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COMPLETE INDEX

FOR

VOLUME XII

June to September, 1910

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175 FIFTH AVENUE

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Index for Volume XII.

SERIALS.

HEART OP THE NORTH. A (Parts III, IV, V. VI) PRESIDENT OF THE LINE (Parts II. Ill, IV, V) - ON SHORT TIME (Part I) -

MAN WHO WASN'T GAME, THE (Parts I. II. Ill) WITHOUT LIGHTS (Parts IV, V, VI) -

George Van Schaics John Wellsley Sanders Hokac e II. IIeki: William S. Wright - J. Aubrey Tyson

36. 365. 502. 749

101. 29S, 461. 70-->

- 603

- 219. 411, 657

- 175. 331, 559

SHORT STORIES.

ALMOST A MURDERER

B. B.. THE WEATHER WIZARD (Illustrated) BEYOND THE DRIFTS (Illustrated) BILL GETS DOUBLE-HEADED BILLY'S UNAVOIDABLE DELAYS - BIOGRAPH BANDITS, THE (Illustrated) BOGLIP'S CANINE PARTY ... -

BRICKS THAT WENT C. O. D., THE (Illustrated) BUCEPHALUS. THE AVENGER (Illustrated) - CARD ON THE BEAM. THE (Illustrated) COFFIN VARNISH ------

COMBUSTIBLE LIMITED, THE CORNER IN COYOTES, A (Illustrated) -

DEFENDING THE PASS

ENGINE'S LEAP, THE

GOAT DEGREE, THE

GOLD COUPLER, THE

GONE MAD WITH THE HEAT HOLD-UP ON HOG MOUNTAIN, A - LAW AND THE FACTS, THE -

LURE, THE

MOVING THE " MOVERS " - NAILING NINETY-FOUR (Illustrated) RUNNING A BLAZER ON HAGAN (Illustrated)

SISTER (Illustrated)

SMOKE'S LOST INDEPENDENCE (Illustrated) STEALING AN ARMORED TRAIN (Illustrated) TAMING BAD BILL GOODE (Illustrated) UNDER THE ENGINE (Illustrated) - VALHALLA IN THE HILLS (Illustrated) WALWORTH, THE SNOB (Illustrated) - WHEN THE BOOMER BEAT IT WHEN O'DONNELL STOOD PAT (Illustrated) WHY HUTTON HATED BATS (Illustrated)

George H. Fellows 444

Emmet F. Harte 586

J. R. Stafford ---.... 692

F. H. Richardson 97

George Foxhall 722

Henry II. Tinkham - 355

C. W. Beels ---.... 249

Irwin Thomas - - - - - - - 111

Edward C. Fellowes ------ 69

Nevil G. Henshaw 127

Cy Warman o5.">

Augustus Wittfeld ---... 499

R. K. Culver 712

Katharine Eggleston ..... 409

Merritt Crawford 541

Augustus Wittfeld ------ 622

Augustus Wittfeld ------ 234

Edgar Franklin -.-... gj

Augustus Wittfeld ------ oi

J. R. Stafford ---.... ggg

Roland Ashford Phillips .... 4*9

J. L. James ------- 14s

Robert Fulkerson Hoffman - 203

Robert Fulkerson Hoffman - :;97

Emmet F. Harte 423

Horace II. Herr ----... 319

Frederick J. Liesmann ----- 273

Emmet F. Harte --.... 305

F. H. Richardson ...... 523

Emmet F. Harte 15

Robert T. Creel ---... 265

W. H. Wilcox ------- 677

Marion Patten Lindsley - . - - - - 738

Robert Fulkerson Hoffman .... iqq

SPECIAL ARTICLES

BEST-TAILORED INDIVIDUAL ON THE LINE, THE - FIRING A WORK OF BRAIN ------

FIRST RAILROAD ACROSS SOUTH AMERICA, THE - FLIGHT OF THE COYOTE SPECIAL, THE (True Story

No. 46) (Illustrated) -

FOUNDER OF THE C. P., THE (Illustrated) - GREATEST BATTLE-SHIP IN THE' WORLD, THE - HANDLING 1200 TRAINS A DAY ----- HELP FOR MEN WHO HELP THEMSELVES -

No. 32. The Roundhouse Foreman - - - -

No. 33. The Master Mechanic -

So: 34. The Superintendent of Motive Power HERALDRY OF THE RAILROADS (Illustrated) JAMES H. LAWRENCE. OLDEST RAILROAD WAGE- EARNER (Illustrated)

JOYS OF THE RAILROAD JOKER (Illustrated) - LETTERS OF AN OLD RAILROAD MAN AND HIS SON.

No. 7. There are Several Earthquakes -

LIGHT RUNS ON THE READING

LOCOMOTIVES WHILE YOU WAIT

LOST AND STOLEN CARS

MAKING RAILROAD TRAVEL SAFER - - - -

MAKING UP LOST TIME - ------

MALLET AND HIS INVENTION (Illustrated) -

Robert Fulkerson Hoffman E. A. Spears George W. Grant

Nathan E. Burke - - , Richard Maxwell Winans

Herman Da Costa Dean Van Der Veer Arno Doscii Pearson Macintosh A. H. Smith John Walters - Arno Dosch

673 99

281

C. E. Van Loan ------- 342

Arthur B. Reeve ...... 75

Arthur B. Reeve --.... 431

T. S. Dayton - 36I

Robert H. Rogers.

-'■••- - - 151

- 256

516

George Foxhall ------- 25

301 577

144 474 405 169

481

64

767

768

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SPECIAL ARTICLES— Continued.

MASCOTS OF THE RAIL (Illustrated) - NERVE IN THE TOWER (True Story No. 48) (Illustrated) NEW HOME OP THE NEW YORK CENTRAL, THE (Il- lustrated) -....---. OBSERVATIONS OF A COUNTRY STATION - AGENT

(Nob. 25, 26, 27, 28) (Illustrated) - OLD-TIMER TALES.

No. 5. The First Locomotive Race - - ■ -

No. 6. The Evil Genius of the SS8 -

No. 7. Small Beginnings of Big Railroads - • ONE MAN'S WRECK RECORD (True Story No. 45) (Il- lustrated)

PINKERTON DAYS ON THE LAKE SHORE (Illustrated) PIONEERS OF THE CANADIAN PACIFIC - RAILROAD MEN WHO ARE MEMBERS OF CONGRESS

(Illustrated)

RIDDLE OF THE GAGE, THE ------

SAYING " GOOD-BY " ON THE 8 (True Story No. 47)

i (Illustrated! -

SCIENCE OF RATE-MAKING. THE .... TAKING ORDERS FROM DEATH (Illustrated) - TEN THOUSAND MILES BY RAIL (Illustrated) -

No. 1. The Dramas of Dixie Land - - -

No. 2. More Dramas of Dixie Land

No. 3. The " G. A. R." South of the Potomac -

No. 4. S«ne Railroad Girls I've Met - TO TRANSIT IMPROVEMENTS IN THE CITY OF NEW

YORK — $6.000,000,000

TOLD IN THE ROUNDHOUSE (Illustrated) -

TOLD IN THE SMOKER - -

WHEN RULES WERE SCARCE

WHY THE STEAM LOCOMOTIVE WILL STAY

WITH THE BOYS OF THE NORTHWEST

WITH THE VETERANS OF THE ERIE (Illustrated) -

Walter Gardner Peter Mulligan -

193 634

Stephen Angus Cox J. E. Smith

- 212

I

52, 226, 435, 625!

C. F. Carter Arno Dosch Arno Dosch

Sam Henry John H. Paine John Walters

Charles Frederick Carter

108] 3.->l 698

135 605 613

3*5 717

John Walters .- - - - - - - 533

Thaddeus Stevens ...... 313

Peter Mulligan ---.... 2.86

GlLSON WlLLETS.

1

237

545

726

E. L. Bacon ----... 529

Walter Gardner Seaveb .... 450, 647

Olin Crawford ---... 495. 687:

E. A. Spears - - - - - - 280

Robert H. Rogers - - - - - - 595!

M. G. Roche 745

Peteb Mulligan - - - - • - - 85,

VERSE AND DIVERSE.

AT A RURAL TICKET-WINDOW - BEYOND THE LIMIT (Poem) - BY THE LIGHT OF THE LANTERN GORGE, THE (Toem) - - - -

LURE OF THE RAILS, THE (Poem) ON MARSHALL PASS (Poem) - RAILROAD EATING-SHACK, THE (Poem) RAILROAD MAN'S BRAIN TEASERS, THE SUNNY SIDE OF THE TRACK, THE VOICE FROM THE OFFICE, A (Poem) -

George Augustus Fulton Bessie Bardsley

Florence Johns Leslie Curtis Cy Warman Bessie Bardsley

119,

J. Edward Hungebford

- 602

- 594 268, 419, 682

- 528

- 218

- 34 .... 55§

- 184, 376, 570, 758 - 185, 377

- 14

MISCELLANEOUS.

" AH, THOSE WERE THE DAYS " - - - - 460 BILL NYE'S RAILWAY PASS ----- 403 BRONZE INSTEAD OF BRASS - - - - - 312

CAB WINDOW FOR NIGHT RUNS, A - - - 480

CAR WITH A FIREPLACE, A - 664

CLASSIFICATION OF LOCOMOTIVES - - - 480

CONCRETE TIES ON THE SANTA FE - - - 488

COUNTRY WITH ONE RAILROAD, A - - - 710

DISINFECTING PASSENGER-CARS - - - 691

DON'T BUY A TICKET ON THIS LINE - - - 60

DOUBLE-TRACK THE SANTA FE - - - - 183

ENGINEER CENTENARIAN, AN - - - - 711

ENGINEER RHYMESTER, AN 211

FASTEST THING ON WHEELS, THE - - . - 248

GOATS OF THE U. P., THE 697

GOVERNMENT MEALS. 75 CENTS - - - - 202

GRADE CROSSINGS ARE DISAPPEARING - - 354

GROWTH OF PENSION SCHEMES - - - - 13

HATS AND BAGGAGE-CARS 68

HE TOOK THE TICKETS - - - - - - 49S

HOW THE RAILWAY EARNINGS OF 1909 WERE

DISTRIBUTED (Illustrated) - " IMMORTAL J. N\. THE " INTERNATIONAL RAILROAD BOARD - JUST BENT A LITTLE - KEEPING THE CAR RECORDS

LONG SHAVE. A

MODERN STATION RULES MOVING A VILLAGE BY RAIL MOVING AUTOS BY RAIL MOVING-PLATFORMS FOR NEW YORK - NEW CLEVELAND TO BUFFALO RECORD NEW MALLET 2-0-6-2 TYPE (Illustrated) NEW MALLET COMPOUND

- 418

- 50

- 737

- 110

- 126

- 33

- 96

- 064

- 443

- 84

- 449

- 537

- 757

WHY THE CHIEF CLERK

NOVEL SCHEME ON THE ERIE - , . - 147

ODD LOCOMOTIVE, AN 612

ON THE EDITORIAL CARPET - - 187, 379, 571, 759

ON THE MAIN LINE ------ 467

" ORPHAN " OF THE " KATY " SYSTEM, THE - 125

PATENTS AND THEIR COST 143

PENNSY INSTRUCTION CARS - - - - - 304

PLEA FOR THE PILOT, A - - - - - 522

POWER FOR THE GREAT NORTHERN - - - 75

PRESERVING RAILROAD TIES - - - - 621

RACE TO COME IN LAST - - - - - 557

RAILROADING IS HEALTHFUL .... 460

RAILROAD FISH PLANTING 672

RAILROAD SCHOOL OF MANNERS - - - 110

RAILROADS TO TAKE UP FARMING - - - 341

RAILWAY CLERKS' ORGANIZATION - - - 63

RIGHTS OF A SHIPPER 75

RISKS LIFE TO SAVE CHILD 217

SAFE-GUARDING OFEN COAL-CARS - - - 494

SCHOOL FOR STOKERS, A 292

SIMPLIFY RAILROAD LANGUAGE - - - . - 118

STEAM-ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE, A 459

STEAM-ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVES - - - - 159

STORM-GUARD FOR ENGINEERS - - - - 601

SWIFT BUSINESS 204

TELL-TALE THAT IS POPULAR, A - - - 350

THIRD OLDEST PENNSY EMPLOYEE DEAD - - 330

TIE FARMS FOR THE PENNSYLVANIA - - - 230

TORPEDO BLOCK SYSTEM 757

TRAIN DESPATCHING BY TELEPHONE - - - ;ii»

TRANSPORTING MISCHIEF 51

TREE BLOCKS TRAINS TWO DAYS - - - .'!> :

UPSETTING OLD BAGGAGE THEORY - - 7

WHAT'S IN A RAILROAD? 169

LAUGHED - - - 264

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CONTENTS FOR JUNE

SERIALS.

A Heart of the North. Part III George Van Schaick .

President of the Line. Part II .. . John Wellsley Sanders

Without Lights. Part IV J. Aubrey Tyson . .

SHORT STORIES.

Valhalla In the Hills. (Illustrated.) Emmet F. Harte . .

A Hold-Up on Hog Mountain Augustus Wittfeld . .

Bucephalus, the Avenger. (Illustrated.) Edward C. Fellowes .

Gone Mad with the Heat Edgar Franklin .

Bill Gets Double- Headed F. H. Richardson . .

The Bricks That Went C. O. D. (Illustrated.) .... Irwin Thomas .

The Card on the Beam. (Illustrated.) Nevil G. Henshaw

Moving the "Movers." J. L. James ....

Why Hutton Hated Bats. (Illustrated.) Robert Fulkerson Hoffman

SPECIAL ARTICLES.

Ten Thousand Miles by Rail. No. I. The Dramas of

Dixie Land. (Illustrated.) Gilson Willets .

Heraldry of the Railroads. (Illustrated.) George Foxhall .

Observations of a Country Station- Agent. No. 25. (Illus- trated.) J. E. Smith . .

Mallet and His Invention. (Illustrated.) Arno Dosch. .

The Founder of the C. P. (Illustrated.) Arthur B. Reeve

With the Veterans of the Erie. (Illustrated.) .... Peter Mulligan .

Firing a Work of Brain E. A. Spears .

Old-Timer Tales. No. 5. The First Locomotive Race . C. F. Carter

One Man's Wreck Record. True Story. No. 45. (Illus- trated.)

Letters of an Old Railroad Man and His Son. No. 7.

Help for Men Who Help Themselves. No. 32. The

Roundhouse Foreman Robert H. Rogers

Lost and Stolen Cars Pearson Macintosh

VERSE AND DIVERSE.

A Voice from the Office. (Poem.) J. Edward Hungerford

On Marshall Pass. (Poem.). . Cy Warman ....

By the Light of the Lantern

The Railroad Man's Brain Teasers

Sam Henry . Herman Da Costa

MISCELLANEOUS.

Growth of Pension Schemes 13

A Long Shave 33

"The Immortal J. N." ....... 50

Transporting Mischief *• 51

Don't Buy a Ticket on This Line ... 60

Railway Clerk's Organization 63

Hats and Baggage-Cars 68

Rights of a Shipper 75

Power for the Great Northern .... 75

Moving- Platforms for New York .... 84

Modern Station Rules. " George Primrose " 96

Just Bent a Little 110

Railroad School of Manners Simplify Railroad Language .... The " Orphan " of the " Katy " System Keeping the Car Records. F. W. Eder

Patents and Their Cost

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Ten Thousand Miles by Rail.

BY GILSON WILLETS, Special Traveling Correspondent of "The Railroad Man's Magazine.

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The first of the series comes from Dixie — the sunny Southland — where the life of the railroad man is just as strenuous as in the northern climes. There is, of course, a common similarity in all railroad yarns, but there is no railroad yarn without its gripping, blood-tingling quality.

These from the Southland have, besides, the real Dixie-land flavor.

No. 1— THE DRAMAS OF DIXIE LAND.

The Missing $43.70 — Saving the Commander — "Red" Bourbon's Mis- take— An Ancient Ticket — Bob Weaver's Little Protege — The Face in the Window.

