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By EUGENE JONES.
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CHAPTER V.
Minutes full of thundering sound
went by, lengthening like hours of
chaos. Shirley's glance never left the
gauges. Hendersonville, a white blur,
flickered about us for an instant, was
gone, lost in our exhaust smoke. At
Hillsborough the girl spoke.
"Will we make it?" she asked,
I eadded, praying for the truth of
that nod.
Now ahead lay Spartan; I recog-
nized the outlines of the water tank.
Beyond that was the beginning of the
grade which dropped off easily at one -
and -one-half per cent., gradually in-
creasfing further down to four. If we,
were to be a any use we must catch'
up with the runaway in the next ten
minutes. No engineerman on earth
could curb an eighty -mile speed on the
big grade itself. •
More pulsing, roaring moments;
more shrieking curves; Shirley's tense
face, the tunnel of white light—I shall
never forget it! Three minutes left—
three short minutes! My eyes search-
ed the unreeling track, seeking the
bulk of a locomotive. But there was
2lothing. Ninety-nine was doingher
best, every plate a -quiver, her drivers
hardly touching the rails. Two min-
utes/ One I It was useless. I
grabbed for the air—
Then suddenly, out of the night,
leaped another shape, growing rapid-
ly. Shirley saw it too.
"Give -me the throttle!" she scream-
ed.'
atr.an: instant our ey: met, per-
haps for the last time. It was a deli-
cate trick—bringing two locomotives
together at a seventy -mile speed. The
least error in judgement meant utter
and instantaneous destruction, yet
the girl could never make the jump
from one engine to the other. Right!
then I thanked God I had taught her
how to handle a tram.
She took the throttle as I brushed
past her with a word of encourage-
ment and, clinging to the hand rail, I
made my way out along the boiler,
Through the night came the shriek
of a whistle—probably the Limited'.
Half unconscious from the -rush of
wind, I heeitated more than once,
pressing myself close to the hot plates
and away from the void of flowing
darkness reaching for me—darkness
promising death should 1 make a mis-
step. The exhaust from the stack
deafened me, the roar of the drivers
made my head whirl; yet somehow I
must crawl down beneath the smoke -
box out on the forward truck, where,
God willing, I might cling to the eoup-
ling until the moment to leap
arrived.
Behind ine was Shirley, and In her
hands rested the fate of seven -o -seven
and the Limited. The lights of the
runaway tender were nearer now. I
drew a long, choking breath full of
cinders and edged forward. There
was a second when my chances of
ever reaching that coupling seemed
nil—as I swung out from the boiler,
one men around the guard rail, the
other groping for the supporting rod
of the smokebox. Realities slipped
away, phantom shadows reached for
me, were gone, revealing nothing,
leaving shrieking echoes—my hands
found the coupling, and I crouched
down.
Slowly; ever so slowly, the gap be-
tween the two engines closed to eight
feet—six—four. Now was the time!
In that gap spun dizzy rails. The
rear end of seven -o -seven's tender
rocked frightfully. Somewhere ahead
the Limited again whistled an unin-
tentional warning... .I jumped.
For a brief instant my hands found
only air. I was failing! I Clawed for
a hold, missed, caught the rung of the
iron ladder on the runaway's tender
and dragged myself to safety. On
top of the coal, rolling loosely with
the motion of the engine, lay a body.
But I crawled across it, slid down be-
tween the chains and into 'the cab. In
the distance glimmered to red stars—
the tail lights of the Limited. Nihety-
nine had already dropped several hun-
dred feet behind. atis quickly as
could reach the throttle I shut off
steam and applied the brakes. The
mass of metal under me shuddered,
trembled, yet it seemed doubtful
whether or not such tremendous mo-
mentum might be overcome in time.
Nearer and nearer rushed the last car
of the Limited—as if it were actually
moving backward. I shut my eyes...
Number seven -o -seven came to a
full stop fifty feet from the flagman
who had been sent out from the
train ahead!
He caught me as I stumbled down
the ladder.
"God in heaven!" he mutterea.
."Yes," I managed with a sickly
grin. "I reckon He is, else that run-
away 'would have gotten you."
After a moment I heard him asking:
"'Who's driving the. other 'motive?"
My voice sounded like a croak:
"Shirley Winston."
He merely stared. Then, at length:
"Frank O'Kelley, you're clean, stark
mad!"
It took me a little while to gather
Spirits i Wooden Mk
The people of the Nicobar island, Christianity he could find there was
in the Bay of Bengal, have their own one large Bible, owned by a man who
peculiar method of deeling ' with used •it aS a pillow. regarding it as a
spirits. They make huge dolls for : gel
them to.inhabit.
