Helen had almost lost hope of any diversion in that direction when the office door opered and George Storm walked in. He was just out of his éngine cab, and deliberate and composed as usually, but his eyes, lighting to greet Helen, cooled when he saw Seagrue. Storm nodded curtly, toward him and was greeted in Kkind. Then the stalwart engineman turned | his attention to felen and Seagrue was soon made to feel the pangs of being distinetly third in the situation and with- out an anesthetic. “And the hest of it all i said Storm at length to Helen, “this is my last run on local freights. I am assigned tonight to the Limited." Helen lifted her eyebrows in surprise: ‘§ome run they're giving you!" Seagrue took the chance to join sar- castically in: “Right in line for chief of motive power, #h, Storm?" Storm was not to be disturbed. He only regarded Seagrue calmly for a moment. | Then he turned good naturedly to thank 4 Helen. While soldiering agreeably at this W, task, his fireman intruded on the scene ng enough to remind him they were waiting for him to get out. Storm with an expression of disgust at the interrup- tion, nodded gruffly to the fireman, con- cluded his talk with Helen and walked out. Helen rose to go out on the plat- form also. Seagrue intervened to distract her attention. It was useless. She must deliver a messnge, she said, to the con- ductor, and Seagrue, peeved, was left to stay with himselt or unwillingly to follow. He followed; but even then it was only to find himself watching Storm's good- bys waved to Helen from the cab. And she saw them, too’ nothing escaped her attention Seagrue followed her with his eyes as she walked into the office. The more she showed her indifference to him—in- difference sometimes bordering on con- tempt—the more she piqued his interest He turned with better luck to look for the overdue steam shovel. The equip- ment had come and a gang of his men were preparing to set it up. Rhinelander, in charge of the Tidewater line camp, wids pushing Seagrue closely in the construction race and as the head of a big crew of men imbued with his own spirit was laughing at obstacles that made Seagrue’s head ache; and with equipment actually somewhat s forging dally ahead of his rival. But e mail now brought him a note from the chairman of the executive committee of his board that almost paralyzed his activities: i Oceanside ‘Dear Rhinelander: Our survey party advise that they cannot re-locate the pass over the Superstition range. Unless you can furnish & survey of the cut-off pass hefore the first, our people will with draw their financial support. “BOWERS." Amos Rhinelander, sitiing at his dusty | and lttered desk, stared at the abrupt communication. Bowers was his friend; the executive committee of the were with him—this he felt assured of. But somewhere Influences must be at work against him. He suspected Capelle, still a board member, and a continual intriguer. Capelle was a master worker | in underground effects and besides being Seagrue's own attorney was himself heavily interested in opposing enterprises l of the Coast line. To throttle Rhine- lander in the construction effort begun by Helen's own father before his death was to advance his own interests as well as those of his client. Rainelander's de- cision as to what must be done to meet this opposition was prompt He consulted a timetable, called his 'oreman, asked for a man to carry his handbags to the station and began chang- ing his clothes for a trip. Not far away, and at gbout the same time, Seagrue was reading his own mall. It contained this note: “Unsuccessful report ( concerning pass asked Seagrue, evenly, | inferior | board | submitted. Persuaded backers to with {draw sypport on the first. This will stop | operation on Rhuinelander's cut-off, as | we know he cannot produce survey '‘CAPELL) In Seagiue's hut a party of newspaper men {rom Oceanside were waliting to be takeh ‘on an inspection trip over the con- struction. “I'm ready for you, boys,” said Sea- grue, in high spirits, to the journalists. “We'll look over the work near here firt,” he announced, ripping open a box of cigars. “Hold it, Mr. Seagrue,” cried a camera man, focussing on the manager. “We want you, firet, right.there where you are, at your desk, Hold it!" The picture was taken, a copy prom- ised to Seagrue within an hour, and the party started out. kad he left his hut two minutes earlier he might have seen Sea~ with Rhinelander's ;Amon Rhinelander, | grue's ‘own Spike bags, entering the waiting room door of Signdl _station. | Helen, lookfng up from her table, per- | ceived Rhinelander's anxiety reflected in |his manner, “Bad news, Helen,” he said, plunging at once into the unpleasant subject. “I am on‘my way to Oceanside,” he added, |When she had read Bowers' note. “The idlmtun meet tonight. Someone is try- {ing “to undefmine us. But whether I succeed in changing their views or not, |I'm golng to fight if I have to fight all | night.” Helen ‘was. too upset to speak for a |minute. For her, so much depended on | the success of her awn road in reaching the mountains