J^HE lone night-operator at the January 19, we will garnishee your

little Norfolk and Western wages, now in the hands of the Norfolk

station at Elkton, Virginia, and Western."

opened his cash - drawer, The operator looked at his calendar,

counted the money, and en- The date was January 18, 1910.

tered the sum in a cash- Just then the station door opened, and

book. The amount that he recorded was in came the girl.

$43.70. "So glad you've dropped in, Nell,"

He was hardly more than a boy. said the operator. " I've something for

He looked at the clock. " Nearly you." On the girl's finger he slipped.

eight," he murmured. " Nell should be a silver ring, representing a snake with

here now." an imitation emerald for an eye.

Then he took a letter from his pocket, The girl said: " Is this an engage-

and read: "Unless you pay this bill by ment-ring, Harry? A real one?" 1 R R i

THE RAILROAD MAN'S MAGAZINE.

" No. I will get you a real one some day in the near future." " How soon? " " Oh, pretty soon."

The girl departed, and the operator lighted a cigarette and puffed nervously. Ten o'clock came, and eleven and twelve and one. His key had ceased to click. There would be no more trains till 2.20, when No. 83, freight, would pass. The operator settled down to read " The Rail- road Robber's Revenge."

Here ends the first act of this particu- lar melodrama of the Dixie rails. Now for the second act.

That same morning, at 2.30, the men in the despatcher's office in the headquar- ters building of the Norfolk and Western at Roanoke were working and yawning at the same time, bored by the eternal round of the usual.

Of a sudden, however, the unusual happened — and the chief operator let. loose a laugh that went through the open window, and was heard by the watchman up in the " crow's-nest," or signal-tower, that was hung up on the foot-bridge over the network of tracks that ran by the headquarters building.

" Listen to this," cried the chief oper- ator to the other boys. " It's from Dave Chester, conductor of No. 83. He wires : 'Train delayed; untying operator.' " The boys laughed uproariously. " What station? " one asked. " Elkton."

This ends the second act. Now for the third.

The Retired Officer Talks.

It was my first morning "in Roanoke — January 19, 1910. On my arrival the night before, it took only five minutes to discover that every third man in Roanoke was a railroader; that the Norfolk and Western had a monthly pay-roll of over $200,000; that the N. and W. shops ex- tended for two miles down the tracks; that the N. and W. owned about every- thing in sight, including the hotel in which I was staying ; that the hotel was filled with officers of the N. and W., and with traveling men who wanted to sell things to the N. and W. ; and that rail- road stories would begin coming my way the moment I turned myself loose.

At breakfast that first morning, in the hotel dining-room, I found myself at the table with General Passenger Agent Be- vill, two officers of the supply department, two travelers who wanted to sell things to the supply department, and a retired N. and W. officer.

When all had left the table, save the retired officer and myself, he suddenly said :

" Did you happen to be awake about 2.30 last night, suh?"

"No. Why?"

" Well, if you had, suh, you would have heard a mighty powerful heap of laugh- ter going on across the way in the des- patcher's office. You see, they received a despatch from a freight-train conductor, Dave Chester, from down at Elkton on the Shenandoah division, saying : ' Train delayed; untying operator.' " ' " What's the joke? " I asked.

'Twas no Joke.

" 'Tain't no joke, suh. That conduc- tor wasn't jokin'. The operator, suh, was really tied, and he really had to be un- tied. For about ten minutes the whole thing was a mighty powerful, deep, dark mystery — to the despatchers across the street here.

"Then, in came . details. No. 83, freight, it seems, was crawlin' up to Elkton station on - time at 2.20 this morning. The engineer was expecting to go past the station without stopping, as usual, for there is seldom anything to stop for at that little place. But what did the engineer find? He found the semaphore set against him. So he stopped, then he and Conductor Chester went into the station to see what was up."

Here the retired railroader stopped to pour a lot of maple-sugar over his corn- pone, and in impatience I asked :

" Well, what did they find? "

" In the station, suh, they found the operator tied with rope to the semaphore- levers and a mail-bag over his head, suh."

"Robbers?"

" Yes, suh. Two of 'em, with guns. They got the drop on the operator about one o'clock in the morning, shoved the mail-bag over his head, and tied him to the semaphore-levers. Then they broke open the cash-drawer, rifled it, and got

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away. The operator lay there tied like that for an hour and a half. Conductor Chester untied him, and then resumed his run. And there you are, suh."

" Did the robbers get much money? " " Forty-three dollars and seventy cents, suh. But Joe Funk is already on the job. He'll get those robbers in no time." " Who's Joe Funk? A detective." " Yes. One of Bill Baldwin's lieuten- ants. You've heard of Bill Baldwin, haven't you? "

Joe Funk on the Job.

" Yes. He's the Norfolk and West- ern's chief sleuth,. and one of the most famous railroad detectives in the South."

" Right you are, suh. And his lieuten- ant, Joe Funk, is not a man to fall down on a little job like this. You may look for Joe Funk nabbin' those Elkton Sta- tion robbers in about twelve hours from now. I tell you that. Mornin', suh." .

So ended the third act. Now for the fourth.

Joe Funk appeared sud- denly in Elkton. To sev- eral and sundry of the vil- lage he put this question: "Did you see any strangers hereabouts last night? "

The answer was invari- ably a negative.

Joe Funk visited the sta- tion, looked sharply at the operator when the operator was not looking at Funk. And Funk made this mental note: "Operator's eyes close together. Can keep a se- cret."

Then he looked carefully around the station, finally making these further men- tal notes : " Operator a ciga- rette fiend, and reads dime- novels such as ' The Rail- road Robber's Revenge.' And there's a girl named Nell."

Ten days passed, and not a sign of Joe Funk in Elk- ton in all that time. The operator continued on his job. If any clue to the identity of the robbers had

been found, it had not been made known to any one.

Suddenly, however, on the morning of February 1, 1910, Joe Funk loomed up at the Elkton Station and conversed with the operator something like this :

At the Bottom.

" You've been buying things on credit — trinkets and such things — at Martins- ville and Rocky Mount. Your creditors threaten to garnishee your wages. You owe a lot of money. Now, my boy, if you should pay forty-three dollars and seventy cents on account, it would ease you up a whole lot, wouldn't it? "

The young operator looked at the de- tective a moment with an inscrutable smile, then said :

" Yes, it would."

" Well, then, son, pay me that forty- three-seventy and get eased up."

This ends the fourth act. Now for the fifth and last.

IS THIS AN ENGAGEMENT RING, HARRY ? "

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DID YOU SEE A

MAN DROP A LETTER IN YOU YESTERDAY ? "

That same night, at dinner, I sat in the hotel dining-room at Roanoke, when the retired N. and W. officer joined me, say- ing:

"Joe Funk is back, suh."

" Back from where? " I asked. " Oh," I added, " that Elkton-operator-tied-to- semaphore case? "

" Yes, suh. It's a closed incident now. You see, there were no robbers. The operator put the mail-bag over his head with his own hands and tied himself to the semaphore-levers. And Joe is back with the operator's written confession and the forty - three - seventy in cash. And there are four reasons for that operator's fall, suh — just four. They are cigarettes, dime-novels, debts, and girl."

I should add here, parenthetically, that Roanoke was my fifth stop on my

fourth trip across and around the conti- nent as correspondent for The Railroad Man's Magazine. My present ten- thousand-mile-story-gathering tour of the railroads began with a southward flight of 1,300 miles to Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington, and thence through Dixie-land. That flight included thirteen stops. At these stopping- places the railroad boys kind- ly contributed to my note- books the dramas, melodra- mas, and comedy-dramas here related. For the sake of " law and order/' I will relate these yarns in the geographical sequence in which they were told to me in my progress from New York to New Orleans.

At ten o'clock on a very hot morning in July, 1909, a taxi- cab pulled up in front of the Broad Street Station, Phila- delphia, at the entrance where the sign read: " General Of- fices, Pennsylvania Railroad." The passenger who alighted and, with a wave of his hand, returned the " Good morn- ing " of the doorman, was a commander of men, although he didn't look his sixty years. He carried two yards of height straight as a signal- r car, post, and two hundred weight

- of bone and ^esh with the grace of an athlete. In the corridor, while waiting for the elevator, he took off his straw hat and with it fanned himself. He had plenty of hair which, like his square-trimmed beard, was tinged with gray.

At the first floor he left the elevator and entered an office the door of which was lettered :

PRESIDENT.

Now, the commander described was too fine a man to perish by an assassin's hand, if it could be helped. At least, so thought the young man who now entered the president's office and stepped up to the great man's desk to say :

" Mr. McCrea, here's a letter needing the immediate attention of a detective."

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" Good morning, Derousse," returned the commander. " What's this? Why do you look so excited? "

Oswald Derousse was chief clerk to the president.

" It's addressed to you personally, sir," Derousse said; "and the writer swears he will blow the president of the Pennsylvania Railroad into kingdom come unless $45,000 is forthcoming as ransom for your safety. .He says he'll even go so far as to blow up Broad Street Station in order to get you."

"Anonymous?" snapped Mr. McCrea.

The Cool McCrea.

" Yes, sir. The writer says that, by ' way of answer, we must insert a per- sonal in the Richmond Times-Despatch, using a masonic sign for the purpose." Mr. McCrea took the letter and read:

This is a declaration of war. My life is openly staked on the result. I shall use dynamite.

Without reading further, he handed it to Derousse, saying :

" What postmark? "

" Burkeville, Virginia."

" On the Norfolk and Western? "

" Yes, sir."

" All right." He gave two short, in- cisive orders.

A few hours later, the gateman at track nine, at the Broad Street Station, closed the gate as the train on that track began pulling out for the South. Just then a small man with a big head, a bronzed face, and eyes like a hawk rushed up to the gateman and showed a badge. The gateman immediately reopened the gate, and the small man dashed through it, ran down the platform, and leaped aboard the rear car of the outgoing south-bound train.

" Bill," said the gateman to the attend- ant at the adjoining gate, " if that man was not Captain Bill Baldwin, it was his double."

Captain Bill Baldwin, if the man who caught that south-bound train were in- deed he, was small, as I have said. He had a big name as a railroad detective, and possessed a trigger finger much dis- liked by bad men in the South.

He was the head of the Baldwin De-

tective Agency, with headquarters at Roanoke, Virginia; and was, moreover, the chief of the secret service of the Nor- folk and Western Railway.

Closing In.

I repeat, if the small man who flew through the gate was indeed Bill Bald- win, then it was a fortuitous circum- stance that he happened to be in Phila- delphia that day when the threatening letter reached President McCrea's office. At Richmond, that same day, Post- office Inspector Bill Calvert received a telegram which caused him to secure a copy of the Richmond Times-Despatch the following morning and mark a cer- tain personal with a blue pencil. The personal contained a sign of a secret or- der.

At Burkeville, Virginia, two days la- ter, two small men interviewed a certain railway mail-clerk.

" Did you see a man drop a letter in your car yesterday?" the mail-clerk was asked. " Yep."

" You knew him? " " You bet ! " He named a man high up in Burkeville.

" What ! " exclaimed one of the inter- viewers. " Not that man ! You are sure? "

" Positive."

Twelve hours later, one of the two small men said to the other : " He's crazy."

" Not at all," said the other. " He's perfectly sane. He thinks he has a griev- ance against the Pennsy. His father owned some stock in a branch railroad down here which was reorganized through Pennsy influence, The man who mailed that letter fancies his father lost $45,000 as the result of the reorganiza- tion. No, it is not insanity. It's spite."

The Meeting.

A few days later the man high up in Burkeville received a letter from De- rousse, chief clerk to the president of the Pennsy, saying that his superior ac- ceded to the demand for $150 cash, and transportation to Philadelphia.

Next day, Derousse received a letter

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dated at Philadelphia in which the writer said he would meet Derousse at noon at the Broad Street Station, " ready for business." At noon, accordingly, a man stepped up to Derousse and said :

" I'm the man you expect. Are you ready for me? "

" Yes," promptly returned Derousse. " Come right over to the bank."

The chief clerk led the stranger to the Third National Bank, where he secured a certified check for $30,000 and prof- fered it to the stranger, saying that the railroad felt that $45,000 was exorbitant, but that it would stand for $30,000.

" No, I won't take that," protested the stranger. " You hold on to that money a while, however, till I make up my mind whether to let you off so easy."

But just then a pair of handcuffs were clamped on the stranger — by a post-office inspector, who said :

" Your honor is under arrest for send- ing threatening letters through the mail."

Derousse hastened to the office of the commander in chief of the P. R. R., and said :

" Mr. McCrea, you are safe from dyna- mite for some time to come."

"Who was the man?" the president asked.

" The mayor of Burkeville, Virginia,

sir."

Detective Bill Baldwin and Post-Office Inspector Bill Calvert adjourned to the nearest drug-store and ordered two ice- cream sodas.

A Certain Pay-Train.

A Baltimore and Ohio train, on a cer- tain night in September, 1864, pulled out of Washington, bound for some place west of Harper's Ferry, where a number of Federal regiments were mobilized. The train was carrying money to those troops. It was, indeed, a government pay-train, consisting of the pay-car and one coach drawn by the locomotive " Henry Clay." On board was a train- crew of seven men, including Breen, the engineer, also four government officers. They were armed to the teeth.

Toward midnight, with right-of-way over everything, the train was flying through one of the longest tunnels in the Alleghanies some forty or fifty miles

west of Harper's Ferry when, suddenly, Engineer Breen desperately signaled : "Down brakes!" The brakemen now nearly tore their arms out by the roots in twisting the brake-wheels.

The moment the train stopped every man aboard jumped off, each carrying either a Winchester or a revolver. Up head, Engineer Breen was seen talking to a young girl who carried a lantern and was gesticulating wildly.

" Come here quick, you fellows," shouted Breen, " and hear what this girl is telling me ! There is a plot afoot to wreck us ! The switch at the signal- shack at the other end of this tunnel has been set to derail us, and all of us not killed in the mix-up were to be murdered like dogs. The plan of the wreckers was to get the money we're carrying ! "

The girl then rapidly outlined her ter- rible experiences of the night.

The Missing Operator.

She said she was Jennie Garth, of Har- per's Ferry, a sister of Harry Garth, the signal and switch tender, who lived in the shack at the west end of the .tunnel. She had come down by rail that day from Harper's Ferry to see her brother. Arriving at the shack, she found that he was not at his pest.

Night fell, and Jennie waited for her brother. Ten o'clock came, and — still no Harry.

Meantime, Jennie resolved to flag the first train that came along and report her brother's absence, feeling certain that some ill-fortune had befallen him.

Of a sudden, she heard quick but stealthy footsteps outside, and a moment later two men, one old and the other young, bounded into the shack and came to a standstill, as if surprised.

" He's not here," the old man said, looking around the only room. He then stepped toward Jennie, a knife gleaming in Jiis hand.

Jennie, frozen with fear, could not ut- ter a word.

" No, dad," interposed the young man. " Remember your promise — no violence here. Leave the girl to me."

With that, the young fellow, who car- ried a coil of rope, seized Jennie and dragged her to the corner where the bed

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stood. It was a four-poster, and to one of the posts he lashed the girl. When the old man went to the door to peer out, the young man whispered j

He Confides.

" Keep still, gal. Don't ened. Keep your mouth

be fright- shut. My"

fright that she could hardly keep from sinking down, thus drawing the ropes cru- elly tight about her. For half an hour or more she steeled herself against attacks of faintness, and then — the young man re- appeared and blew out the lamp.

" I doubled on the old man," he panted. " He's- after me, so I must hurry. So must you, gal. My father has spiked the

"he's going to wreck the pay-train, and kill the crew,"

father has gone clean crazy. He's going to wreck the pay-train and kill the crew, and steal the money. But I'm go- ing to stop him."

" Come along," ordered the old man, turning to his son.

The son waited till the old man stepped out, then whispered to Jennie:

" Your brother is safe, gal. Don't •worry. He fell — up in the hills — and broke his knee-cap. 1 knew he wasn't here, but I wouldn't tell my old man."

With that the young man left the shack, following his father out into the night, and leaving Jennie so paralyzed with

switch, and I can't reset it. The pay-train is coming. You take a lantern, light it after you_get far inside the tunnel, and stop that train.