These are not idol. They are
images. of -birds, reptiles, mermaide
and other mythological ereaturee, and
even human beings.
When a resident of the Nleobars
thinks That misfortune of some sort
threatens him, he carves out of wood
an effigy of large size, perhaps five or
six feet long or high. it may repre-
sent a "lizard -dog," which is a pope -
ler animal in his uteaholegy. Possibly ,
it will be a gigautic chicken.
The image. when finished. is hung
from the ceiling of the house and be-
comes the leeement of a spirit whose
business it. is to protect the owner,
The interior of a family residence in
that 'archipelago- is usually adorned
with a number of these effigiee.
Their variety of design is remerk-
able. Occasionally ehere. te one that
represents an angel, as described to
the natives by visiting miseionaries.
Evan the miselonery himeelf may tip
ti thee Sort of guise, as It big doll
with at ping hal, one band priming
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The mievieheey haeinese has been
n7,tibiy 113 1113 in the Nicobars,
etc ely for the season that a deselly
feel er tmelerla no es it imposeiblai
tos eey• White men to IiVI b,ng an
4.4 1•,:ian.l3'. .Nyhen, not long am
•t••••••!'•.1;11,:i by Dia W. le Ab-
•'elct ea the only sign of
The high cost of living is unknown
in the Nicobars, where nature furnish-
es a satisfactory livelihood for the in-
habitants without requirement of la-
bor, barring the gathering of cocoa- •
nuts, winch they 'sell to trading ves—
sels, accepting in esu tobacco,
cloth and plug bats.
The climats demands no clothing.
anti the people wear almost none: but
for dressoccasions a plug hat h de
rigneur for the men, while a woman's
cotton petticoat tied around the neck
is the roost fashionable garment for ,
person,: of the gentler sex.
The typical Nicobar dwelling. is
cone-shaped. erected on tall pests, so
that one can •walk • underneath, and
thatched with mete. A bamboo lad-
der, effeeding means of entrance and
exit, le pulled tip at night. 'The floor
is of eplit bamboo- and the fire for
rocking is made on a basket of sand.
Now and then great feasts are held,
at which the favorite amusement is a
fight between a man and a large male
pig. The anitnal is driven frantic by
teaSillf6and iin the combat that fo1.
lows the matt gt'abs it by the ears as
a mode of wrestling, while -the porker
endeavors to gore him with its tusks.
The huge land erue a ceau known to
naturalists ite the great robber crab,
which team the husks -off cocoannts
and eat theta, is believed by -the Nico-
liarese to be the devil, and they. are
Careful never to meddle with -him.
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ray wits together, but 1remember haz- Bless her; doret bless me.. , J
ily the river of curious passengers
which streamed from the Limited,
and flowed about the two engines,
craning necks, asking ridiculous ques-
tions and getting no answers at all
beyond a curt order from the conduc-
tor to "Clear out and give us A
chance!" •
Just a doddering old fool ready to take
a. risk because my time was up any-
way. • By•the by, how is she this morn-
ing?"
right. She's uttering from
nerve strain, nothing more."
Here Bowlson, in bis swivel chair
and chewing on his cigar, butted In.
body
the runaway . and brought down
Some of the crew climbed aboard,
the telling O'Kelley what happened to
Well, he snapped, "htiar .about
of J'im Duval --the same body 1 seven -o --even? There's just a possi-
had stumbled over on the tender. His bility he might be interested, you
face was haggard in the lantern know."
light, and a bloody spot en the back of ' Jim turned to me with a gein.
his head told fits own story-, but he "My fault," he said. "I didn't real -
woke up almost as soon as he touch-
ed the ground.
"I'm all right," he muttered, "Let
ine alone. . . . W here's Pritchard ?"
Then my senses returned sufficient- Ws•
ly. forme to burry back to old ninety- down to pick up seventeen I didn't
nine and the girl who had handled the pay much attention to who was firing
throttle during those last reeling sec- for me. Supposed, of course, he was
onds of the race. They were lifting my regular partner. Directly we pass -
her from the cab as I got there.
"Fainted," announced a flagmanshortiy,
shortly. "Should think she would!
Somell nerve, I'sayl"
"Nothing serdous—" he began when
Jim Duval catapulted into the centre
of the group, For an instant he didn't
see who it was; then:
"Shirley-, dearest!" His voice held an.
agony of fear.
ize you had not heard. There isn't
really much to tell. You , rind MT.
Bowlson were right in being afraid of
Pritchard. He tried to kill inc 'and
1- the L' 't d.,. .Wheii WhenI tarted
ed Biltmore he jumped on me with a
wrench. Before he laid. me out I saw
it wasPritchard. That's all I. rem-
ember—his face above nee and—
sparks!"