with a cut-off first. | Rhinelander, worried though he was, {trled to cheer her up. Spike outside |listening, gathered that Rhinelander was {on his way to the city. He hung around |the platform -till the local pulled in, watched Rhinelander board it, and, mingling with . Seagrue's men, walked unobserved, over to the latter's camp. He found his boss with the jour- | nalists “What s it?' demanded Seagrue, iscenting news in Spike's appearance. | “Rhinelander has just gone to Ocean | side | Seagrue smiled !this morning?" “He did.” | Their confab was broken in on by une {of the newspaper men who had e print |of the photo he had taken of Seagri® |at his desk. Seagrue inspected this with |the greatest pleasure. Ine!"” he ex- claimed. * “‘Géod’ pleture! A whimsical idea seized him. followed by “Did he get a letter He wrote |a word or two across the back of the | print and recalled Spike. over to Helen Holmes. Give it to her with my compliments.”” So saying he turned to the photographer. | Spike's reception at the always a chilly one. “Take this station was This time Helen took his message and dismissed him be- | fore she opened- the envelope. When she saw what Seagrue had sent she was angry. Her first impulse was to tear the hateful print into two. Instead, she contemptuously impaled it on a steel file near at hand. A moment later, removing the print to file her message, she looked at the picture again. Her attention was attracted to a paper lying on Seagrue's desk. It had been caught by the camera | lens. The longer looked the more carefully her eyes fixed on this object revealed in the photograph. Very curi- jous now, Helen opened a drawer, took |from it a reading glass and studied the contents of Seagrue's desk. Her heart almost stopped beating, as she realizef |that her suspicious must be correct. With the ald of the ordinary glass she could plainly see the survey that had |been stolen from her father's library. | Helen looked toward Seagrue's camp. | It was there even now, and if she could | recover the precious find it was not too {late to save her own interests as well lander. How could she recover it? With fast kindiing hatred of its dishonest posses- sor, a dozen projects for regaining her own flashed across her mind. The more she thought the more fimpossible ft seemed to devise any scheme that could be carried ‘out in time to help Rhine- |lander's fight that might at Oceanside. | But what Helen coula not devise her- |self was being already devised for her. Following up what Spike—an uncon- scionable lar-had declared a fiattering eption of the picture, Soagrue re- passenger | « # those of her good friend, Amos Rhine- | 1—The Two Glared at f solved to seize a moment while the going was good to forward himself with Helen. She was studing the telitale print when she heard footsteps and, startled, look out. Beagrue was coming up the plat- form. She felt' frightened. Could he pos- sibly have realized his blunder and come to demand the return of the bicture. Her wits rapidly cleared. She snatched the photograph. Seagrue, opening the door, caught. her, picture 4n hand. He walked forward pleased. It was not hard for Helen to counterfeit an embarrass- ment; nor was it in the least unbecoming to her. To Seagrue her look came Ike a burst of sunshjne after many chilling | storms, “What do you think of my con-| struction headquarters?’ he laughed Helen's gaze rested. modestly on ‘her table. She seemed te contemplate the pleture with -a quiet pleasure. Then she looked slowly up at Seagrue. “This doesn't show very much of the camp,”—she {drawled the words the very least bit— “you are awfully. busy over there, I suppose.’ “Néver too busy to welcome our friends. Come over sometime. | “What to a construction camp?’ asked | Helen, feigning just enough amazement. | |- “Why not? Talk about Rhinelander's steam shovels! T}l show you shovels that | can do everythihg but vote. Come on along.” - For an effective moment she hesitated, 1 couldn’t possibly,” she declared with decision, but she allowed a note of regret | to linger an instant in the tone of hx»r; explanation ‘and glanced around. “No one | here, you know." “Well, but what time do you get of(” 1 asked Seagrue feverishly. “Oh, not for a long time yet His hopes were burgeoning fast J {-nere, Helen; come over and take a camp| | dinner with me. Come, do. I'll show you | | what can be done without preparation.” | She regarded him with an l‘lnmnnlhn} !that indicated how completely such a proposal shocked her. Bhe struggled an instant with' the thought of it. Then she rejected the invitation; yet with enousa | indecision to invite a renewal. For the moment Helel was a heartless angler, | and Seagrue deluded by vanity was un suspectingly piaying fish. Before he left in the highest spirits he had known for many a day—he had, to his astonish- | ment, secured. Helen's promise to dine | | with him that night in camp. And at the appointed time she was ready | The night was warm, and the moon rising full and into a clear sky, flooded the landscape. And after Helen's un easiness at the strangeness of her situa tion had worn off. she was able through- | out the trying hour with Seagrue In his hut to wear her mask of languid iInterest | successtully. The table was served with surprising delicacies and a plentiful array | of wines w in evidence. Yet, to an in- nocent intriguer, a whole hour never went so slowly, nor was appetite ever more re |luctant than that of Seagrue's guest.