" Meantime, I'll let the old man get on my track again,, and while he is running after me you'll have a good chance to save the train."

To Save the Train.

He loosened the rope and Jennie "was free.

Out of the door dashed the young man. Jennie, realizing that the lives of the men

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on the pay-train were in her hands, sum- moned courage to obey the instructions given by the young stranger.

Carrying an uniighted lantern, she ran to the tunnel. When she had stumbled over the ties for a quarter of a mile she lighted the lantern — and waited.

Presently the headlight of a locomotive appeared at the far end. Jennie raised her lantern and waved it frantically, and, as I have told, the train stopped.

But even then, with the pay-train saved, the drama of the night was not ended.

Shots Are Fired.

* While the train still stood in the tunnel, and just as Jennie finished telling her story to Engineer Breen and the trainmen, and while the government men were form- ing plans to capture the old rogue, a wild shout was heard in the tunnel, and into the rays of the headlight dashed the young man. Next came a deafening report, and he fell, never to rise again. His father had killed him.

Then, with another blood-curdling shriek, the old maniac rushed into view, with his Winchester leveled at Jennie. At the same time, however, one of the train-crew fired, and down went the homi- cide. The man who fired the shot that saved Jennie Garth's life was Engineer Breen.

The crew took Jennie aboard, proceed- ed cautiously to the switch, unspiked it, left a brakeman in charge at 'the shack, and then went on to their destination.

The next day the pay-train carried Jen- nie back to Harper's Ferry. She was re- warded by both the B. and O. and the government with sums of money.

The old villain in the drama was a notorious character who, with his son, had lived for years in an almost inaccessible part of the Alleghanies. " Red " Bour- bon" he was called. His son's name was Jim. Poor Jim -Bourbon !

" Old Man " Whitney, sometimes called " Chi " Whitney, an old Baltimore and Ohio railroader of Baltimore, gave me these facts.

The heroine of the story, Jennie Garth, was then only seventeen years of age. "Old Man " Whitney said that when he last heard of her, in 1904, she was still living in Harper's Ferry, a spinster.

Train No. 4, from Pittsburgh, pulled into the station at Washington one morn- ing in November, 1908. The conductor, as he walked up the platform, chanced to meet a fellow-wielder of the ticket-punch, to whom he said :

" Jim, how long is a Penn ticket good for a ride? "

" Till midnight on date of issue, or as otherwise specified in contract printed on said ticket. At the most, thirty days," replied Jim.

" Then a ticket issued in the year of our Lord, 1869, wouldn't carry a passen- ger very far to-day, would it? "

" Not on your life."

" Well, look here." He handed Jim a ticket.

" Why," exclaimed Jim, " this ticket is thirty-nine years old! "

" Yes," assented the conductor of No.' 4, " I've figured that this ticket is about 14,235 days overdue."

" Well, what of it? You didn't carry a passenger on that worthless paper, did you? "

" That's just what I did, Jim. The Penn has smashed its own rule, regarding the time limit on tickets, to smithereens."

At the Broad Street Station, Philadel- phia, at nine-fifty-five in the evening, the head boss of the night force in the tele- graph department of the Pennsylvania Railroad received a message from Con- ductor Malloy, of No. 4. The message that was put on the wire at Johnston when Malloy's train, from Pittsburgh to Wash- ington, stopped there, read :

Passenger has tendered for transpor- tation ticket issued in 1869 by Louis- ville and Lexington Railroad reading : " Good for one first-class passage from Cincinnati, O., to Washington, D. C." Ticket so worn with age that had much difficulty in deciphering name of railroad. What shall I do? Answer to Johnston. Meanwhile will let the passenger ride.

A Puzzling Matter.

The boss telegrapher scratched his head. This plainly was a matter for the passenger department. But the heads of that department never work at night. What should he do? Finally, he went to the telephone and called up General Passenger Agent Boyd at his house, and

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to him read the con- ductor's odd message. " Why, that ticket is thirty - nine years of age ! " exclaimed Mr. Boyd. " How- ever, leave it to me. I'll let you know what to do. Good- by."

Mr. Boyd called up Passenger Traffic Manager Wood and explained all about the thirty-nine-year- - old ticket.

" But a railroad ticket of that sort is good only up to midnight on date of issue," said the P. T. M.

" Yes, rules is rules," quoth the G. P. A. " All the same, it ought to go into the museum," said the P. T. M.

" Yes, it should be put in a real nice frame," replied the G. P. A.

" Oh, well, leave it to me," finally said the P. T. M. " I'll let the telegraph man know."

He telephoned Colonel Barksdale, head of the publicity department.

" Leave it to me," said Barksdale to the P. T. M. " I'll let the telegraph man know. "

Meantime No. .4, in charge of Conduc- tor M alloy, was flying eastward. The train had left Pittsburgh at 8.33, and was pulling into Johnston at 10.51. Malloy rushed to the telegraph man, saying:

" Got a special message for me from Broad Street?" " Nope."

" Good Heavens ! "cried Malloy. "And that old man riding free ! All aboard ! " he shouted ; and then, in a lower tone : "Wonder why they don't answer? I've copped the ticket, anyway. It's the whole class. Don't dare punch it. I just can't let go of that ticket, yet I dare not let that passenger go on riding without orders. All aboard ! "

" Here ! " called the telegraph man. " Here's your answer."

Malloy simply devoured that message with his eyes. All it said was :

Honor the ticket.

Barksdale.

Barksdale ! " said Mallov to one of

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the brakemen as the train sped on. " What's he got to do with it? I know. He'll get the story in the newspapers. .Barksdale certainly is on his job night and day."

Believed in Education.

Bob Weaver, engineer of the Southern Railway, with a run in the " Land of the Sky," where the road drops south from Lynchburg, Virginia, and then up and over the stupendous Black Mountains and past Asheville, North Carolina, had a hobby.

It was education. He believed educa- tion to be a panacea for all the ills of all the " poor whites," mountaineers, hill- billies, moonshiners, and blockade-runners on his division.

Here is an example of how he would give his hobby exercise :

One day in the spring, of 1905 he was running his train, the Southern Express, through a notch in the mountains north of Asheville, where the road-bed winds along the side of the mountain a thousand feet above the valley.

He found a signal set against him, and was obliged to halt. He had to stop there fully two hours, during which time a number of the mountaineers and their families came down to the track to stare at the passengers seated at the windows. Among these was a young girl to whom Bob Weaver said \

" What's your name, gal ? "

"Nan Gibson."

"How old?"

" Fourteen."

" Go to school?"

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"No, sir. Ain't no school yereabouts to go to."

" Who's the kids with you? "

,: Them's mah little brothers and sis- ters."

" Father living? "

" Yes."

"Mother?"

" No. She's daid."

" And so you have to stay home and mother the family — is that it?"

" Yes, sir."

"Well, by hooky! It's wrong; all wrong. You should have an education. You'd know then how to take care of these kids all the better. You'd do your work easier-like. My name is Bob Wea- ver. But if I'd been named Andrew Car= negie, I'd turn you into an island, Nan, entirelv surrounded with books. Good-by, Nan."'

After that, every time Bob Weaver ran down through that notch way up in the air," with the mountain towering on one side and a sheer precipice of a thousand feet on the other, he would think of Nan Gibson with protesting thoughts against the fate that left her without an educa- tion.

Fine Place for a Wreck.

" And wouldn't this spot be a place for a wreck ! " Bob Weaver said one day to his fireman, as the train ran down through the notch.

" Guess yes," answered the fireman.

Then came a day in April, 1905 — some weeks after the meeting of Bob Weaver and Nan Gibson — when the Southern Express, at 11.30 in the morn- ing, was thundering and grinding down the mountain, and Bob Weaver gave a yell of alarm and jammed on the emer- gency.

On the track ahead stood a girl, wa- ving something red.

" It's that gal Nan Gibson," shouted Weaver, as his train came to a standstill. " And, by Heaven, look there ahead ! " he continued. " A rock slide ! A billion tons of rock and earth on the right-of- way."

Comprehending now the full signifi- cance of the presence of Nan and the red thing she had waved, and which proved to be her petticoat, Bob Weaver sprang

from his cab and ran to the girl, fol- lowed by his fireman and the train-crew and every man, woman, and child from the coaches and Pullmans.

How It Happened.

" You're an angel from heaven ! " cried Weaver, seizing the girl and lifting her in his arms, and holding her up so all the crew and passengers could take a look . at her.

" But for this gal," he shouted, " we'd probably all be lyin' a thousand feet be- low here, in the stream through the gorge, without further use for the Southern Railway."

The moment Weaver placed the girl on the ground, the women passengers swarmed around her. They hugged her and kissed her, and wept on her neck, and thanked her and blessed her.

" How'd it happen, Nan? " Bob Wea= ver asked.

" Ah was peelin' the 'tatoes fo' dinner," she said, " when Ah heard a awful noise like the mountain was crackin' open. Ah looked out of the do' and saw part of the mountain — rocks, trees, and all — slidin' down onto the railroad track; and I says to myself: 'An' it's train-time, too.' We ain't got no clock or watch into our house, but Ah knew by the sun that it was near time for this yere train. So Ah runs down yere and takes off mah skirt and flags you. That's all."

The passengers had taken up a collec- tion. They handed Nan a hatful of money.

" The money ain't no good to her with- out education," murmured Bob Weaver. Then he took Nan aside and said to her :

" Listen to your Uncle Bob, gal. You remember what I tell you. This contribu- tion is merely from the passengers as an expression of gratitude for savin' us-all from a wreck. But pretty soon a man from the Southern Railway will come down here to see you — 'cause my road ain't no slouch to forget to reward an act like yours.

Gave It to Dad.

" Now, when that man from my road comes here, Nan, you tell him that what you want is an education. Will you re-

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member, gal? Get that word on the brain — education. And leave your Uncle Bob to do the rest."

The wrecking outfit came and cleared away the " billion " tons of rock and trees and earth, and rebuilt the track.

Nan Gibson gave the hatful of money to her father, who promptly went down

" Nan, want a education?" the father asked, turning to his daughter.

" Education — that's the word." re- sponded Nan.

At the opening of the fall term of 1905, at the Normal Collegiate Institute, at Asheville, North Carolina, the girls poured in from all parts of the South,

EDUCATION — THAT'S THE WORD, RESPONDED NAN.

into the valley and bought a little cot- tage, and took Nan and the kids down there — and everybody was happy. Nan pronounced the word " education " every day — but still day after day passed, and no one from the Southern Railway put in an appearance.

In June, however — about five weeks ' after the greatest day in Nan's life — the " man from the Southern Railway " showed up.

He was a kind, soft-voiced man. and to Nan's father he said :

" My road wishes to reward your daughter for averting what might have been a terrible disaster — up there in the notch. We want to make the reward not only substantial, but permanent. Our engineer, Robert Weaver, in charge of the train which your daughter saved, has suggested to the company that we pay for your daughter's education at a seminary."

and one of them signed this name on the register :

" Nana Gibson."

The Southern Railway paid the bills.

And every time Bob Weaver drove the Southern Express through Asheville he would chuckle.

His Lonesome Night.

On the train that carried me from Roanoke to Natural Bridge I repeated the s'tory of the operatdr who tied himself to the semaphore-rods to a young man to whom I was introduced by Conductor Kirby. His name is Robert Hanson. He is an itinerant railroad telegrapher ; and my story brought out this one from my new friend. He said it would " go mine one better."

" The hero," said Hanson, " was a friend of mine, and I remember the de- tails as if it were yesterday.

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" At eleven o'clock on the night of De- cember 31, 1907, Ed Hutchison, agents operator for the B. and O. at Claring- ton, West Virginia, some twenty miles south of Wheeling, put some more coal in the stove, raked the fire down, and then watched the stove grow red in the face. A biting wind was sweeping down

HE SAW A FACE PRESSED TO THE PANES.

from the hill, and plenty of fuel was needed to keep the station warm. Ed Hutchison then responded to the click of his key for a while, wrote out some re^ ports, then paced up and down the office, stopping now and then to peer out into the night.

" He was lonesome. It was New Year's Eve, and he knew that many of the young folks of the town were assem- bling to watch the old year out and the new year in — a social occasion from which he was barred by duty. As he once again paced toward the window he saw a face pressed to the panes. It was a man's face, and it was bearded. Sud- denly it vanished i

" He rushed to the door and flew out to the platform. No one was in sight.

Was It a Hill-Billy?

" ' Queer,' he muttered, returning to the warmth of his office. ' Was that an apparition, or Avas it really the face of *the hill-billy and moonshiner known as "Stale Bread" Carney? Wonder what he's up to, loitering around here at this hour of the night ? '

" He dismissed from his mind the face he had seen at the window, and thought of another — a much lovelier face — the face of Bess Delisle, one of the prettiest girls in the town. - Ed Hutchison was only twenty — and with all the ar- dor of his youth he wished he might attend the ' watch- night party ' that Bess De- lisle was holding at her house. " The door- flew open, and in bounded three men, one of them covering Ed with a revolver. The men had ban- dannas over their faces. One, whose beard was not fully covered by the handkerchief, said to the operator :

" ' Open that safe, or you're a dead one ! '

" Ed had been edging to- ward the drawer in which lay his gun.

" ' None o' that ! ' com- manded the man with the be- traying beard. ' Step the other way — and open that safe ! ' " What could a boy of twenty do, in the power of three desperadoes, except comply with their demand? " Ed opened the safe.

The Mask Falls.

" The bearded robber, while one of his pals kept the operator covered, knelt in front of the safe and ransacked it till he found the money. In the course of this performance, however, the handkerchief covering his face fell off. With a quick look he saw, by the expression of the operator's face, that he was recognized.

" ' I'll fix you so you can't tell noth- in' ! ' he swore.

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" Without bothering to hide his face again, he sprang at the operator and struck him on the head with the butt of his gun, and Ed. Hutchison collapsed.

" The three men kicked over the stove, scattering the live coals over^the floor. Then they made their getaway.

" Meantime, up at Bess Delists house, a number of young folks were dancing and making merry generally, till sudden- ly some one announced that the hour of twelve was striking, ushering in 1908. Cow-bells, horns, and whistles combined in a deafening racket. Then a girl's voice was heard crying :

" ' Fire! The station's on fire! '

" It was the voice of the sweetheart of the man at the station — Bess-Delisle.

" Hastily seizing hats and wraps, the young folks sped out ef the house and toward the burning station, with Bess leading. *

" ' Ed Hutchinson is there all alone ! " she cried as she ran along.

" ' Hoy-yoy ! ' yelled the young men of the party as they passed each house on the way, thus arousing the inmates.

" The alarm spread, and by the time the party from Bess's house reached the station, a hundred townspeople had joined them, and all now got to work trying to save the building.

" Buckets were found, water was brought from the tank — but the volun- teer fire-fighters could see plainly that the holocaust was beyond control and the station was doomed.

"'But where's Ed?' called Bess De-

lisle. ' He must be inside the building. Why doesn't he come out ? '

" ' Yes, where's Ed? ' chorused the men of Bess's party. They smashed the door of the wareroom at the farther end of the station. They dashed into the build- ing through the smoke and flame — to emerge, a minute later, carrying the ap- parently lifeless form of Ed Hutchinson.

'"Ed! My Ed!' called Bess Delisle, bending over the operator as they laid him on the ground. 'Why, he's been hurt! 'she added. ' He's bleeding! Look! A gash in his head ! '

" Bess dipped her handkerchief into one of the useless buckets of water, and washed the blood from Ed's brow. And as she did so, Ed opened his eyes.

" ' Good-by, Bess,' he said. ' I'm going.'

*" ' No, no ! ' protested Bess. ' Tell us what happened,' she added.

" Ed Hutchison gaspingly outlined the story of what had befallen him. The men of the party yelled : ' Stale Bread Carney will pay for this ! When we find him, we'll lynch him! '

" ' The robbers thought, by firing the station,' one young man said, ' that Ed would be cremated, and we would never know what really happened.'

"'Ed! My Ed, don't go away!' sobbed Bess, as the operator finished his story, fell back and grew rigid.

" Five minutes later the biting wind was sweeping down from the hills around and around the living Bess Delisle, who lay on the ground with her lips pressed to" those of her dead sweetheart."

