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A NoverOf Which He
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(Continued from last 'week.)
It was late in the afternoon of the
second day when the telegram arriv-
ed, a delay which caused no appar-
ent suffering to' any one except, per,
haps, Peter, who wandered about
with a "Nothing from Jack yet, eh?"
A question which no one answered, it
being addressed to nobody in par-
ticular, unless it was to Ruth, who
had started at every ring of the door
hell,, As, to Miss Felicia—she had
already dismissed the young man
from her mind.
When it did arrive there was a
slight flutter of interest, but nothing
more; Miss Felicia laying down her
book, Ruth asking in indifferent tones
•—even before the despatch was op-
ened•—"Is he coming?" and Morris,
who was playing chess with Peter,
holding his pawn in mid-air until the
interruption was over.
Not so Peter—who with a joyous
"Didn't 1 tell you the boy would
keep his promise—" sprang from his
chair, nearly upsetting the chessboard
it his eagerness to hear from Jack
an eagerness shared by Ruth, whose
voice again rang out, this time in
an anxious tone.
"Hurry up, Uncle Peter—is he
coming?"
Peter made no answer; he was
staring straight at the open slip, his
face deathly pale, his hand trembling.
"1'l1 tell you all about it in a
minute, dear," he said at last with a
forced smile. Then' he touched Mor-
ris's arm and the two left the room.
CHAPTER XIV
The Scribe would willingly omit
this chapter. Dying men, hurrying
doctors, improvised .stretchers made
of wrenched fence rails; silent, slow
moving throngs following limp, bruis-
ed bodies,—are not pleasant objects
to write about and should be dispos-
ed of as quickly as possible.
Exactly whose fault it was nobody
knew; if any one did, no one ever
told. Every precaution had been tak-
en each charge had been properly
placed and tamped; all the fulmin-
ates inspected and the connections
made with the greatest care. As to
the battery—that was known to be
half a mile away in the pay shanty,
lying on Jack Breen's table.
Nor was the weather unfavorable.
True, there had been rain the day
before, starting a general thaw, but
none of the downpour had --Slaked
through the outer crust of the tunnel
to the working force inside and no
extra labor had devolved on the
pumps. This, of course, upset all
theories as to there having been a
readjustment of surface rock, dan-
gerous sometimes to magnetic con-
nections.
Then again, no man understood
tunnel construction better than Henry
MacFarlane, C.E., Member of the
American Society of Engineers, Fel-
low of the Institute of Science, etc.,
etc. Nor was there ever an teleire-r.
more careful of his men. `, •l' d, !,
we.: hi:: boast that he had a v. ! •
a life by a premature dis ge . '
the twenty years of his experience.
Nor did the men, those who worked
under him—those who escaped alive
—come to any definite conclusion as
to the cause of the catastrophe: the
night and day gang, I mean,—those
who breathed the foul air, who had
felt the chill of the clammy interior
and who were therefore familiar with
the handling. of explosives and the
proper tamping of the charges—a
slip of the steel meaning instantan-
eous annihilation.
The Beast knew and could tell if
he chose. -
I say "The Beast," for that is what
MacFarlane's tunnel was to me. To
the passer-by and to the expert, it
was, of coyrse, merely a short cut
through the steep hills flanking one
end of the huge "earth fill" which
MacFarlane was constructing across
the Corklesville brook, and which,
when completed would form a road-
bed for future trains; but to me it
was always The Beast.
This illusion was helped by its low-
browed, rocky head, crouching close
to the end of the "fill," its length
concealed in the clefts of the rocks—
as if lying in wait for whatever cross-
ed its path—as well as its ragged,
half -round, catfish gash of a mouth
from out of which poured at regular
intervals a sickening breath—yellow,
blue, greenish often—and from which
too, often came dulled explosions,
followed by helchings of debris which
centipedes of cars dragged clear of
its slimy lips.
So I reiterate, The Beast knew.
Every day the gang had bored and
pounded and wrenched, piercing his
body with nervous, nagging drills;
propping up his backbone, cutting out
tended bits of flesh, carving—bracing
—only to carve again. He had tried
to wriggle and twist, but the moun-
tain had held him fast. Once he had
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straightened out, smashing 'the 'tiny
cars and the tugging locomotive;
breaking a Jeg and an arm, and once
a head but the devils had begun
again, boring and digging and the
cruel wound was opened afresh. An-
other time, after a big rain, with the
help of some friendly rocks who had
rushed down to his help, he had
snapped his jaws tight shut, penning
the devils up inside, but a hundred
others had wrenched .. them open,
breaking his teeth, shoring up his
lips with iron beams, tearing out what
was left of his tongue. He could only
sulk now, breathing hard and gtI{;it-
inf when the pain was unbearable.