| | Though she went through the form of eating and assumed a carefree air h”v | food choked her. His wines she persist ently declfned, but that did not dismay | Seagrue, who drank quite emough for two. Where could the survey be now? was the question recurring always to Helen's mind. Toward the close of the dinner Beagrue, rising, unlocked his desk for a flask of Chartreuse. There, lying in the | | coner exactly where she had seen i, | Helen again beheld the survey, a blue | print beside . Beagrue was pawky | enough to close and lock the desk after | he had taken the flask out. How, she asked herself, was she to get that desk open again? | Seagrue dismissed his serving man, and | this did not allay Helen's umeasiness for herself. She did not want to be left alone | & minute with him now; things were get- ting too complicated But could she in some way get into the desk? Rising she sald she would clear th i | table a Mttle. Taking hold of the flask | he had just taken from the desk and holding out her hand with a smile :h»l THE BEE: OMAHA { was a window in the freight MONDAY nd ¢he GAME RY OF MOUNTAIN RAILROAD LIFE FRANK H.SPEARMAN Each Other. 2—*‘Rhinelander Has JANUARY 1916 her second ef it like o dy mo. While it was ming up she cut the hawser. Seagrue easily suspected she meant to get to Rhinelander at Oceanside. He looked ai his watch. It he could cateh the Limited he could still reach the city ahead of her. B \sperated and out of breath he hastened routed out his chauffeur and took his racing ear for the station Hardly a minute was left to him and his hope reaching a point where MNe could flag the through train vanished when heard it whistle and the gleam of its headlight coming down the Slgnal grade But he would not give back to cump, he saw up. Urging his man to spead, he gained the highway paralleling the railroad track, and as the Limited shot by, Seagrue, with all e R E Just Gome to Oceanside!" and Seagrue Were Alone. asked him for his keys. Seagrue was in no position t8 refuse so intimate a re- quest. With an. air of camaraderie he handed them over and Helen pushed back the cover of the desk. But as she did so Seagrue threw his arms around her. She struggled indigaantly, but could not get away. For a moment there was a fierce struggle. Then with a superhuman effort she tore herself free, caught up tho first thing she could lay her hand on—it hep- pened to be u bropze match tray—and struck Seagrue acrogs the forehead. He went completely over, leaving Helen horror-stricken at what sie had done She listened. Outside she heard no sound, Selzing the blue print that lay under her hand, she gainéd the door and ran out just as Seagrue regained his feet. had resolved to flag the Limited, Hardly touching the earth she dashed to the sta- tion, hurried to the key and telegraphed Rhinelander: “Have blue print of survey Limited. HELEN." It was not too soon. Through the win- dow she saw Seagrue rushing down the platform. She slammed the office door shut ‘and locked it. Seagrue threw him- selt viclously against it. The lock held, but she must get away at once, There house and she ran into the frelght room. Seagrue had snatched un 2 stone. He reached the operator’s window only to see Helen, who had sprung through the freight house window, running up the track. He fol lowed her at top speed. Intent on escap- ing, she gave no thought to where she was running; It was only to get away from her hated enemy and save whut 8'ic had so hardly regained. Helterskelter through a grove of scattered oaks Will he on she ran, until breath and stremgth were deserting her, but at every turn her de- tested pursuer was fast upon her heels. Between his lunging footfalls she could hear his panting threats, and the clear- ness of the night gave her little chance to elude his savage pursuit. She realized she was running across what had been her own father's great estate, The ocean spread suddenly below her. She had reached Signal bay and the precipitous clifts that frowned high above it. Like a frightened fawn she ran up the rocks and down only to hear Seagrue breathing maledictions close behind and with the distance steadlly lessening between her and tain capture. Brought at last to bay she darted down the cliffs to find a hiding place. Not a nook or cranny fered a hope of concealment and a mis step where she ‘rod meant certain death Panting and bewlldered she heard Sea grue climbing down the ledgeo on which she had found a narrow foothold. Her escape was cut off and Scagrue descerded triumphantly toward her. She warned him back. Give me that blue print he shouted with an oath. ‘Keep away from me,” Helen panted “You're a wretch. I'll never give to to you. T'll die first. Don't