In the next issue, Mr. Willets will relate some more of the dramas of Dixie.

GROWTH OF PENSION SCHEMES.

WITH the beginning of the year iqio, 165,000 railroad employees have been added to the 500,000 in this country to whom pension plans already apply. This large in- crease is due to the action of the New York Central and Rock Island lines, which have announced the installation of pension de- partments.

Other roads are considering the plan.

The largest government report on the num- ber of railroad employees puts the total for the country at 1,672,074. Of these approxi-

mate 665,000 or about 40 per cent serve the roads which have pension systems.

Companies that now bestow pensions on employees are the New York Central, the Rock Island, the Pennsylvania; the Chicago and Northwestern, the Illinois Central, the Santa Fe, the Union Pacific, the Southern Pacific and its affiliated lines, the Lacka- wanna, and the Baltimore and Ohio, the Atlantic Coast Line, the Reading, the Jersey Central, and the Buffalo, Rochester and Pittsburgh.

A VOICE FROM THE OFFICE.

BY J. EDWARD HUNGERFORD.

HEN the air turns soft and balmy

And the birds begin to sing, When the winter old and haggard

Gives the right of way to spring, When the orchard trees are buddin' And the grass begins to sprout, Then I want to go a fishin'

In the brook for speckled trout.

Kinda get that " gappy " f eelin',

And just sorter want to shirk All my duties, for in springtime

It's no fun to be a clerk. And my gaze goes out the winder,

And my mind goes up the track, And I kinda wish that traffic

Was a little bit more slack.

Thus I slave from morn till evenin'

'Neath the chieftain's eagle eye; But them way-bills hold no interest

Makes no difference how I try, For a ripplin' brook keeps slippin'

'Twixt the paper and my pen, And I scare the fishes off, but —

They come swimmin' back again.

When the days begin to lengthen

Then I'm haunted by a hook, And I sit in vain a wishin'

I was fishin' in a brook. I can see the woods around me,

I can feel the fishes bite, When a voice says, "Look here, Willum,

This here bill ain't figgered right."

But I'll bet the chief has visions

Of a fish-hole now and then. For I've seen his eyelids droopin'

And I've seen him drop his pen — Then he'll sit up kinda jerky,

And he'll peel him off a chew, And he'll say, " Get busy, Willum,

There's a sight o' work to do."

"that street-flushing scheme was the real article."

VALHALLA IN THE HILLS.

BY EMMET F. HARTE.

How the Water- Power of the Perfect Town Proved One Too Many for Honk and Horace, Not to Mention the Capitalists.

^HE last roll of sod had been laid and soaked with water and the last posy-bed round- ed symmetrically at the western terminus of the P. and P., and Honk and yours of the clacking conversation sat gloomily silent in the medicine-house. Our work of parking the stations and beautifying the outlook for the long-necked hordes that travel was done.

Thoughtfully I inserted a record in our old comrade with the battered horn, and pulled the trigger. The tune was peculiarly fitting — it was something that went " Ta-ta, au rcroir, good-by ! "

" Not that ! " Honk groaned. " Ho, hum ! Not that ! Heigh - ho ! Ain't we just about the next thing to out of a job at this minute? What's your idea in playing that gruesome thing? "

" Excuse me," I said. " But then I've told you time after time that we were getting this work done too fast. We ought to have made it last a year longer at least. But you wouldn't listen. You're one of these ambitious lads that's got to do it all right at once—"

I paused as a shadow passed the win- dow. " Here comes Sad-eye ! " Samuel Dyer Collins, otherwise Sad-eye, was one of the operators at the Union Depot of- fice. He bore tidings addressed to Honk, which same I took and read :

Simpson, etc., come headquarters; bring car ; immediate, important.

Dade. Genl. Land and Immigration Agent.

"Hurrah and whoopee!" said Honk, after I. read it aloud. "Horace, I told

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you something would turn up for us. It never fails. I'm a mascot," and he slapped Sad-eye resoundingly on the back. " Trust to me; I'm It."

" Also something of a liar," I said. " You never told me any such a thing. Just a moment ago you were beefing about us being the next thing to out of a job. Hand back that plug of tobacco I gave you a half-hour ago, too, as soon as vou get around to it."

" Horace " — his tone was reproachful — " you're getting more exacting and pettish every day you live." With which he went out to attend to our being attached to first train east.

The trip back over the line was un- eventful; as unexciting a four days' jour- ney as you could wish to: take. Many points along the line recalled memories, though — Eagle Plume, where little Mack had found the gold-mine, which turned out a false alarm, after all ; Blue Butte, where our handiwork still stood an oasis in the surrounding desert, and other points that suggested scenes — comic, tragic, and otherwise. We flitted on,

landing at last, with a final screak and jar, in the big terminal-sheds of the Other End.

It was nearly noon when we arrived, so we cooked and annihilated a couple of dollars' worth of carte-blanche grub, as our old friend Willard at Rivervale calls short orders ; then, at peace with all the world and unafraid, we strolled up to Dade's office in the Burton Building, arm in arm.

The general land and immigration agent was in, and he wasn't near so big as his title. He was' one of those little, runty men that walk bow - legged and have bristles on the back of their necks ; with a voice that sounded like it needed dressing down on the emery-wheel. But he was loaded for us, and made his talk without any preliminaries other than a peculiar explosive husk-loosening he had.

" B'hum ! " he said. " I've heard about you J:wo, and I've seen a bit of your work along the -line. It looks good to me. I've prevailed on the company to let me have the benefit of your services for a while in the work of exploiting,

HURRAH AND WHOOPEE ! SAID HONK.

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improving, and colonizing our land hold- ings out in the Mystic Hills country. B'hum!" He finished with a resound- ing guttural, and waited; glowering at us like a pug dog with the asthma.

I looked at Honk, and Honk favored me with his regard. Then my old time- tested friend spoke, as was his wont :

" On behalf of Horace here, who is a great hand at the kind of work you men- tion, but won't admit it, we are yours to command," he said. " Spin on."

" B'hum ! " Dade detonated. " All right. The P. and P. owns a million acres or so between the Red River and the Sierras. Some of it's good, and some of it!s worse. It's all salable, and we can and will sell it.

" It's pretty dry out there, but we'll have to rustle some water some way. We're willing to spend some money on 'the project — a lot of money, in fact. B'hum ! The soil is — well, you know what it is, you've been to Blue Butte. I know what you fellows did there.

"Ever hear of a town called Arlene? No? It's out there in our tract; quite a town; a mile of brick buildings, opera- house, banks, stores, everything, and not a living soul in the town. Deserted; abandoned — b'hum!"

He waved a hairy hand airily, and con- tinued : " Want you fellows to go out there — it's twenty miles or so from Mil- lardsville, I believe. You can drive over — take a force of men with you, and put ^Arlene in shipshape. Slick her up, you know, and all that, ready for visitors.

" Then, I'll bring out a train-load or two of investors, and we'll auction off the town, and in the twinkling of an eye have a 'thriving city. Afterward we will throw open the surrounding country for settlement, induce the land-hungry pub- lic to come, and, coming, they will buy, settle, and remain. .

" We'll build a spur from the main line to Arlene and — presto! The desert blooms as the rose that opens its petals and— b'hum ! "

The\ man's enthusiasm leaped to us like a jump - spark ignition, and all aflame we arose and shook his hand. The scheme looked like simplicity itself.

" But remember," Honk said an hour later,' as we prepared to depart, "the town is Arlene no longer. It is Valhalla! 2 R R

Valhalla in the Hills! Horace, we're off in a bunch ! "

The trivialities of gathering together a force of men, of shipping supplies- such as paints, wall-paper, whitewash, ce- ment, tools, and foodstuffs, and a thou- sand other things— we put through with a hurrah. It was dead easy for us ; we could certainly spend other people's money with gusto.

One day the" whole works swarmed into Arlene — or Valhalla, I should say — and the game began. Did you ever see one of those enchanted cities you about in the " Arabian Nights," where all the population, from the sparrows in the streets to the hallo girls in the phone central, had been turned into highly polished black marble? Never did?

Neither did I, but this deserted town of Arlene was about like that same, J guess, except that there wasn't any popu* lation at all. The population had been spirited away entirely. But the town was there, all intact, convenient, and com- pleted

As Dade said, there were brick build- ings, well-built streets, sidewalks, block after block of residences, all untenanted. The hitch-racks were .there, around the little plaza, and odds and ends, evidences of former activities, such as scraps of paper, tin cans, and cigar-ends in the area ways, were plentiful.

One could imagine that presently a sunburned team of plugs hitched to a rattly buggy would appear around the corner, or somebody would hallo from the open up-stairs window of a building marked " saloon " across on the corner, but no such thing happened. Arlene was a dead one.

" Horace," said Honk to me, " here's where we'll spread ourselves. Here's where we'll build a city that'll make 'em all do the gawk act. I've dreamed of this, but I never thought it would come true." He scanned the near - by hills narrowly and swept the level plain with a self-satisfied glance, north, east, and west.

" Just there " — he pointed a lean fin- ger toward the west — " we'll build our aqueduct and store the snow - water. Look -at these brick-paved streets — we'll flush 'em every night. I'll have a clock-

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work arrangement to do it automatically at a certain hour.

" We'll make a continuous flower-gar- den on both sides of these here streets. We'll build our own electric plant, run the city water supply through a turbine for power, throwing two stones at one bird, as it were. It's swell ! Fine ! Hooray ! How's your stock of chewing "holding out? "

" While I think of it," I said, " what's

hear," I said; "but go on in, lemons, I'm with you. If we don't do it, we'll leave it in such a fix nobody else will."

We rallied together our twenty men, gave 'em instructions, and started the ball rolling. It was a systematic arid intelligent crusade against the natural order of decay in the town from that time on. We cleaned up, painted, and repapered the place from John O' Groat's to the Milky Way.

GLOWERING AT US LIKE A PUG DOG WITH ASTHMA.

going to be the main industry of this Valhalla community? "

" Sugar-beet factories, truck-farming, brick-making, cement," he snorted con- temptuously. "I'll start a flying-ma- chine factory that'll employ five hundred men, if nothing else. Gee ! Anybody to hear you ask questions would think your ideas had started to ingrow on you. We'll make this village the eighth won- der of the twentieth century. Already I can hear the hum of dynamos and the whir of machinery under the brow of yonder hill — "

" That's the wheels in your head you

If we found a shanty that didn't suit us, or that Honk thought wouldn't look artistic when rejuvenated, we either razed, burned down, or blew it up, and made a park, a flower-maze, or a drink- ing fountain in its place. We repaired pavements and sidewalks, straightened up streets, sent for more men and teams, started our reservoir dam, and drilled for artesian water on suspicion.

The original population of the town had had a few wells with a kind of soap- sudsey tasting water in them, whose only merits were a certain wetness and the fact that it did not immediately result fatally.

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These we left alone for the time being. Later they were filled tip.

We established a twice-a-day line of wagon communication with the railroad, and offered free transportation and house rent to desirable families that wished tq come in and get on the. ground floor of ^Valhalla's wave of prosperity. How's that for maudlin metaphor?

While the water supply question was being investigated we designed and laid out a park and boulevard system, finished up all the concrete - part, walks, foun- tains and cascades — everything up to snuff. We had it all ready for the turn- ing on of the water.

" The populace of Valhalla will have playgrounds here for future generations,'' Honk said, and while we were about it he set up a number of artificial stone pedestals in the parks.

"What's them for?" I asked.

" Statues of Valhalla's great men, to be erected later," he said cheerfully.

" And is mine one? " I quoted.

"Nit — not so!" he replied. "Your fat face wouldn't look well in marble. It takes a Grecian profile like mine to show up."

■ " I've seen 'em like yours," I said. " Profile and front elevation on the same card ; with measurements, location of scars, moles, and warts described on the back."

Along about that time the well-drillers struck a hundred-barrel-a-minute flow of water at some seven hundred feet in depth, and blew their apparatus up on top of a near-by building. They also flooded that part of town. It 'took us a week to cap it, and the whole force was pretty well bedraggled before it was done. Ten families moved into Valhalla the next day.

Honk ordered every available man to the work of laying mains, and the town hummed with industry. Two general stores opened up for business, and a man brought a roulette and faro outfit over with a glad smile.

It made quite a nice little bonfire with gasoline when we burned it. I touched it off, and Honk gave the fellow sis sec- onds to get out of range. He made it in five.

" While I have it on my mind," he mentioned for the benefit of those present,

" I want it understood generally over the country that while Horace and me are sojourning around here Valhalla ain't go- ing to be no disreputable mining-camp. All you boys can send picture-portals to your friends to that effect.

"Every desirable citizen who favors us with his presence will receive a warm welcome, and we'll try to find something for him to do ; but the undesirables — siss, boom ! Horace, tell Bill Smith to wire for two car-loads of sod and a thousand maple-trees when he gets to Millardsville this afternoon, and for 'em to rush it."

Three weeks after we commenced op- erations Valhalla was coming out of the kinks. The water-works clam was stead- ily climbing, a solid barrier of masonry across the ravine between two hills.

Honk estimated that the number of gallons of water he would have stored back of that dam by the following spring would be sufficient to reclaim the entire Mystic Hills country and then some.

The string of figures he had on the subject was a foot and four inches long— I measured it with a ruler.

Honk also had half a dozen things plotted in the way of plants for running dynamos to furnish light, heat, and horse-power so cheap the inhabitants would think they stole it, and his head was so full of pet projects for making Valhalla, a living wonder in the way of a spotless town that his skull was beginning to bulge in places.

" Talk about the ideal towns of some of these Eastern capitalists," he kept din- ning in my ears, " we'll make 'em all run for cover. Here we'll have a perfect climate, the unsullied soil in its virgin purity, a city built on scientific and artis- tic lines, everything hygienic, orderly, and ornate.

" When the good housewife needs a small order of groceries, she writes a slip and inserts it in a pneumatic tube — whisk ! In a few minutes the white- aproned clerk stops his rubber-tired elec- tric cart in the paved alley at the rear, and delivers the parcels.

" We'll harness this mysterious force of electricity to do the drudgery of Val- halla. On wash-day the good housewife dumps the soiled clothing of the family ' into a tank, presses a button, and behold ! the said apparel comes, out washed,

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starched, dried, ironed, and folded neat- ly. I've got the machine to do it with all worked out in my mind." He tapped his forehead with a smudgy forefinger, and went right on:

" We'll have no ratty back yards and stinking garbage piles in the alleys of this city. All refuse will go into a chute that will lead to an electric incinerator. What'll be the consequence? No Hies, no vermin, no disease- germs, no sickness. Mortality reduced to the minimum — "

" Why not cut out the mortality alto- gether?" I interrupted. "We can refuse to let any doctors in, and — "

" Future generations growing up in an atmosphere of health, beauty, and intel- ligence," he continued, unmoved, " will become broader-minded, more perfect physically, and — and — how's your chew- ing, Horace? "

" I only see one drawback," I said, while he was loading up, "and that is the fact that you'll have to contend with a lot of pork-heads that'll likely have little ideas of their own to introduce free of charge."

" Them we'll eliminate," he said. " Whenever a mossback pops into Val- halla and starts arguing that the world is fiat, and that they done so and so back in Sumach Township, where he was raised, we'll gently but firmly escort him to the horizon and attach him to a sky- rocket."

" Why not proclaim yourself autocrat, and make 'em all swear an oath of al- legiance before you let 'em light," I sug- gested. "Let me be your grand vizier; I'll bet I could grandrvize 'em to a purple perfection."

" Leave it to me," he said. " You'd probably get yourself beat up for noth- ing. I'll manage the deal by sheer weight of mentality and moral suasion. - You go down and start the boys to razing that jail-building this afternoon ; it won't be needed in Valhalla, and we can use the brick and stone in our power-house."

That same afternoon we went out to the eastern edge of our fair city to de- cide some question of the drainage in that direction, and on our way back ran plump into a caravan that was entering Valhalla from the north along our clas- siest residence street.