One thought comforted him, and one
only: Far back in his bulk he knew
of a thin place in his hide,—,so thin,
owing to b dig in the contour of the
h71,—that but a few yards of over-
lying rock and earth lay between it
and the free air.
Here his tormentors had stopped;
why, he could not tell until he be-
gan to keep tally of what had passed
his mouth: The long trains of cars
had ceased; so had the snorting loco-
motives; so had the steam drills.
Curious -looking boxes and kegs were
being passed in, none of which ever
came back; men with rolls of paper
on which were zigzag markings
stumbled inside, stayed an hour and
stumbled out again; then men wore
no lamps in their hats and were
Better dressed than the others. Then
n huge wooden drum wrapped with
wire was left overnight outside his
lips and unrolled the next morning,
every yard of it being stretched so
far down his throat that he lost all
track of it.
On the following morning work of
every kind ceased; not a man with a
lamp anywhere—and these The Beast
hated most; that .is, none that he
could see or feel. After an hour or
more the head man arrived and with
two others went inside. The head
man was tall and fair, had gray side
whiskers and wore a slouch hat; the
second man was straight and well
built, with a boyish face tanned by
the weather, The third man was
short and fat: this one carried a
plan. Behind the three walked five
other men.
All were talking.
"The dip is to the eastward," the
head man said. "The uplift ought
to clear 'Lit E- io we won't have to
handle the stuff twice Hard to rig
derricks on that slope. Let's have
powder enough, anyhow, Bolton."
The fat man nodded and consulted
t.is plan with the help of his eye-
glasses. Then the three men and the
five men passed in out of hearing.
The Beast was sure now. The
men were going to olow mit the side
of the hill where his hide was thin-
nest so as to make room for an air -
shaft.
An hour later a gang in charge of
a red -shitted foreman who were
shifting a section of toy track on the
"fill" felt the earth shake under
tlem. Then came a dull roar follow-
ed by a cloud of yellow smoke mount-
: 4; skyward from an opennls high
on the hillside. Flashing through
•Ir• cloud leaped tongues of tiame
intermingled with rocks and splinter-
ed trees. From the tunnel's mouth
streamed a thin, steel -colored gas
that licked it way along the upper
edges of the opening and was lost in
the underbrush fringing its upper
lip.
"What's that?" muttered the red-
shirted foreman—"that ain't no blast
—My God!—they're blowed up!"
He sprang on a car and waved his
arms with all his might: "Drop them
shovels! Git to the tunnels every
man of ye: here,—this way!' and he
plunged on, the men scrambling af-
ter him.
The Beast was a magnet now, draw-
ing everything to its mouth. Gangs
of men swarmed up the side of the
hill; stumbling, falling; picking them-
selves up only to stumble and fall
again. Down the railroad tracks
swept a repair squad who had been
straightening a switch, their fore-
man in the lead. From out of the
cabins bareheaded women and chil-
dren ran screaming.
The end of the 'fill" nearest the
tunnel was now black with people;
those nearest to the opening were
shielding their faces from the deadly
gas. The roar of voices was inces-
sant; some shouted from sheer ex-
citment; others broke into curses,
shaking their fists at The Beast;
blaming the management. All about
stood shivering women with white
faces, some chewing the corners of
their shawls in their agony.
Then a cry clearer than the others
soared above the heads of the terror
stricken snob as a rescue gang made
ready to enter the tunnel:
"Water! Water! Get a bucket,
some of ye! Ye can't live in that
smoke yet! Tie your mouth up if
yoa're going in! Wet it, damn ye!
—do ye want to be choked stiffs"
A shrill voice now cut the air.
"It's the boss and the clerk and
Mr. Bolton that's catched!"
"Yes—and a gang from the big
shanty; I seen 'em goin' in," shouted
back the red-shirted foreman.
The volunteers—big, brawny men,
who, warned by the foreman, had
been binding wet cloths over their
mouths, now sprang forward, peering
into the gloom. Then the sound of
footsteps was heard—nearer—nearer.
Groping through the blue haze
stumbled a man, his shirt sleeve
shielding his mouth. On he came,
ear 1;rP a ltan+.adstl #•
c(1
l is clothes: tiYdr ''rn and acorelt-
ed; hla face, b1aeed; his loft hand
dripping blood. o of the shanty
gong were next dba}lled out and laid°
on the back of en overturned dirt
car. They had,heen near the mouth
when the explosion Came, and throw-
ing themselves dot. had crawled to-
ward the opening.
Bolton was still unconscious, but
the two chanty men gasped out the
terrible facts: "The boss and the
clerk, was jea' .starting out when
everything let go"; they choked;
"ther' ain't nothing left of the other
men. We passed the boss and the
clerk; they was blowed agin a ear;
the boss was stove up, the clerk was
crawling toward him. They'll never
git out alive; none on 'em. We fel-
lers was jes' givin' up when we see
the daylight and heared you a-yel-
lin' "
A hush now fell on the mass of
people, broken by the piercing shriek
of a woman,—the wife of a shanty
man. She would have rushed in had
not some one held her.