you dare come down here. 1'll drag you over the cliff if T have to go over myself Nothing daunted, he came on. There was but one chance left to get away and, unhesitating, she took it. Turning, just when he thought he had her in his power she sprang from where she stood on the edge of the precipice far out over the ocean below. He stood spellbound. She struck with a great splash. At no great distance from where she had plunged into the bay a speed launch lay at anchor. Helen recognized the boat; it "had, in truth, once been her own, and she had named it The Spider water. It belonged now to the owners | of her father's estate, but she believed she might borrow It once more. Sea- grue, impotent with rage, und following her down the shore, saw her reach the launch and climb resolutely up over the gunwale. Shaking herself like a duck, and with- out losing a minute, Helen spread the wet blue print out on the deck, broke the motor lock and turned the launch engine over. She knew the moter well it was & powerful’ Loew Victor, and after She! that | | fringed the hills above the sea, on and on | the power that could be got out of his motor, actually held for a time abreast of it. Helpless with rage, he saw the last car pulling gradually past and, furious at being balked, he stood up on the seat and as the car Grew past him, ho jumped over the rail and landed on the observation platform. Helen was pushing the launch toward Oceanside. The ocean below the bay laps almost the edge of the railroad track, and her heart sank as she looked back and saw - the night traln tearing up the track and | rapidly overhauling her. 1Instinct told her that Seagrue would somehow hoard that train in an offort to get to the city first. - As the engine drew nearer, she picked up a pair of glasses and lovellng them on the cab { discovered George Storm on the right |side. She waved a signal flag fran- tleally at him, but his eyes were glued on the track ahead. Then, as If by an inspiration, she seized the cord of the code signaled for help. BStorm turned his head and looked back questioningly along his train; then up at his own whistle, The signaling continued and his attention was finally launch, now dropping behind the train. Helen caught up her signal flag again. In a flash he recognized her,' and calling his fireman over, thoy listened to her appeal, “Glve me paper, penc'l,” shouted Storm, as he whut off the throttle and listened to the long and short toots that re- echoed in jeerky succession from the sur- face of the sea against the towering cliffs and through the flying cab. torn from a pad, Storm scratched out the slgnals ‘Have survey, Seagrue on your train. Delay so T ean reach Oceanside first “HBELEN." The engine whistle shrieked his answer | to her eager cars “Something wrong with engine al ready."” X The fireman, learning the truth fron Storm, tried to persuade him, whatever happened, not fto delay the train. It would cost Storm, he urged, his job. What's the job to me?’ demanded Storm, applying the alr and bringing up the train with a folt Heagrue had made his way into the coach. e summoned the conductor, and being known, was accorded every courtesy. But the race was now first on his mind, and when he heard the brakes grinding, and running back on the plat- form, saw fire screaming from the wheels, he called the conductor, demand ing to know the cause of the stop. Going forward together for an explanation, tk two men found Storm under his engir with wrench and hammer, while in tt distance Seagrue could see the Spider- water cutting the waves like foamin glass and slipping away to where a stormy directors’ meeting was in session at Oceanside, and Rhinelander was in the fight of his life to prevent summary | action being taken to stop the cut-off work. In vain he showed Helen's telc gram, which had come In time to rescue hini from complete defeat. But S henchman, Capelle, connlving with the dlsaffected clement in the directorate was pushing a vote with every prospect of success the resolution to stop work “What have we got to go on”' he de manded, facing Rhinelander down. “Y¥¢ know as well as 1 do we are throwing iundreds of thousunds into & project ab- futely uncertain. You offer a telegram What good is the telegram? | Beside the engine of the Limited the | conductor and Beagrue were volleying rp and suspicious questions at the man. He told, reluctantly, of the | mysterious launch and of Storm's ex- change of signals. No more was needed to infuriate Seagrue, who now understood | the connivance, Storm crawled out from under the engine and Reagrue met him with an abusive epithet. The stalwart engineman promptly knocked him down | The crew dragged the two men apart |and the conductor ordered the fireman to take the Limited In, Storm, wita lm‘“‘ arms, refusing to lend further a \r whistle at her hand and In the Morse | drawn to the | On a leaf, | AUTHOR OF “WHISPERING SMITH,” “THE MOUNTAIN DIVIDE,” “STRATEGY OF GREAT RAILROADS,” ETC. COPYRIOHT, 1913, BY FRANK H. SPEARMAN.' But despite his stubbornness the big train pulled into Oceanside Just Helen