The argonautic expedition consisted

of two weather-stained and smoky sloops, of the prairie, drawn by the toughest- looking crow-baits of horses I ever saw standing on hoofs. -

A cadaverous a looking person, who needed various shaves, hair - cuts, and - massages — not to mention the ordinary ministrations of soap and water — was ma-, nipulating the strings on the forward van, and a half-grown girl wearing a man's vest steered the destinies of the trailer.

Numerous progeny peered out through _slits and other openings in the wagon- cover. Four nondescript cur dogs were acting as convoy, a coop of chickens dan- gled beneath one wagon, and an uncurried cow lounged behind the procession at the end of a rope.

As we approached, a sun-kissed female with a bearded wart embossing her chin cuffed the kids into the-offing, hoisted the canvas cover, and burst into conversa- tion.

" Hey," she said, " what might a house rent fer in this yer town of your'n? "

"Have you a house to let, madam?" Honk queried blandly.

"Huh?" she asked, with suspicion.

The lord and master of the caravan anted and sat into the game at that junc3 ture. He sprung it another way.

" We-all air jest movin' in," he said ; and I noticed that his eyes weren't mates — one was blue and the other brown.

" We Want to git a place fer about three dollars a month to live in," he con^ fided — " something with enough ground to raise chickens an' a few pigs an' a gyar- den. I do teamin', an' the old woman ' does washin' an' sich. You fellers know of eny sich a place? "

Honk was overcome with his own emo- tions, and gazed in a dazed silence. I spoke up.

" I know the very place you want," I said fervently, " but you'll have to turn east at this next corner. As close as I can remember, it's about eighty rods from the mouth of the Kaw River, in Kansas City, Kansas. I don't know of a thing nearer."

It never touched them. It was a clean fumble.

" We like the looks of this here place pritty good," the woman said. " Drive on, 'Lias — these men don't know nothin'.

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That there tall one looks like a eediot, anyhow."

" Tarry a moment," said Honk, with deep solemnity, as the man clucked to his nags. " Lemme whisper something, in you people's ears* before you get into se- rious trouble.

" This town is infested with a band of murderous ruffians, who wouldn't think nothing at all of seizing everything you possess the minute they lay eyes on you.

"Fly! Fly, while there is yet time ! There isn't a woman in this town — only wild and lawless men. Hurry up! Whip your steeds to their utmost, and never breathe freely until you've put many miles be- hind you."

Just then a blast from the hills to the west- ward rumbled to us. .

"Hear that?". Honk said to me. "That's Bloody Ben's pump -gun — I know the roar of it. He's killed somebody again. Fly, stran- ger ! " he urged the pilgrim in the wagon. " You may be able to make it yet — but I doubt it — youwe waited too long as it is. We'll try to keep 'em off you for the sake of your kids."

Two or three of the latter be- gan to whimper at that, and the woman got rattled. Alkali Ike himself showed signs of nerves.

" Here they come," I said. " I hear 'em."

And I rushed to the horses' heads to shoo 'em around. We got the procession headed into an alley and pointed eastward, Honk bringing up the rear prod- ding the cow, and away we went.

The pursuit died away, and they crept stealthily out and trekked for afar with- out much urging ; every kid under cover, and the grown-ups looking back now and then to watch for imaginary brigands.

The man took time to ask Honk if he had any " chawin'-terbacker," however, before the final parting, and was cited to me.

I surrendered all not to a;ive it back.

I had, and told him. He didn't.

ABOUT THAT TIME THE WELL-DRILLERS STRUCK A HUNDRED-

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We lurked around behind a fuel-shed, and watched them until the last wagon faded over the slope.

Honk sighed with relief.

"Phew!" he whistled. "I hope there won't any more come like that bunch. I'm wore clear out." - " Didn't you like the looks of them? " I asked.

" Why, that's the kind of people that'd picket their cow in the street and keep their pigs in a movable pen in the parks," he said with bated breath, as he wiped away the cold sweat.

In truth, Valhalla was looking as cute as could be by that time. Grass and trees were growing in the parks and along the streets. There'd been enough rain in the hills to start a tolerable-like puddle of water in our reservoir, and every house, shed, and building in the town had re- ceived new paint and other rejuvenation, all of which helped some.

Honk fixed up his street - flushing scheme, with its automatic attachment, and it worked like powder in the fire. He had his flood-gates all connected up with a clock, and at a certain hour — mid- night was selected for convenience — all the paved streets of Valhalla were de- luged with a sheet of whirling water which ran down 'em like a mill race and washed 'em as clean and spotless as newly polished brass railings.

It was supposed to open and shut itself, and was no bother whatever. All that had to be done was to keep the clock wound and set at the proper hour.

Honk was considerably harassed in his mind for several days after the visitation of the two prairie schooners, for fear we'd wake up some morning and find that a mess of poor white trash had moved in during the night. He suffered many misgivings on that score, muttered in his sleep, and harangued imaginary desecra- tors of Valhalla's exclusive environs.

He didn't become wholly reconciled and free from these morbid fears till I journeyed over to the railroad one day and brought back from the medicine -house our loquacious friend, the phonograph, which we installed in the drawing-room of the ten-thousand-dollar pressed-brick residence we were occupying at that time, and turned it loose without restraint. Then Richard was himself again.

A few doses of "He Walked Right In, Turned Around and Walked Right Out Again," and "The Welcome on the Door- mat Was Never Meant for Me," and Honk was right side up with care.

" There's nothing like a little line of music to chirk up the downcast spirits of a hard-thinking fellow like yours, etc.," he said. " After listening to a few selec- tions from the classics like ' What's the Use?' and 'Take Back Your Heart, I Ordered Liver,' a man can chew his tobacco with the relish of boyhood — eh, Horace? "

At last we got things in Valhalla just about as sniptious as they'll ever be short of divine interference, and so reported to Dade, who was waiting for the word. Honk went over and wired the details himself, direct. Dade promised to come a-running with his party on a certain date all set, and Honk came-back to Valhalla, stepping high and wearing his Oh-piffle- there's-nothing-tp-it smirk.

" They can't get away from it," he said, puffing indolently at a cheroot he'd acquired somewhere. " It's all foregone — nailed, tied, and tagged. If Dade brings really truly people with money to invest out here it's all over but writing the receipts."

It was a Friday when the Dade party stormed Valhalla. They came in ten big automobiles, each loaded to the guards. — I mean the automobiles — and were quite a likely looking herd of plum-seekers. There were five severely critical women in the party^ whom Dade confided were wary and mightily sophisticated, but had the coin to spend if we could show the goods.

Then there were fifty or sixty fat and foxy gents of various ages and varieties of personal charm, who were rated at all the way from tolerably well-heeled to" double A one star plus x. All took a keen interest in everything they saw, and there wasn't much they overlooked either, by the way.

Honk burst into radiant blossom and marched proudly at the head of the parade, spendthrift of words and figures, loud in explanation of the enormous pos- sibilities at hand — bubbling, spouting, and spraying his enthusiasms right and left. I trotted along, not to make any big talk or to volunteer any rash asser-

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tions, but just as a sort of corroborative

, witness, if needed. If Honk stated that

^■electricity could be made and furnished

for one-eighth of a mill per watt hour,

thousand feet, or crate, or whatever he

said, couldn't it, Horace? I was there to

nod sagely and look around as if daring

anybody to offer a bet to the contrary.

Valhalla made a favorable impression

envelope, too, which shows what a man can do when he's warmed up. Honk was a mean hog when it came to figures on water-power. After awhile they got to palavering about factory sites and jotting down memorandums of this, that, and the other for future reference.

Some of them proposed to dabble in real estate pretty promiscuously. You

"fly, while there is yet time!

there isn't a woman in this

town — only wild and

lawless men ! "

on 'em, all right. Our wide, clean streets ; our parks, lawns ; neat, newly painted buildings, and the general air of spotless- ness pervading everything, caught 'em. We took the whole push all over. We showed 'em Valhalla from every angle.

We piloted 'em out into the hills, where they could get perspectives and take a look at the reclamation work. Honk proved to every one of them except a certain austere-looking young lady with a trigonometrical forehead that he had water-power enough within hailing dis- tance to run- as ponderous and compli- cated a plant as the mills of the gods themselves.

Lie did it that time on the back of an

could see that from the way they gloated over the residence streets from points of vantage.

Then we showed 'em our street-flushing scheme, and explained it, called atten- tion to our sewerage, visited the artesian well, mentioned the fertility of the soil, the peerless climate, the latitude, longi- tude, altitude, and attitude of Valhalla, which made all others look like tin money in a clearing-house, succeeding which the push went to lunch, with the understand- ing that the afternoon was to be occupied •in signing up contracts, deeds, franchises and concessions, smoking perfectos, chew- ing gum, and exchanging attests.

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brick hotel building, as yet untenanted, whose big dining-room was used for this occasion.

Some of the guests really enjoyed the canned goods. It was change enough to appeal to 'em. About the close of the banquet Honk slipped out and called one of our henchmen — one Butch Poteet by name — and told him to hot-foot it up to the waterworks and turn on the water.

" Turn on the park mains, Butch," he said. " And give us some pressure. I want to show these people what we've got. Turn on the whole works." We dilly- dallied around to give Butch time, and then Honk proposed that everybody go over and sit in the park for an hour or so and enjoy a nice rest by the cascades. Sure they Avould. Fine ! Excellent idea ! . So we all started.

Now, so far as I know, nobody ever gets to be such a favorite of fortune but what trouble won't sneak around and smell of his trail occasionally. And trouble happened along there just about then. There we went, parading up Val- halla's, quiet street, in the best of humors all. Dade was expounding to those near- est on the history of Valhalla in his usual effective manner.

" A great and important drawback to this country heretofore," he was saying, " has been the lack of water. It has been a perplexing — b'hum ! — problem, and it remained for us to solve it, which we have." One old gentleman, whose hearing was going down the western slope, didn't quite catch the gist.

" Eh? " he said. " You say you have solved it? How? "

At that moment a two-foot wash of racing water danced into view fifty yards away, stretching from curb to curb of our street, and coming toward us with the speed of a mail-train trying to make up a lost hour. Dade didn't need to answer, the bunch could see.

When that young river struck our party of investors there was a squeak or two from the ladies, and a kind of a sigh and a heave from the male portion, then — ' down went McGinty !

In the twinkling of a mischievous eye our street was a squirming mass of legs, arms, and other debris shooting the rap- ids. It was heap much splash ! Away went the ladies merrily, and here and there a

bald head bobbed up, spouted, and clove the water like a porpoise.

I went down with the rest, but man- aged to port my helm and luff to the starboard, so I climbed out on the curb and watched ye regatta. There went old Honk, clawing at the pavement on his hands and knees, and a large gentleman, with a parasol, bore down on a skinny man, who was traveling rapidly in a sitting position.

Some managed to regain their feet, but in attempting to gallop ashore lost their footing and reposed again in the hurrying tide. It didn't let up, either. Butch had " turned on the whole works."

That -street-flushing scheme was the real article. It took along wheat and tares just the same as the sheep and goats. Whether they wanted to go or not made no difference — they went.

Was that outfit angered? Ask Honk. As quick as that crowd of aquatic dis- posers scrambled out of the souse and got its bearings, they made high jumps and sprinkled the side streets for the automo- biles. And they didn't listen to any ex- planations or excuses, either. Not them !

It was back to' the taxicab for them and steer for the land where streets are flushed by the time-honored method of a section of hose on the corner fire-plug. Dade bobbed up out of an alley about the last of all. He had made the longest race of any but one, but he was so waterlogged that he let the guy beat him back to the home base.

Dade was too full for utterance. He tried to rally 'em around the old flag, but there was nothing didding, so he busied himself with coughing up large chunks of wet water and exploding peri- odically like a gasoline engine with a bum sparker.

With deep dejection, Honk stood, with his wayward feet splashed by his drip, and watched them sail away. Some of them even went so far as to -shake sand- caked fists at us over the backs of their cars as they left, many bareheaded, with their scanty hair drying awry in the sun.

" I thought these capitalists were great hands for a plunge," I remarked, with a watery leer. ,

" Come on," Honk said. " Let's go find that Butch. I want to whisper some- thing to him with a club."

Heraldry of the Railroads.

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BY GEORGE FOXHALL

FLAGS, emblems, and coats of arms are by no means the product of a desire for useless ornamentation. When they were first invented they served a remarkably useful purpose. Of course, it is a purpose that no longer exists, but devices of this character still serve a purpose as useful. Among the thousands of public-serving corporations, where names are com- plex, numerous and, in many instances, similar, a well-chosen device is often more distinctive and better known than the name itself.

The Romance of .the Continent - Covering Steel Tracks As It Is Em- blazoned Upon the Scutcheons of Time-Tables, Posters, and Rolling Stock.

[N the old days, when the world's history was in the making, certain gen- tlemen of amiable tem- per went wandering around spiking each oth- er upon the ends of long spears. This was doubtless a very modish and con- venient form of amusement; but as the pastime increased, and the gentlemen were led to clothe themselves in iron- ware, it became very hard to distinguish the person one wished to spike from the people who, because of affection or pol- icy, he might desire to leave unspiked.

That is why the custom of carrying a bannerette or an heraldic device, painted with more or less art upon the owner's shield or helmet, came into effect. At first it was a rather happy-go-lucky sort of business, and the method of deciding what particular device should be adopted was left pretty much to a happy chance,

For instance : Some gal- lant gentleman is wandering along the highway at dead of night. He comes across a mortal enemy, and gal- lantly removes his head from his shoulders with a

long two-handed sword. Posterity is informed of this fact by an at- tractive engraving of a dripping head, or, beneath which is a cleaving sword, argent, on a field gules. And there you have a thoroughly well- made design, ready for your descendants to use forever and ever.

The writer may add, incidentally, that the terms or, argent,, and gules are her- aldic terms . of which he is as blissfully ignorant as he is blissfully indifferent. Therefore, if some student of antiques should find in the heraldry of these de- signs something to take exception to he is doubtless quite right.

Making Family Decorations.

By and by, however, people quit spiking each other and sawing off heads for the sake, of getting decorative family orna- ments, but the same old custom of identi- fying oneself by painted de- vices survives. Whether it was because of the good start it got, or because it re- minded humanity of its for- mer pleasant, primitive glo- ries, we do not know.

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We doubt, how- ever, whether any- thing bloodthirsty survives with the idea, as we are sure that none of the well-conducted corporations who have been at great pains and considerable in- genuity to devise attractive designs have anything in their minds except the de- vout desire to serve a more or less blood- thirsty public.

Every reader is familiar with the her- aldry of the sea — at least, we like to tell every reader that he is, though doubtless he is not ; but, anyhow, he knows that such a thing exists. The flags of the various merchant lines, as well as the national flags, war flags and ranking flags of the great navies of the world have been the subject for endless journalistic effort. But there is a heraldry as impQrtant under the devices and banners of which flies at terrific speed wealth of treasures and lives many times in excess of that beneath all the banners that cover the face of the waters. Perhaps its significance is not as keen, but its symbolism is often as deep and as ro'mantic.

Swastika of the Rail.

In glancing through the field of rail- road heraldry, the first place historically must be given to the emblem of the St. Louis, Rocky Mountain and Pacific Rail- way Company. This emblem has prac- tically got all mottoes, devices, or designs, enacted or constructed by our spike - sticking friends, beaten all the way round the world when it comes to age.

The main ground of this de- vice is a swastika. The swastika was doubtless invented by some friend of the great-grandfather of the gentleman who built the Cheops pyramid or the smiling Sphinx or the hanging gardens of Babylon or the Tower of Babel. Anyhow, it seems to have been found in every part of the world,' and at every time that history can put a tag on ; and some that she cannot, even if she does not admit it.

The swastika on a black flag, with a circle surrounding it, bearing the words, " The Rocky Mountain Route," is the

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emblem of this road. It probably typifies the age - enduring strength and rich- ness of the coun- try through which the road passes, as well as hints at its history, the swastika having been one of the earliest decorative designs of the American Indian tribes.

An Emblem and a Religion.

There is so much to say about the Northern Pacific's peculiar trade-mark that the difficulty is in selecting things to be said* in the short space we wish to occupy so as to give a full idea of the large meaning of the symbol. For an- tiquity, this trade-mark runs the swastika a pretty good second.