Bowlson leaned forward.
"Perhaps I can supply the rest.
Your regular fireman was found in
the yards. knocked out. Pritchard
did that first. But when he toppled
He knelt beside her, smoothing back You over and turned your engine into
in his.
her hair, taking her chilled little hands a runaway he made one mistake: he
- jumped at the wrong instant—hit a
"Speak to me, dear. Please, please," milepost, as near as I oar learn. Crew
he whispered. of a freight running extra picked up
She opened her eyes, closed them his dead body this morning. Served
again, but a smile remained.
the help of the conductor Jim carried
With him night!"
;
The superintendent hesitated, glar-
her to one ofethe PuIlmani. And that ed'about fiercely, and rolled bis cigar
was the last I saw of either of them to a more aeute angle.
that- night, ' • "Now one mare thing: What's this '
Only the next morning, when rwas all I hear about you and Miss Shirley?
learn precisely what occurad.
summoned to Bowison's office, did I
Jim turned red. "We're going to 1
entered, Jim Duval stepped forward. b -be married," he managed, looking a
"O'Kelley," he began, "there'ssome little scared and blissfully happy.
things you can't put into words. You "Married?" roared Bowlson, "Mar -
understand how I feel, don't you? ried without my permission ?"
Every moment of my life—" ' • "No," said Duval maliciously, "with
"There, there!" I interrupted, giving it1"
him a powerful clap on the back. When Jim and I departed we left
"Miss Shirley deserves the credit; take the little fat man sitting in his swivel
it out on her. Be good to her, young chair and scowling -wrathfully. But
man, or you'll have to reckon with deep down under his sour face, which
Me! tolerated nothing even approaching a
"Pate, coincidence, accident—what- smile, we knew he would not have had
funny thing, Jim. All Shirley's life .
ever you've a mind to call it—is a it otherwise.
(The End.)
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The Glory Hole.
i As we came into the furnace room
the stoker was turning away from the
glory hole, through which he had been
looking into the great furnace. The
glory hole is a little peephole to, which.
the stoker can put his eye 'and exam-
ine the fire without opening the big
doors and thus losing some of the
heat. •
Seeing us with our guide, he said,
"Would you like to look at the hottest
place in the world? Do not look too
long, .for it might blind you for a
time."
One after another we put an eye to
the hole and for a moment looked into
a brightness like that of the sun.
When we turned away, everything for
a moment was black. . •
One after another as we filed out of
the room, we remarked, "Why, I am
still looking through the glory hole!
I can see into the furnace just as plain-
ly as I could when I had my eye to
the hole. It makes a spot of light
every -where I look. I did not suppose
anything could be so bright as that."
1 And as r listened to their talk, I re-
membered the words, "And the city
• had no need of the sun, neither of the
• moon, to shine it; for the glory of God
did lighten it, and the Lamb is the
light thereof." If the brightness of the
furnace and of the sun are too much
for our eyes, what must it be to, be-
hold the glory'of God, who gives light
to the heavenly city!' God does not
now let us look into that glorious
place; but sometimes He holds his
hand over us, as He held it over Moses
in the cleft of the rock and gives us
a glimpse of the glory. And ho** won-
derful it is—the to of God! There
is nothing with which we can compare
it. It is brightness that would hide
the light ef the sun as the 148011 sun
hides the stars.
Can it be that God intends his child-
ren to be glory holes through which
ethers can catch a glimpse of His
grandeur and the glory of His heaven-
ly abode? If we are true children of
God, surelyesosnething of the bright-
ness of purity and love and holiness
will shine through us, so that others
inay at least "take knowledge of as
that we have been with Jesus."
Minarere'Liniment for Burns, etc.
The ten invaded and pillaged de:
partments of France have produced
this year 500,000 tons of wheat and
one-fourth' of the nation's oat crop.
she's been hankering after railroad-
ingr; that's why the engineermen on
this division taught her to handle a
train. Who ever heard of a girl like
her before! Who ever heard of a girl
knowing enough about an oil burner
to fire it as good as a man on a night
run at an eighty -mile speed! Then numerous, and every day boys may
the way she brought old ninety-nine be seen catching them with birdlime.
up to that runaway!—four feet I
'jumped, no more. A trick for the
movies! A matter of cold nerve and
—pluck. (I was going to say "love"
but thought better of it.) If it hadn't
been for Shirley Winston you'd be
dead right naw, with the Limited
ditched on the big grade. Shirley
learned your engine had run away.
When she couldn't find a fireman for
me, she took hie place without letting
me know. Thank her; don't thank Inc.