stepped from the deck of th launch to the dock. She ran all survey in hand, A taxicab and way up the eaplanade, to wheré she could eated drove b d for the Tidewater bullding. | There ahe o | by two men—Seagrue and an officer. Sea grue pointed to Helen There she | There are the documents she stole—in | her hand. Arrest her Refore Helen could collect her senses, | the officer had seized h and Beagrue | had snatehea the survey | “Stop,” she cried, “that is my property | stolen from my father. I, not he. am its rightful owner!" | While she protested, stormed and wept | tears of humiliation and anger, Seagrun was producing papers to convince the slow-witted official that the survey be |longed to him and that Helen was the thief. In spite of all she could say, he won out Upstalrs the directors were closing their protracted session, Rhinelander vainly trying to hold them together until his ally should appear. The sound of an opening door raised his hopes. Helen rushed Into the room and hastened to his side. | “The survey—where fs ft?" reading bad news In her face. She told him of her battle—of how she | had been robbed at the very foot of what were once her father's stairs. he crled, spairing girl. “No matter. We know now who has our property, gentlemen. We'll get it yet." Capelle, laughing furtively, left the room to report to Heagrue. The chalr- man rapped for order, Rhinelander, tr) {Ing to comfort Helen, took her to her taxicab and they drove back to the launch together. Daze furlous at her misfortune, Helen met another surprise at the pler, Btorm, awaiting her return | Rhinlander put his arm around the de- | ere. helped her to alight from the taxi- eab. 8he could only regard him breath- essly. He laughed in his reassuring way: Its really 1" he sald to her, offering his hand. "1 m dlscharged—but I told thu sperintendent 1 might yet live lorg enough to discharg him. But I've » ighted only to be confronted | marine license and I'm going to run your { Inwnch 1 K to Signal Bay for you." His robust humor was infectious. With Storm at driver's wheel, they soon reached the offing in the launch and were discuseing the exciting events 'of the night when Helen's eyes fixed on the can- the vas covering the deck of the boat. It was on this she had laid the blue print to dry and the impression had been definitely transferred. She selzed her uncle’'s arm, pointed and explained Rhinelander, jerking a knife from his pocket, eut the canvass from the and | #howed it to Storm, who headed the launch in a great foaming circle back toward Oceanside. The directors were preparing to go homs when three half-crased people dashed into their room. Rhinelander, Helen and Storm told thelr story and showed their find. Excited in spite of themselves, the listeners crowded about the table. They | Inapected, objected and argued. The evi- dence was indisputable and the chairman | called the meeting to order and asked {its sense. Sympathy for the plucky daughter of their old president was per- haps not wanting fn influencing their action; at all events, almost before Helen oould realize it was being done, a reso- | lution declaring thelr support should net be withdrawn, was put and carried. Bowers, the chairman, clinched his own foelings by catching Helen's hands and | congratulating her. Seagrue—pleased with what he believed | his escape from a serious complication— | was bound for his camp on a returning train, | Helen, with Rhinelander and Storm, was again aboard the .launch. They were speeding contentedly back to Signal Bay. l (To Be Continued.) The Woman | Does By PEGGY SBOOTT. First be cheerful. Yours is not the hardest part in the world, although it's pretty bad sometimes. It's much worse, (really, to go out and seek your Nving. Every day is a struggle; even {f you've got the work you must be one better than someone else And there are women who have work to- day, but can't be sure of it tomorrow. And they are not charwoman, More- over, you have the satisfaction of know- ing that you are of use In the world; every stroke of work you do, every stitch you put In counts “They couldn’t do without me,” you say to yourself, and truly. The girl out in the world wonders sometimes what she Is for. It is mot quite satisfactory to be told that you are bullding your own soul; & woman somehow wants to bulld someone else's, That you can do. You are autocrat in your own home, the Mary"” and the “Martha" too. Then be practical. It is surprising the number of women who are not. It you've got to do your own work you | must sult yourself to the necessities of the case. You wouldn't have a servant who did her work any way, therefore be as strict with yourself, A little method goes a long way. Map out your work and stick to it. Likewise, dress for the part. A short skirt, a neat blouse and a big apron are necessities, Now, facing the day with a stout heart |and a workable plan, be patient, Things are certaln to go wrong some- times or other. Children will be chil- dren, and tradesmen are bound to live up to thelr reputation. 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