As nearly as it can be traced, it origi- nated, as a symbol, in the abstruse mind of a young Chinese named Chow Lien Ki. This young man was an ardent lover of nature, and in the course of his rambles he discovered a cave of peculiar forma- tion.

He used a modification of the outline of this cave to illustrate a system of phil- osophy established by Fuh Hi, a Chinese philosopher, who lived some three or four thousand years before Christ. The sym- bol, which at first seems very complicated, is in reality exceedingly simple.

If you describe a circle, and rule a line through the diameter, then describe two semicircles, having the center one-quarter of the distance- and the circumference touching the center of the larger circle, the semicircles facing in opposite di- rections, you will have the sim- ple outline of the Great Monad. The system of philosophy is stated as follows : " The Illim- itable produced the Great Extreme ; the Great Extreme produced the Two Prin- ciples ; the Two Principles produced the Four Figures." And from the Four Fig- ures were developed what the Chinese call the Eight Diagrams of Fuh Hi, in 3322 B.C.

Taken from the Korean Flag.

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Pacific adopted it. To quote from 'the history of the trade-mark as published by the company:

" The design was discovered and adapt- ed to its present use in 1893. Mr. E. H. McHenry and Mr. Charles S. Fee, then, as now, the chief engineer and general passenger and ticket agent of the com- pany, respectively, are principally to be credited with .its discovery and adoption.

" The Northern Pacific was in search of a trade-mark. Many designs had been consid- ered and rejected. Mr. McHen- ry, while visiting the Korean exhibit at the World's Fair, was struck with a geometric design that appeared on the Korean flag.

" It was simple, yet effective — plain, yet striking. At once the idea came to him that it was just the symbol for the long- sought-for trade-mark. With but slight modification it lent itself readily to the purpose."

The Aristocrat of Emblems.

Another design, the foundation of which can do pretty well in the matter of having attained years of discretion, is the" " F. F.V.," significant of the great flyer of the Chesapeake and Ohio, between New York and Cincinnati. This emblem is a product of local pride, and as the streak of yellow glory flashes herself brilliantly through the vivid Virginia sunlight, the First Families of Virginia in particular and in general look upon her with patriarchal pride and think of the old days when to be of the First Families of Virginia meant to be a prince in the State — if such a thing as a prince can exist in a democratic com- monwealth.

In short, the origin of the symbol, " F. F.V.," or, to quote the full title of the train, " Fast-Flying Virginian," is a com- plimentary reminder by its initials of the phrase, " First Fam- ilies of Virginia." In that section of the country before, and shortly after, the Civil War 'this term was so much used, and it had so much

meaning, that the abbreviation " F.F.V." was quite common.

When wishing to attract the attention of the public to the first solid vestibuled, electric-lighted dining-car, sleeping-car and coach through train operating be- tween the East and the West, Mr. H. W. Fuller, then general passenger agent of the road, decided that the surest method was to use some form which would abbre- viate into these famous initials " F.F.V."

Some of the emblems adopt- ed by railroads are very sim- ple, apt, and obvious. Such as, for instance, that of the Read- ing. This design is a black dia- mond, with the lettering " The Reading " in white characters on it. It need not be explained that this is significant of the anthracite territory through which the Philadelphia and Reading, a great coal-road, operates.

The Lehigh Valley has a similar signifi- cance, except that its black diamond, bear- ing the white letters, " Lehigh Valley," is placed upon a bright red flag. This was originally designed by the former general manager of the Lehigh Valley Transpor- tation Company, which operated a line of boats upon the Great Lakes, and was adopted as the private signal of the boats on that line.

These boats formed the lake line of the Lehigh Valley Railroad Company, and were engaged principally in transporting anthracite coal from Buffalo to St. Paul and Milwaukee. The idea of this gentle- man was to use the red color as indicating the color of the flame peculiar to anthra- cite, the black diamond to represent the coal itself, while.the letters, " Lehigh Val- ley," were shown on the diamond in white to indicate the cleanliness and purity of the road. This emblem was adopted by the Lehigh Valley Railroad Company about the year 1890. The emblem of the Wabash Railroad consists of the word " Wabash " in white characters on a black square on a red flag, intended to car- ry the conviction to the observing eye that the Wabash • is the

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banner road. The emblem at first was shown in the glare of a headlight, instead of on the banner, but as the Wabash grew ol4er and began to look around and see what a big-sized boy it was becoming, it decided that it could just about show its tail-lights to anything on the line. So it threw the headlight out and became the Banner Road.

Admiration or Derision.

Everybody knows that the New York, Chicago and St. Louis Railroad is the " Nickel Plate." Very few people know why. Personally, the writer has two stories why, and as they are both good ones he prefers to believe them both ; not because of any similarity that exists be- tween them, but because he got them both from very high au- thority, and both of them were doubtless told in perfect good faith.

The reader will probably m a k e a choice. The writer has too much admi- ration -for the veracity of everybody. The first story relates how, early in the con- struction of the line in 1881, great rivalry was manifested by several of the larger towns in Ohio in efforts to secure the loca- tion of the road.

Among these rival towns was Norwalk, Ohio. The editor of the Norwalk Chroni- cle was a member of the committee having in charge negotiations for the location through that city ; and when the final de- cision to run the road via Bellevue was reached, this editor, in a spirit of disap- pointment, stated in an editorial that " after all they were not losing very much, as it was nothing more than a nickel- plated road, anyhow."

As our informant comments, from this remark, made in a spirit of derisitm, was designed for this line the distinctive ap- pellation whereby it is known all over the world.

The other story that we have at a later date casts, we regret to say, some

aspersions upon the veracity of all rival ?&£$* flK^X story " tellers, among whom doubtless was our o w n faithful chronicler.

This informant says : " The popular sobriquet of the New York, Chicago and St. Louis Railroad has "furnished the subject for the weaving of many and varying tales, each with more or less foundation in fact, as suited the ■ purpose of, the dreamy narrator of cor- ner-grocery legend or the resourceful and visionary space-writer doing time on the Sunday blanket-sheet.".'

This mild ridicule rather hurts the feelings of the present writer, for he has ' told the first story -himself effectively, amid deeply touching scenes, many, many times, and at so much per. Our cold- blooded critic and informant tells us that in place of our own delicately constructed little narrative we should all the time have been relating the following bald facts, which, while 'they have many points of similarity with our own bold narrative, lack the touching dramatic atmosphere thrown in by the bitter disappointment of the Norwalk editor.

We are told that this editor was actually building up. the enthusiasm of -his fellow citizens amid the very pleasant rivalry of the Ohio towns, and that in the issue of April 14, 1881, of the Norwalk Chronicle, he spoke of the road, its glittering pros- pects, the brilliant possibilities opened up for the cities through which it operated, together with the gilt-edged character of its financial backing, and characterized the institution as " the nickel-platedroad," the term having been intended as showing a bright and exceptional attribute of the enterprise.

The Domestic Katy.

The emblem of the Missouri, Kansas and Texas is also in the form of a nick- name, " Katy," and is doubtless better known among railroaders as " Katy " than by its longer and more dignified appella- tion. The name springs from the fact that the Missouri, Kansas and Texas was, prior to 1888, operated as part of the Gould Southwestern system, being known

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at the time as the Kansas and Texas division. This among trainmen was nat- urally abbreviated to "K. and T.," and thus to " K-T," and therefrom, by this easy step, into the touching, homelike, and affectionate cog- nomen, " Katy." It is very domestic.

The " Keystone " System.

Of course, everybody knows why the Pennsylvania Railroad adopted the trade- mark of the keystone; and, of course, everybody is wrong — at least, they are a little shy of facts. The Key Stone, as an emblem of the Pennsylvania, is the result of a westward movement among emigrants and among the presidents of the State of Pennsylvania in 1877.

Mr. -Thomas E. Watt, who was at that time district passenger agent at Pitts- burgh, in preparing some advertising for the purpose of influencing this business, suggested the use of the Key Stone. His suggestion, as carried out at that time, included with the keystone the headlight of a locomotive, and the rays of light from the headlight illumined the reading matter on the flyer.

Mr. L. P. Farmer, then general pas- senger agent, was struck by the effective- ness of the idea, and suggested that the keystone would be most suitable as the regular emblem for the Pennsylvania Railroad.

Canada's National Railway.

One of the most picturesque >of railroad trade-marks is that of the Canadian road, the Intercolonial Railway. This device is a moose head looking 'through a double circle, on which appears the words, " The Fast Line, the People's Railway." This was first used in 1883, and in 1887, with the Canadian arms, was made a combina- tion device, indicating the government ownership of the railway.

The moose head was adopted by this railway because, no other railway in the country passes through such an extensive stretch of country so definitely recognized as the home of the moose. Both the moose

head and the coat of arms appear on the folder, but the moose head is the recog- nized trade-mark of the road.

Santa Fe's Repentant Moods.

Perhaps no railroad has changed its trade-mark as often as the Santa Fe. The trade-mark adopted in 1890 is described by the Santa Fe Employees' Magazine as looking like a cake of soap, with the words " Santa Fe Route " across it.

The trade-mark adopted in 1894 is very gorgeous, but is a product of the very worst pun that man was ever compelled to survive under. The main portion of the device is the Western Hemisphere, with a lion standing on top and the words " Santa Fe Route " scrolled beneath.

We are asked to appreciate the signifi- cance of this work of art as " the Big Line " (lion).

The present trade- mark of the company was devised in 1901, on train No. 2, going into Chicago. Mr. Davis, then industrial commissioner, and Mr. J. J. Byrne, at present assistant passenger traffic mana- ger, used what they said was a silver dol- lar, but what was doubtless a poker chip, to draw a circle, and within the circle they drew a cross. This device is not so ornate as the one of 1894, but it stirs up less animosity against the designers.

First Railroad Trade-Marks.

But the Santa- Fe line pales into insig- nificance in the matter of ornate design when compared to the old trade-mark of the Chicago Northwestern. It was, per- haps, the first design adopted by any rail- road as a trade-mark.

The company, therefore, had nothing to guide it, and the result looks like Hal- ley's comet striking a palm - grove. The only thing it leaves whole is a map of the Northwestern route, and about the only thing we can be sure of is the state- ment set forth and

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only slightly dam- aged by the comet's tail, that ''the Northwestern pene- trates the richest and most attractive por- tions of I 1 1 i n o i s, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Wiscon- sin, Minnesota, Dakota, and northern Michigan." Evidently the penetration was very effective.

One is prepared to forgive even the Northwestern, however, for turning to a simplicity just as pronounced and effective as that of the Santa Fe. The trade-marks now used are a circle with a diagonal hand across in black, with the words " Northwestern Line " in white, and a square of black, with the words " Chicago and Northwest- ern Railway " in white relief.

The maple leaf of the Chicago Great Western Railroad has an origin all the more interesting because the man who de- signed it received one hundred dollars for the job. In 1889 Mr. Busenbark, general passenger and ticket agent of ithe Chicago, St. Paul and Kansas City Railway, as the road was then called, offered a prize of one hundred dollars to any ticket agent in the United States who could suggest the most appropriate trade-mark for his com- pany.

The result was that Mr. R. G. Thomp- son, who is now ticket-agent for the Wabash at Fort Wayne, In- diana— -or was, some time ago — sent in the maple - leaf design, with the Chicago, St. Paul and Kansas City Railway System sketched into the veins of the leaf. The road has carried this design ever since.

Very few railway emblems or trade-marks can boast of a better known or more distinguished designer than that of the Atlantic Coast Line. In January, 1871, Colonel A. Pope, who was then located at Wilmington as general passenger agent, devised the present emblem, a double cir- cle, with the words "Atlantic Coast Line" in red in the center and the names of the States through which it passes between the circles.

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Is It a Clover-Leaf?

The emblem of the Toledo, St. Louis and Western Railroad, popularly known as " The Clover-Leaf," is a standing monument to the native shrewdness of an Irishman. This Irishman, Mr. James M. Quigley, was the president of the road in 1886. the track was being changed from narrow gage to standard the com- pany wanted an emblem, and the presi- d e n t suggested the - shamrock. The direct- ors held up their hands in indignation, and Mr. Quigley beat a strategic retreat, and smilingly suggested a clover-leaf.

The result is that till this day nobody knows whether the original emblem was a shamrock or the clover-leaf. The writer has friends who say they know the differ- ence, but as he does not know himself he does not believe them.

In the matter of heraldry, the Chicago and Alton goes the whole hog. This company's design is real dyed-in-the-wool, medieval her- aldry. The basic design is a shield surmounted by' a very uncomfortable - looking helmet, which is, in turn, surmounted by an electric headlight with wings. It is very awe - in- spiring. On the -shield are three links placed tri- angularly, and indicating the fact 'that the Chicago and Alton links the three great cities of the Middle West — Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City. Surrounding all this design is an artistic pattern of leaves, and surmounting the whole, in a cloud of steam, evidently coming from behind the light, are the words, " The Only Way." . These words, il The Only. Way," form the advertising slogan suggested by Mr.

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Henry Miller's presentation of his play, based on Dickens's " Tale of Two Cities," and called " The Only Way."

From such small beginnings do great things come.

Evolution of the Rio Grande.

The trade-mark of (the Denver and Rio Grande was composed and evolved, as the writer is informed by its evolver, after much cutting and pasting and printing, and the exercise of considerable art and more ingenuity from a number of designs submitted by rail- way printing-houses, at his re- quest.

The route is weH known in its advertising as " The Scenic Line of the World." Most of the designs submitted were, curiously enough, formed by the head of a locomotive-boiler, some with one kind of ornamentation, and some with another. The combined re- sult of all these designs is the front end of a locomotive-boiler, with the words " The Scenic Line of the World " on a banner beneath it, a mountain scene on the steam-chest, and the name of the company surrounding the view. These prints are made in sizes standard- ized to United States coin, such as the dime size, the dollar size, and the half- dollar size, etc. This trade-mark has been used since 1885, and every piece of advertising or sta- tionery has had the trade-mark on since last year.

One of the greatest rail- roads of the continent, the Ca- nadian Pacific, uses one of the simplest but most effective of em- blems. It is a beaver couchant above a black shield, with the _words " Canadian Pacific Railway " in red. % The beaver is, of course, emblematic of Canada, while the shield is 'the company's design for bearing its name. How 'this trade-mark originated is not known, as the early records regarding it were destroyed by fire some years ago.

The widely known trade-mark of the New York, New Haven and Hartford

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Probably no railroad em- blem has quite as much his- torical and legendary interest surrounding it as has the San Pedro, Los Angeles and Salt Lake Railroad, known as " The Salt Lake Route " and " The Arrow Head Line."

The design is taken from the phenome- non on the Arrow Head Mountain, near San Bernardino, California, one of Cali- fornia's geological wonders.

On the face of this mountain, and over- looking the whole of San Bernardino Val- ley, stands out in" startling clearness an immense arrow head, caused by a forma- tion geologically different from the rest of the mountain. It consists chiefly of disintegrated white quartz and light gray granite, and is covered by a growth of short white sage and weeds. This lighter vegetation shows up in sharp contrast to the dark green growth of surrounding chaparral and greasewood.

By actual measurement the arrow head is 1,375 feet long and 449 feet wide, covering an area of seven and one-half acres.

The legends regarding it are numerous, covering a period undated past to as recently Perhaps the most appealing - and pleasantest of the legends is that of the Coahuia Indians, which is to the fol- lowing effect :

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Luis Rey Mission. Now, although of a peace- loving disposition, they were contin- ually harassed By 'their warlike neigh- bors, who stole their ponies, devas- tated their fields, and burned their . jacals.

Thus for many years they lived un- happy and in constant fear, until at last the persecutions could no longer be en- dured, and at command of their chief the tribesmen gathered in council for the purpose of calling upon the God of Peace to assist and direct them to an- other country, where they might acquire a cmiet home land.

Impressive incantations and ceremo- nial songs of peace were performed un- der the direction of the chief medicine man. Now, being a gentle people, they found special favor with, the Great Spirit, by whom they were directed to ■travel westward, and instructed that they would be guided to their new home by a fiery arrow, for which they must be constantly watching.