Dragonflies as Food.
In the Malay Archipelago, ,at the
season when the rice fields are in
Rower, dragonflies are exceedingly
For this purpose a slender stick is
used, with a few twigs at the end well
anointed, so that the least :touch cap-
tures—the insect, whose wings are
thereuponpulled off, the body being
consigned to a basket.
The dragonflies are thus gathered
for the table. Fried in oil with onions,
they are esteemed a great delicacy.
Minard's Liniment Relieves Golds, etc.
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or Ceranbon - P.A.
winner of' 1920
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whh captured the Trophq
WAR FM TO CURE
GERMANY'S CONCEIT'
DECIAR77,S NEWEFAPER.
CORRESPOND:;',T.
Briton, Long Reside, ''. in Ber-
lin, Says Teuton M. Sifl
Unthangeti.
Although Berlin has chee,:ed eince
1014, the German mind ree. •Ins un-
changed. Neither the he:texattst of
dead nor the crash of the:Ines 'hese
shaken Germany out of, her eelf-cone
mit, according to what G. Valentine
Williams,- formerly ‘. correspondent of
Reuter's Agency In Berlin, tells The
London Daily Mall.
"The German mind," he says, "does
not seem to have altered.
"Albeit sadly puzzled to account for
the utter break -down of the entire
German system, in his outlook on life
the German of 1920 is to most intents
and purposes the German of 1913, In
a world which to British eyes la
strangely changed by five years of
World War the mental isolation of the
German is absolute. To talk to him
makes you feel that the German of to-
day is the loneliest creature on God's
earth.
"Yet with heavy deliberation lie Is
communing with himself to ascertain
the causes of his defeat. But he is not
examining his conscience.
"Any Berlin bookshop will show you
the chaos prevailing in the Geman
mind.
'Professor Steinach's rejuvenation
experiments, Einstein's theory of light,
Mayard Keynes and Norman Angell
on the Versailles Peace—both books
in German translations and prominent-
ly displayed—treatises on spiritual-
ism, atheism, free love, and the like—
works of this description stand side by
side with a mese of, frankly pornogra-
phic literature. Here will you find
reasoned explanations for the past,
complicated schemes for the future,
but nothing practical •to deal with the
problems of the present. And, above
all, no contrition for Germany's crime
against mankind.
The German surveyed the world
from his castle of militarism. NoW
that it has collapsed he is left floun-
dering in a sea of doubts and fears,
The Germans' with •whom I have
spoken expect •us• to hold them guilt-
less of the past because, they say,
they have Id Germany of her mili-
tary caste. •
Willing to Forgive!
"They have, it is true, expelled the
bloody-minded blunderers' surrounding
that eminent nonentity, 'William the
Second -rater, because they failed to
keep their promise to establish Ger-
man world -domination. But the Ger-
man people are governed by the hero
instinct, and the expulsion of the Old,
Gang in the circumstances of military
defeat and home panic in. which the
Hohenzollerns were sent away re-
quired weightier evidence of a change
of heart than is forthcoming in Ger-
many to -day if it is to be accepted as
a proof of the death of German milk,
tarism.
"Talk to a Frenchman of any class,
and you will, sooner or later, come
upon a well -banked but fiercely sieemd-
dering Republican ardor. Talk to a
German about his government and you
will find, at the best, lukewarm im
tereat; at, the worst, resentful ridicule
towards the German Republic.
"The average attitude is one 'of
blank indifference. The German man
in the street never thought for him-
self. He does not do so to -day. The
question of the future is, What party
will emerge from the present chaos to
do his thinking for him?
"The Germans are perfectly willing
to forgive us for the war. They talk
glibly about 'this unhappywar with
the air of a man making perfuneteny
excuses for some social lapse. In some
may be detected in addition a little ail'
of condescension itt speaking of the
late unpleasantness asthough to draw
attention to their magnanimity In ac-
cepting the war as an inevitable Wee.
trophe 'an act of God,' as the lanes
ance policies say. And even to -day I
find that the great majority of Ger-
mans have no idea of tit abhorrence
in which the very mane German is
held in the Anglo-Saxon countries and
in France and Belgium."
Edited.
"You writing your serinon, pop?'
the Menai son of a minister asked in-
terettedly,
"Yes, my boy," was the reply of the
divine, as he looked up from his manit4
moript. ,
"flow do you know what to write,
pop?" was the next question.
"God tolls ino what to write, my
son," the minister replied itriereestvee
17.
The Little fel low !olcl doubtful,
"If He tells you what to write," he
demanded, "why do yon go back and
scratch a lot of it out?"
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