Bolton sat up, gazing stupidly a-
bout him. Part of the story of the
escaped men had reached his ears.
He struggled to his feet and stagger-
ed toward the opening of the tunnel.
The red -skirted foreman caught him
under the armpits and whirled him
back.
"That ain't no place for you!" he
cried—"I'll go!"
A muffled cry was heard. It came
from a bystander lying flat on his
belly inside the mouth: he had crawl-
ed in as far as he could.
"Here they come!"
New footfalls grew distinct, whe-
ther one or more the listeners could
not make out. Under the shouts of
the red-shirted foreman to give them
air, the throng fell back.
Out of the grimy smoke two figures
slowly loomed up; one carried the
other on his back; whether shanty
men or not, no one itould tell.
The crowd, no longer controlled by
the foreman surged about the open-
ing. Ready hands were held out,
but the man carrying his comrade
waved them aside and staggered on,
one hand steadying his load, the
other hanging loose.
The big foreman started to rush
in, hut stopped. Something in the
burdened man's eye had checked him;
it was as if a team were straining
up a steep hill, making any halt fatal.
"It's the boss and the clerk!" shout-
ed the foreman. "Fall hack, men,—
fall back, damn ye!"
The man came straight on, reached
the lips of the opening, lunged heav-
ily to the right, tried to steady his
burden and fell headlong.
CHAPTER XV
The street lamps were already
lighted on the following afternoon
—when Ruth, with Peter and Miss
Felicia, alighted at the small station'
of
Corklesville. All through the day
she had gone over in her mind the
words of the despatch:
Explosion in tunnel. MacFar-
lane hurt—serious --will recover.
Break news gently w daughter.
Bolton
Asst. Engineer.
Other despatches had met the party
on the way down; one saying, "No
change," signed by the trained nurse,!
and a second one from Bolton in
answer to one of Peter's: "Three I
men killed—others escaped. Mac-
Farlane's operation successful. Ex-
plosion premature."
Their anxiety only increased: Why
hadn't Jack telegraphed? Why leave
it to Bolton? Why was there no
word of him, --and yet how could
Bolton have known that Peter was
with Ruth, except fru'n young Breen.
In this mortal terror l'eter had wired
from Albany: "Is Breen hurt?" but
no answer had been received at
Poughkeepsie. There had not been
time for it, perhaps, but still there
was no answer, tier had his name
been mentioned in any of the other
telegrams. That in itself was omin-
ous.
This same question Ruth had asked
herself a dozen times. Jack was to
have had charge of the battery—he
had told her so. \Vas he one of the.
Itilled?—why didn't somebody tell
her?—why hadn't Mr. Bolton said
something?—why—why— Then the
picture of her father's mangled body
would rise before her and all thought
of Jack pass out of her mind.
As the train rolled into the grimy
station she was the first to spring
from the car; she knew the way best
and the short cut from the station to
where her father lay. Her face was
drawn; here eyes h!nodshot from re-
strained tears—all the color gone
from her cheeks.
"You bring Aunt. Felicia, Uncle
Peter,—and the bags,—I will go a-
head," she said, tying her veil so as
to shield her face. "Yo, I won't wait
for anylthing."
News of, Ruth's expected arrival
had reached the village, and the
crowd at the station had increased.
On its inner circle, close to a gate
leading from the !lntform, stood a
young man in a slnoch hat, with his
left wrist bandaged. The arm had
hung in a sling until the train rolled
in, then the silk support had been
slipped and hidden in his pocket. Un-
der the slouch hat., the white edge of
a bandage was visible which the
wearer vainly tried to conical by
pulling the hat further on his head,—
this
ead,this subterfuge also concealed a dark
scar on his temple. Whenever the
young man pressed closer to the gate
the crowd would fall back as if to
give him room. Now and then one
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glov vxtds 'Phe.(girl
peered into ills „isce,
cry, of relief.
"Mr. Breen!" For one wills nate,
ent a spirit of overwhelming joy
welled up in her beat and shone out
of her eyes. Thank God he was not
dead!
"Yes, Mies Ruth—what is left of
me wanted to see you as seen as you
reached here. You niust >1ot be a-
larmed about your father." The
voice did not sound like Jack's.'
"Is he worse? Tell me quick,"
she exclaimed, the old fear confront-
ing her. !
"No. He is all right," he wheezed,
"and is going to get well. His left
arm is broken and his head badly cut,
but he is out of danger. The doctor
told me so an hour ago."
' "And you?" she pleaded, clinging
to his proffered hand.
"Oh! I an all right, too. The
smoke got into my throat so I croak,
but that is nothing. Why, Mi; Gray-
son,—and Miss Felicia! I am so
glad Miss Ruth that you did not
have to come alone! This way,
everybody."