Accordingly, the tribe started upon the journey, and one moonless night, when .the camp sentries had been posted with usual injunctions to be watchful, there appeared across the vault of heaven a blazing arrow which took a course westward, settling upon the mountain, where the shaft was consumed in flame, but the head embed- ded itself, clear-cut, in the " mountainside.

The camp was aroused, and while yet the morning star hung jewel-like in the sky, and a faint gleam- of light in the east heralded the approach of day, they resumed their journey to the promised land, under the shadow of the mountain, where they located, and lived in peaceful contentment until the ' com- ing of the white settler.

As far as national interest is concerned, the Baltimore and Ohio will probably always take precedence in the railroad world, for the reason that it was the first incorporated steam railroad in the coun- try.

Emblem of the First Route.

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distinguished effect, especially in colors. The dome of the National Capitol forms the ground- work for the em- blem, and a ribbon encircles it, with the words " The Balti- more and Ohio Railroad " ; and in the upper rim of the circle the words, " All Roads via Washington." There seems to be no particular history attached to this emblem, apart from its unconscious significance.

The Iron Mountain's Remorse.

The Missouri Pacific and Iron Moun- tain is another road that repented of its misdeeds as a punster. Some years ago it was the proud possessor of a trade-mark originated by a gentleman whom we will not expose, which consisted of a large steer's head, with the words, " Steer for the Mountain," placed between its horns. We understand ■that the discriminating steer ultimately tossed the pun off the paper, and it has not been heard from since. The present trade-mark of the company is a large red seal, with the words " Missouri Pacific Iron Mountain " in white block let- ters on the face of it.

The Kansas City Southern has no specific trade-mark, but it uses as a sort of motto the words, " Straight as the Crow Flies — Kansas City to the Gulf." Some time ago it had what might be called a trade-mark, for a very short time. It was a fifteen-inch rule, with a map of the whole line down it. Probably this road is the only one in the country with over one thousand miles of track that could get a map of its road on a rule.

Pike's Peak Lion.

Some years ago the Colorado Midland was familiarly known as "The Pike's Peak Route," and used as its emblem a picture of the famous mountain in a tri- angular space. This has recently been abandoned, and the prevailing emblem of the road now is a Rocky Mountain lion, which snarls savagely at you as you con-

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template the possi- bilities of making the trip to Pike's Peak. The effect is start- ling, but artistic, and the poster which first bore the emblem was, for a number of years, in great de- mand all over the country. It is one of the most effective of trade-mark posters.

From an Old Freight-Car.

Shortly after Mr. E. L. Lomax, gen- eral passenger-agent of the Union Pacific Railroad Company, entered the service of that road at Omaha, as assistant general passenger-agent, the late Mr. T. J. Potter, the vice-president and general manager of the Union Pacific, asked him to get up a trade-mark for the Union Pacific Rail- road that would convey an idea of pa- triotic association with the government, using the national colors — red, white, and blue. '

Mr. Lomax, during his search for something suitable, saw a shield on an old freight-car -which was altogether different from anything that he had ever seen in the shape of shields, and it occurred to him that, with proper changes, a good trade-mark could be worked out of it.

He had about a hundred sketches of different forms of shields drawn, and finally se- lected one that did not conflict with any other shield, national or oth-. erwise; of which he could get a record. He had the upper corners cut off and the

body widened and a point drawn at the bottom, and thirteen stripes, alter- nately red and white, shown in the body, and a blue back- ground with white letters at the top. This was at once approved and adopted. Later Mr. Lomax wanted to work in the words, " The Overland Route," as that was the old name of the Union Pa- cific, and this was done in the shape of a legend at the bottom and outside of the shield ; but, later, he concluded to show this in the center of the body of the shield within a narrow parallelogram and a ring. Then he added, at the bottom of the shield, " World's Pictorial Line," which was later eliminated.

When the shield was first worked out, the parallelogram extended diagonally through the middle of the shield from the right at the top, to the left at the bot- tom. This, however, was changed later to run from left to right.

The time consumed in working out the various changes, in accordance with ideas which occurred from time to time, was in the neighborhood of one year.

These brief descriptions do not cover, by any means, all the interesting or romantic de- vices of railroad heraldry, but they are sufficient to show the reader that there is being built up a very large and very sig- nificant system of emblems and trade- marks to float over the argosies of the rail, each peculiar and representative.

A LONG SHAVE.

LA JUNTA again appears with an achievement, out of the ordinary. In fact our correspondent there claims that Tom Allen has peeled with his lathe the longest steel-shaving on record, the same being 151 feet in length, with the outside diameter of the curl m^ inches, thickness of the shaving 3.32 of an inch, and the depth of cut 9-16 of an inch. It was turned from the axle of an old 507-class locomotive.

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able to stretch tha+ shaving so as to sue-, cessfully claim the record, but in April, 1908 — as will be seen by reference to the issue for May, 1908 — Frank Shively of Cleburne, Texas, turned from a driving-axle a chip 151 feet 8 inches long.

So there you are. Possibly, with true La Junta generosity, the man who measured that shaving threw in the odd inches and only claimed 151 feet. At least La Junta had Cleburne " going some." — Santa Fe Em- ployees' Magazine.

ON MARSHALL PASS.

BY GY WARMAN

Written for "The Railroad Man's Magazine."

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'OUNG YANKER came down the hill one day, And the wind could hardly keep out of his

way;

The air was good and the brakes were set, And he waddled his head with a " You can bet That I am a brave young engineer, Never see norhin' that looked like fear. And this is the way, the brakemen say, When the birds were singing one morn in May, Young Yanker came down the mountain.

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The station-agent flew out at the door As the train went by with a rush and a roar, Saying, " Young Yanker 's exceedingly flip, He must be making his maiden trip." And then, after showing how fast he could run, He'd pull the whistle for brakes, for fun. And this is the way all summer, each day, A little too sudden the " soop " would say, Young Yanker came down the mountain.

The shack and the stoker would congregate, And the youthful conductor would then relate How the old-time runners would take it slow, And this daring young driver would let 'em go.

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" Ah, well," said the hoary-haired knight of the punch, " We'Jl pick him up some day, all in a bunch." And this is the way all summer, each day, When the fields were fraught with the odor of hay, Young Yanker came down the mountain.

Young Yanker came down the hill one day, His face was white and his hair was gray; He shivered and shook as he stood on the deck, And the bulk of his breakfast was up in his neck. With the speed of a bullet he rounded a curve; He wanted to jump, but he hadn't the nerve. And this is the way, no cause for delay, " Hellity-larupe ! " the brakemen say,

Young Yanker came down the mountain.

The trainmen thought he was trying his hand, Till he pulled her over and gave her the sand. The shack and the stoker flew over the deck, And the speed of the train were beginning to check ; With the aid of the engine they finished their work, And the cars all came to a stop with a jerk. And this is the way, the trainmen say, On this sear and serious autumn day,

Young Yanker came down the mountain.

Then he traded a lot of his sand for sense, With a lot of hilarity learned to dispense. He has no desire the card to exceed, -He takes better care of his fiery steed. His face wears a look that's serene and sublime, He strikes every station exactly on time. And this is the way, the officers say, In the darkness of night or the stormiest day, Young Yanker comes down the mountain.

A HEART OF THE NORTH.

BY GEORGE VAN SCHAICK.

? The Plight of a Man Alone in the

Wilderness with a Beautiful Maid.

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.

PIERRE, a young French-Canadian with Indian blood in his veins, while hunting and trapping in the Canadian woods rescues Anne Marie, a young Indian girl, and her old father, whose canoe has been upset and demolished by a moose. Father and daughter are badly injured. Pierre takes them to his tent and cares for them, but the old Indian is so seriously hurt that he dies, and Pierre is left with the girl on his hands. A half-breed and an Indian appear at the camp. It turns out that this half-breed, Simon, who was the husband of Anne Marie's sister, but who, through his brutality, has killed his wife, is in love with the girl, and~ tries to make Pierre give her up. This Pierre refuses to do, and the girl and he scheme to escape in the canoe. It seems impossible, and, finally, Anne Marie, whose injuries are very painful, endeavors to make Simon swear on the grave of her father that he will protect her and take her to the home of her cousin, Antoine. Simon promises, but refuses to swear. He insults Pierre, and a fight ensues, in which Pierre suc- ceeds in felling the half-breed and, with the help of the girl, binds him. Anne Marie, after damaging Simon's canoe in such a way that it will take some hours to mend, helps Pierre and the Indian to pack their canoe, and she and Pierre start up the river, leaving the Indian, who has shown very little interest in the happenings, to return and release Simon.

CHAPTER V. A Battle of Giants.

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(SSwjpT was very early when Pierre awoke. Paddy had nestled up against the girl. As soon, as his master moved he opened one eye, wagged his tail, and, • finding himself perfectly com- fortable, remained where he was.

It was quite chilly and still rather dark as the young man threw off his blankets and made his way to' the upper end of the little island. There he sat upon a rock among the little scrubby firs and spruces growing in the scanty soil that had gathered in the crannies between -the boulders, gazing intently up-stream.

To his right the sky was becoming clearer with ithe bluish - green tint that comes before the sunrise, and yellow pen- cils of light appeared and disappeared, so faint and hazy that they could hard- ly be appreciated.

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Due north, where he watched the river, there was an uncanny aspect of darkness relieved only by the few faint streaks upon the water. Some old pines that had been blasted by lightning stood like gaunt watching giants, just limned in black upon the dark sky; the white- trunked aspens and the whiter birches gave clear notes that stood out upon the background of blackish green of the hemlocks, spruces, and" firs ; and the whole, as ever in the north, looked weird, full of many portents, pregnant with perils, yet imbued with a somber great- ness and strength that lent a glory to the world of cold and hunger.

To his left the water was swiftly passing, deep but foam-flecked, over the dark surface, extending to the cliffs of the shore that was only just becoming visible, faintly suggested, like some vis- ionary land.

The young man felt a sympathy for the strange beliefs that had arisen in In- dian minds. He saw how natural it was

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that the generations passed and gone had peopled the wilderness with windegoos and things of evil, and had seen, in the dark brown waters, river men and wom- en whom it was ill-luck to molest, and .had filled the forest with spirits of the .wild things they hunted.

They hung the skulls of animals upon saplings cleaned of bark to propitiate their ghosts, and begged pardon of the bears, moose, and beavers they killed.

But the sky was growing lighter. New tints succeeded one another in the sky, and (things could be seen more plainly. An old shell-drake left the rushes on the edge of the mainland to the right, fol- lowed by her brood of nearly grown ducklings. A couple of bitterns came along, in slow, ungainly flight, looking for fishing-grounds. Now and then a fish leaped, his rise making great rings upon the water.

Pierre began to shiver with the cold of the early morning, which can be dis- pelled only by a brisk camp-fire and a cup of hot tea. The world was so still that he. was startled when, quite noise- lessly, Anne Marie appeared beside him. Paddy had reluctantly arisen, and could be heard foraging about in the brush. He must have caught a glimpse of some fleeing squirrel or muskrat, for he gave a sharp bark.

" Bon jour, must tie the dog," said the

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" Bon jour, Anne Marie. I'm afraid he won't like it much. Still, I suppose that if those fellows pass by and see him on the island, it won't quite agree with your plans."

So he called the dog, and with his tump-line tied him near the place where they had slept. Then, in a great crack be- tween two titanic rocks, he lighted a tiny fire and quickly boiled the kettle. As soon as this was done he put out the fire and went back to where Anne Marie had taken his post as a sentinel to watch the river.

" Go back and eat," he told her.

"Have you had your tea already?" she asked.

" Why, no ; not yet. Go on, and come back when you have finished."

She was about to object, but he made a somewhat impatient gesture, and she turned away in silence and left him.

She had been gone but a few minutes when, far up the river, his eye was caught by some hardly discernible thing that no one unaccustomed to the woods could have noticed. It was a bit of a moving speck, faint against the dark background of the rocks, but he knew at once what it was.

He ran back to where the girl was sit- ting.

" They're coming! " he cried.

He pounced upon his gun, and took it out of the cover that had been put over it for the night. The magazine' was kept full, and he had several cartridges in his pockets.

Anne Marie had risen quietly. To- gether, they returned to the place from which they had watched. Lying down among the low bushes, and hidden by the rocks and the saplings, they had no fear of being seen.

" The water is deep on that side; they will keep close to the shore. The nearest place where they will pass is far."

" Yes," replied Pierre ; " it is all of a couple of hundred yards."

" Too far to shoot and make sure," she commented.

" Yes, though I could hit the canoe, all right. But I'm not going to start the shoodng."

" They will go on as far as the next portage. ,Tt is ten miles down, and they will look for our tracks. Then they will hunt carefully to see whether we have passed by the other shore or farther up in theywoods."

" And when they find nothing, they will comeback," added Pierre.

'■-. Yes, but they will be very careful. If they are sure they have passed us, they will know that we saw them go by."

Their conversation stopped, and they watched the canoe, which was nearing them swiftly. It kept in the shadowy water at the foot of' the eastern shore, and came along without a sound. Simon was at the stern and the Indian in front, and, like machines, their brawny arms were driving the birchen shell.

Pierre was a good enough canoeman to be able to realize that those two were masters of their craft.

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hearts beating a little faster ; but the two men only changed paddling sides and shifted their positions ever so slightly, and then went by the island, farther down, and yet farther.

When Pierre and the girl reached the lower end of the island, they just saw the men disappear around a far turn of the river.

Anne Marie went back to their little camp, followed by Pierre, and let Paddy loose, to his delirious joy.

" He can run now," she said.

Pierre, who had not yet eaten, began his breakfast. The tea was cold, but he warmed it up again and drank the bitter stuff with no thought that it was any- thing but hot and tasty.

" What's the next thing to be done, Anne Marie? " he asked.

" We can stay here, or we can start at once," she replied. " There is a place farther on, at the rapids, where there are many rocks. We might be able to hide ourselves and the canoe there ; and if they return and do not see us, we will start down and hurry off while they are hunting for us farther up."

" It seems to me that we might just as well stay here and do the same thing," said Pierre.

. " Yes, we are better hidden here," an- swered the girl; "but it is the only is- land on the river between these portages. They will suspect every such likely place. They might hide and watch it, then they would follow as soon as we started ; or, if they had made sure that we were here, they might come at night."

" The dog would bark," suggested Pierre.

" Yes, but it would be we two against the two of them, and a fight. Some one will be Jailed. It would be a fight very near, where their guns are as good as yours. We had better go."

So once again they packed their things and were floating down the swift river. But this time Pierre kept the gun beside him, and the girl held her paddle, ready to help in case of need.

She sat in the bow, with her back turned to Pierre, keenly watching the ex- panse before her ; and he, to his surprise, caught himself noticing how well poised the little head was upon her slender neck.

He dug his paddle in the water vi-

ciously, feeling very fit and well ; and in less than half an hour they reached a broad, rapid place where the water was split into scores of little torrents by the boulders that everywhere dotted the stream.

From a high cliff on the left shore tumbled a tiny waterfall that splashed into the river, and a jumble of great rocks near this offered opportunities for concealment.

" That's the place, Anne Marie. It will be easy to hide there. It looks all right."

" No," she answered; " the water. from that little fall is very cold; they will go and drink there. The other shore."

So the canoe was pushed over to the other side, perhaps a Jhundred and fifty yards - across, and Pierre pulled it be- hind some great flat boulders. Paddy, to his great chagrin, was not allowed to wade ashore, and his indignation knew no bounds when his master, with a piece of string, made a muzzle for him so that he could not bark.

In a minute, however, after being well scolded he desisted from his attempts to remove it, and settled down sulkily in the bottom of the canoe.

" I don't think we are very well hid- den here, Anne Marie," objected the young man.

" Not very well; but when they come up, the current is strong, and they will have to use their poles and pay much attention to their canoe.

" They will pass near the other side, to go by the little waterfall for cold water. Then they will start on again, and as soon as they get round the bend we will shoot down through the quick water.

"They will go on up-stream, .hunt around lor a day or so, and make up their minds that we have given them the slip. Maskoush wants to go on with their trip. They have not much time to get to the trapping - grounds before cold weather, so they will soon give it up and go on up the river."

" But the Manouan River is the real road for them, so that they may come down to the forks."

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their camp, and wNill have to make many journeys over each carry. We can go faster."

" Well, I hope it will work all right," said Pierre.

They waited long, both peeping from behind the great rock that sheltered them. Upon its top, in one place, grew a few straggling blueberry bushes which, in times of flood, must often have been covered with water, for they did not look prosperous on their slight foothold.

The canoe was partly in the water that passed, boiling but very shallow, under it, and was held in place by the stern, which they had lifted a little and wedged between two rocks. A push- would send them flying down the rapid water and out of sight in a minute.

The Indian girl's eyes were riveted down-stream ; she was motionless and, untiring. As Pierre watched her he be- thought himself of the behavior of wild things in hiding. He had many a time seen a wounded black duck concealed in weeds and rushes, or rabbits frozen into immobility while a- dog or a fox was puz- zling out a tangled trail.

He had noted all manner of beasts endeavoring to escape observation, and now this child of the Grand Nord re- vealed the attributes of the hunted things of the wilderness. The tincture of the same blood that was in his own veins had, to a slight extent, bestowed upon him some of those traits, but he realized that in him they were less marked.

His glance was diverted /from time to time. He could not help following the flight of a shrieking kingfisher, or looking at the leap of a fish in the rapid water ; and his attention was taken by some fin- gerling chubs or a band of minnows, that swam by the big rock in the shade of the canoe.

He felt that the truly wild man or beast, whether hunter or hunted, observes everything except that which is of no importance ; and that at certain times every faculty they possess becomes con- centrated upon the one thing that means life or death.

" I'll never be a good Indian," he said to himself, as • he realized that he had once more allowed his thoughts to wan- der, notwithstanding the fact . that over there, clown the river, were two men, one

indifferent enough probably, but the oth- er hungering for his blood and searching for him.

Yet, he felt a certain exultation that was mingled with the anxiety of this time. There was sport in it ; it was a contest, a game of high stakes that was being played, and he was not conscious of any real fear.

Of a sudden the life appealed to him strongly. He felt that he had an in- herited place in the Great North, that he was of it, that it called to him and thrilled every fiber of his being, and that every hour spent in the forest bound him more strongly to its greatness.

An hour passed by, and then another, until the sun was at midday, and still Anne Marie remained motionless, her feet in the canoe, her arms resting upon the great rock over which she watched.

Pierre had become cramped, and shift- ed his position a little from time to time, while Paddy was lying still, apparently understanding that something unusual was taking place.

He had stopped rubbing his muzzle with his paws to rid himself of the en- cumbrance, and was asleep most of the time.

Then Anne Marie suddenly pointed to a blue heron that was coming toward them, with long wings beating slowly and his snaky neck turning from side to side as he observedthe surroundings.

"Maybe they are coming," she whis- pered ; " the heron does not often fly at this time of day."

Before reaching them the great bird swerved a little, checked his flight, and went down among some rushes that grew on the bank, perhaps sixty yards away, where the rapid water entered the pool.

" I wish he had not gone down there," said the girl.

" You are right," assented Pierre. " If they come up they will surely scare him out of there, and if he passes over us and sees us, he will show them where we are."

Anhe Marie nodded.

" Pick up a stone," she told him, " and send him away."

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" They're coming," both said at the same time.

At the foot of the rapids, where the winding river formed a long, sinuous ribbon, they had caught sight of a mov- ing object near the right bank.

" Only my head showed above the rock," he whispered. " They could not have seen me."

The girl nodded, and Pierre worked the cartridge into the barrel of- his rifle.

" I see them again," said the girl ; " they are coming around the 'little point. They travel fast. I wish that big bird wras away. He is. an evil thing. "

" Yes, he's a windegoo," said Pierre.

Anne Marie crossed herself. She did not like the mention of the Indian evil spirit's name at such a time.

Now and then the canoe would be- come lost to view, but when it reappeared it was always a good deal nearer. They were clinging to the shore.

Simon was ahead this time. He was in the best place for careful observation. Finally they reached 'the swift water at the foot of the pool, and the half-breed arose and took a lpng look, while the In- dian, with his. paddle dug into the bot- tom of the river, held the canoe in place ; then he squatted again, and they drove their craft into the boiling water.

But a few yards were covered before they had to take to their poles, discard- ing the paddles.

Suddenly the blue heron, with a clatter of wings, arose and came up-stream in a course that would bring him directly to- ward the two that were hiding. A few sweeps of his pinions, and he was over them. As they held their breath he sud- denly rose in the air with a cry and changed his course.

Simon and the Indian were then nearly opposite them, shaping their course to- ward the little waterfall. Pierre and the girl saw them pause at once, their poles ground among the rocks at the bottom of the rushing water. .

For a few moments they spoke excited- ly, and the half-breed, still holding his pole firmly with one hand, shaded his eyes with the other and looked in their direction. They were well hidden, and he could see nothing ; but he pointed to- ward the rocks, and began pushing the canoe in their direction.

" The gun," exclaimed the girl. " It is his life now, or ours."

" I can't kill a man that way," retorted Pierre. " They're coming to see what scared the heron. I'm going to show my- self, it is time."

-' He rose in the canoe, showing his head and shoulders above the rock, with the gun pointed at Simon.

"Stop, or I shoot!" he called loudly.

The men were evidently somewhat taken by surprise ; they stopped poling, and two or three violent words were ut- tered. They were~at a distinct disadvan- tage standing up in their canoe, which a wrong move would upset.

Pierre was almost entirely concealed and had his rifle ready, while their weapons were lying in the bottom of their canoe, which began to drop back.

" Keep on up-stream, or I'll kill you! " shouted Pierre, who did not want them to get below him again.

Simon shook his fist at him, but obeyed, realizing that some part of his body was constantly seen by Pierre in the notched sight of his gun, and that, at this short distance, he could not be missed.

The iron-shod poles rattled again on Jhe stones at the bottom of the river. They disappeared around a bend, while a supreme contempt came into the half- breed's mind for the man who had held his life in his hands and had been too stupid to shoot.

"He will land and try to get at us from the bushes," cried the girl. " Vite, partons."

The bend in the river beyond which the men had disappeared was hardly a hundred and fifty yards off, and haste was necessary. But the canoe was jammed rather hard at the stern between the two rocks, and Pierre had to jump overboard and lift it clear.

Paddy, seeing his master leap out, pro- ceeded to follow his example, glad to stir after his long rest, but he slipped on the wet surface of the tiny rock upon which he had sprung and- fell in the quick water.

In a moment he was being carried down stream.

"Quick, we must save him!" cried Pierre.

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shoal. They pushed the canoe back with their paddles, in an effort to get to one side of the obstruction. Straining hard, they backed a foot or two, losing val- uable time, and, with a hard shove, got into deep water again.

" It is my fault," cried the girl. " I was looking at the little dog, and did not notice the sunken rocks."

" Never mind," crfed Pierre, " push, on *4 quick! "

From the shore, near by, a shot rang out, and a -bullet grazed Pierre's body, passing through his coat. A second one followed at once, but, fortunately, also missed him. ..

The loud booming report told Pierre — that it must have been the shotgun load- ed with round ball.

He grasped his rifle, while Anne Ma- rie, from the bow, sought to keep the canoe straight; but in the thick bushes he could only see the thin cloud of smoke. With one hand he tried to steer, knowing it would, take some time, to reload the muzzle-loader, and hoping that the In- dian would not shoot.

But the sharper and less powerful re- port of the Hudson Bay Company's gun rang out, and the bullet struck away be- yond them in the water.

Something then moved in -the bushes. The halfrbreed, wanting to get nearer for a shot, had left the cover, and came running to the shore. The rifle in Pierre's hands gave the spiteful bark of its smoke- less powder, and the -half-breed, after two or three more steps, pitched heavily forward and rolled over on his side.

Then it was that the wild nature of Anne Marie came uppermost. She ut- tered a cry of joy.

" Quick, get at him! " she cried.

" Nonsense ! " Pierre shouted angrily. " Look out for the dog! "

Paddy had fortunately drifted, half- drowned, near a bit of sandy beach, which he had managed to reach, and stood there shivering. He was picked up, and his muzzle was taken off at once. They jumped ashore then, and Pierre stood irresolute and nervous.

" I never shot at a man before," he said.

" Let us go and see," proposed the girl.

" What about the Indian? "

"I think Maskoush wants no fight. He shot because Simon ordered him to. Did you not hear him cry out ? But the bullet went far above us. _ Little Bear shoots well ; best shot in Pointe Bleue ; he shot high on purpose. I will call out to him."

Anne Marie called out loudly, and an answer came. Stepping carefully, they advanced, concealing themselves as much as they could, and soon Anne Marie threw herself down behind a rock, while Pierre instinctively followed her ex- ample.

The dog, now fully recovered, ran forward and began to bark loudly.

"He is there, Simon, half a gunshot away. He was sitting up. Come a little farther. There — you can see him. Aim the gun at him, and I will speak. See, his gun is on the ground, too far for him to reach."

She shouted to Simon, but he made no answer. The two then advanced, and saw that he held his head in his hands, as though suffering great pain. At this moment Maskoush came up.

" Put down that gun," shouted Pierre, with a significant motion of his own rifle.

The Indian laid his gun down at his feet, appearing to be very indifferent, and Anne Marie went up to him and pos- sessed herself of the weapon.

Simon was recovering from his dazed condition, and loudly, from the bottom of his heart, consigned them all to per- dition.

" Stop that! " cried Pierre indignantly. '•- Where are you hurt? "

" I am not hit," answered the half- breed contemptuously. " After you shot, I caught my foot between two stones and fell. I hit my head hard or I would have been up again, and I would have killed you, maudit."

" Well, I'm just as glad it happened that way," answered Pierre, who saw that blood was trickling from the man's head where it had come in contact with a stone.

"What shall we do now?" Pierre asked the girl.

" Smash both their guns and leave them where they are," she replied con- temptuously.

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can't go trapping without them," ob- jected Pierre.

"The monsieur says well," muttered the Indian. " We must have the guns."

" Look here, will you swear to leave us alone this time?" asked Pierre of the half -breed, who had risen unsteadily to his feet.

" Nothing — I will swear nothing," he answered furiously. " You can strike hard with your fist, but that is not our way of fighting. You have the gun and can shoot me if you like, but I swear nothing.

"You are a coAvard. You can speak to a man with a gun in your hands, but if you did not have it you would cringe before me. You are going ."away with that woman.

" She would have been mine if you had hot been here. You are a thief ! You steal my woman ! You would be afraid of me but for your gun ! Yes, afraid ! For I am a man, and . you a stealer of women ! "

Pierre, unable to stand this any long- er, threw his gun in Anile Marie's hands and threw himself upon the half-breed, who, like a flash, pulled out his knife.

Anne Marie called out a warning, but the men were already locked together. Pierre had succeeded in seizing Simon's wrist in his left hand, while his right arm, was twined around the hulking body.

The struggle for the possession of the knife was paramount. They twisted and pushed, and stumbled over the rocks, and panted with their exertion, while Paddy kept circling around them, barking and snarling, and looking for a chance to bite.

Once his fangs sank in the half- breed's boots, but the heavy leather pro- tected him.

Twice Pierre was nearly pushed over on his back, but succeeded in keeping his footing until the half-breecl suddenly dis- engaged the arm he had managed to get around Pierre's neck and seized him by one thigh, which he wrenched upward.

With his full weight bearing upon the young man, breast to breast, they fell over, but Pierre, by a vigorous twist of his body, escaped the full shock of the fall. At the same time, with his right hand, now free, he aimed a fearful blow at the half-breed's jaw.

They fell upon their sides, neither one underneath, and Simon's elbow struck upon a stone and his hand opened, drop- ping the knife.

Like a tigress, Anne Marie pounced upon it and sent it flying'' in the rapids. But now Simon got both his arms around Pierre's body, and his great strength told.

The pressure was more than a human being could stand, and the young man felt his breath becoming shorter. A fierce pain invaded his chest like the stabbing of great knives, and he knew not whether it was a harbinger of death.

But the^ spirit of fighting forebears was in him, and he struggled on. Somehow his right arm got loose and, with" the last of his breath, while both were lying on ■the ground like snarling hounds, he rained blows upon the half-breed's face, who loosened his grip around Pierre's body.

With another struggle,^ the young man wrenched himself free, and in amoment they were both again standing, watching. each other, the fury of their faces nearly gone.

Their panting breath, the half-breed's bloody head, their haggard looks, their eager, wolfish eyes, made them look like brutes bent on slaughter.

Simon thought he saw a good chance and threw Himself upon Pierre, seeking to catch him low, but he forgot the ready fists of his opponent, and as he dashed forward he was met with a fierce upper- cut that staggered him.

In a moment Pierre was on him like a fiend and back-heeled him, and the huge bulk of his enemy was stretched under him.

The massive throat was in the grasp of his left hand, and his right fist was up- lifted for a blow -as the half-breed gur- gled:

" Quit, for the love of Heaven ! "

Pierre arose, his clothes torn and soiled, his chest heaving as if the breath would never return to it in peace. The filth of sand and moss and grit and sweat was upon him, and his limbs shook with the exhaustion of his nerves.

The weariness of age-long fighting seized him, as if he had gone through all the fierce turmoil that may be compassed in a whole life. But when Paddy threw himself upon the half-breed he ordered

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him off, and pulled him away by the scruff of his neck and bade him be still.

During this time Anne Marie, except- ing when she had taken away the knife, stobd still, watching the battle that might mean her life as well as Pierre's.

Maskoush followed the fight eagerly, with the lust that comes to men who see great strife, but did not offer to take any part in it, realizing that the girl, with the gun in her hand, was dangerous..

For a minute they were silent, as people are who have been through fierce scenes of action. Finally the young man spoke :

" We have had the fight. It is over. I want to go back to Lac St. Jean, and Anne Marie goes with me. In the rapids I could have killed you, and again just before this fight. Among my people men fight great fights, and they shake hands after, and it is forgotten.

"I will shake hands if you wish, and you will swear to leave us in peace. If you are not willing to do that you will compel me to break your guns to pieces and to burn your canoe before I go, so that you cannot follow. Now, will you' go in peace and let us alone? "

The half-breed looked at him, then at the girl, and at his companion.

" I am beaten," he finally said. " I will not shake hands with you. What do you want me -to swear? "

Pierre, still short of breath, seriously, under the spell himself of the strange wildness of the scene, began to draw from the wealth of his imagination a long and complicated oath that was listened to in awe by all the others.

" Now you have heard, and you will repeat after me," he said.

The men had instinctively removed" their caps, and Simon began the oath that was to bind him.

Upon his prospects of future salvation, and upon the rest of nearest and most remote relatives and ancestors in and out of purgatory, he obligated himself to all manner of future punishment should he break his oath to go back up the river to his camping-grounds, without stopping or returning, until the spring should come.

This he did in the- name of the Lord and all the saints. The girl and Mask- oush looked awed to hear him take so solemn an oath. When this was over Pierre bade the girl repeat it to Maskoush

in his own language, so that he should well understand it, as he spoke French but ill.

Crossing his hands upon his scapulars, the Indian repeated the binding words also, looking scared at the dread formula.

" Now, will you shake hands?" said Pierre.

The half-breed shook his head.

" I will. You brave man," said the Indian.

. A hearty handclasp was exchanged by the two men, and then Pierre and the girl quietly returned to their canoe, fol- lowed by Paddy.

They said nothing as they entered their frail craft and pushed off. They paddled a mile or two before speaking.

" Look here, Anne Marie, stop pad- dling," said Pierre suddenly/ realizing that she was working too hard.

As always, she obeyed without a word, and sat in the bow, facing him, and only then he realized how bad she looked. There were great black rings under her eyes, and she was thinner, and he under- stood what a strain she had undergone during' these days and how she had suf- fered.

" Will they keep their oaths, Anne Marie? " he asked.

She looked scared at his question.

" Keep them," she answered. " Yes, how could they do otherwise? A man might kill, and he might rob, even rob a cache, but how could a man break such an oath? "

Pierre nodded his head in assent.