Without other words they hurried
into the carriage, driving like mad
for the cottage, a mile away; all
the worn look gone from uth's
face.
"And you're not hurt, niy boy?"
asked Peter in a trembling voice—
Jack's well hand in his own.
"No, only a few scratches, sir;
that's all, Bolton's hand's in a bad
way, though; lose two of his fingers,
I'm afraid."
"And how did you escape?"
"I don't know. I got out the best
way I could. First thing I knew I
was lying on the grass and some one
was pouring water over my head;
then they got me home and put me
to bed."
"And MacFarlane?"
"Oh, he came along with me. I
had to help him some."
Peter heaved a sigh of relief, then
he asked:
"How did it happen?"
"Nobody knows. One of the shanty
men might have dropped a box of
fulminates. Poor fellow,—he never
knew; they could find nothing of
him," Jack whispered behind his
hand so Ruth would not hear.
"But when did you get out of bed?
continued Peter. He was less anxious
now.
Jack looked at Ruth and again low-
ered his voice; the sound of the car-
riage preventing its hoarse notes
from reaching her ears.
"About half an hour ago, sir; they
don't know I have gone, but I didn't
want anybody to frighten Miss Ruth.
I don't look so bad, do I ? I fixed
myself up as well as I could. I have
got on Bolton's hat; I couldn't get
mine over the bandages. My wrist
is the worst—sprained badly, the
doctor says."
If Ruth heard she made no answer,
nor did she speak during the ride.
Now and then she would gaze nut of
the window and once her fingers
tightened on Miss Felicia's arm as
she passed in full view of the "fill"
with the gaping mouth of the tunnel
beyond. Miss Felicia was occupied
in watching Jack. In fact, she had
not taken her eyes from him since
they entered the carriage. She saw
what neither Peter nor Ruth had
seen;—that the boy was suffering in-
tensely from hidden wounds and that
the strain was so great he was verg-
ing on a collapse. No telling what
these foolish Southerners will do,
she said to herself, when a woman is
to be looked after,—but she said
nothing of all this to Ruth.
When the carriage stopped and
Ruth with a spring leaped from her
seat and bounded upstairs to her fa-
ther's bedside, Miss Felicia holding
Jack's hand, her eyes reading the
boy's face, turned and said to Peter:
"Now you take him home where he
belongs and put him to bed; and
don't you let him get up until I see
him. No—" she continued in a more
decided tone, in answer to Jack's
protest—"I won't have it. You go
to bed just as I tell you—you can
hardly stand now."
"Perhaps I had better, Miss Fe-
licia. T am a little shaky," replied
.Jack, in a faint voice, and the car-
riage kept on its way to Mrs. Hick's
as the" ti'er
SnOnd for st:.ei:
Try it to.da7'
leaving the good lady on MacFarlane%
porch. "
MacFarlane was asleep when Ruth
trembling with excitement, reached
the house. Outside the , sick room,
lighted by a single taper, she inet the
nurse whose few hurried words, spok-
en with authority, calmed her, as
Jack had been unable to do, and re-
assured her mind. "Compound frac-
ture of the right arm, Miss," she
whispered, "and badly' bruised about
the head, as they all were. Poor Mr.
Breen was the worst."
Ruth looked at her in astonishment.
That was why he had not lifted his
hat, she thought to herself, as she
tiptoed into the sick room, and sank
to her knees beside her father's bed.
The injured man opened his eyes,
and his free hand moved slowly till
it rested on his ddughter's head.
"I got an awful crack, Ruth, but I
am all right now. Too bad to bring
you home. Who came with you?"
"Aunt Felicia and Uncle Peter,"
she whispered, as she stroked his un-
injured hand."
"Mighty good of them—just like
old Peter. Send the old boy up—I
want to see him."
Ruth made no answer; her heart
was too full. That her father was
alive was enough.
"I'm not pretty to look at, am I,
child, but I'll pull out; I have been
hurt before—had a leg broken once
in the Virginia Mountains when you
were a baby. The smoke was the
worst; I sevallowed a lot of it; and I
am sore now all over my chest. Poor
Bolton's badly crippled, I hear—and
Breen—they've told you about Breen,
haven't they, daughter?" His voice
rose as he mentioned the boy's name.
Continued on Page 6
WHY iS LEATHER "TANNED"?
While many persons think of
the highly polished and beautifully
grained leather which is used as
the basis for so many articles at the
present time as a comparatively
modern development, the secret of
tanning or preserving the hides of
animals was well known during the
early centuries of the Christian
era. In fact, St. Crispin, the pa-
tron saint of shoe -makers who was
execeuted by one of the Roman em-
perors, was so well acquainted with
the art that he and his brother
were popularly supposed to obtain
their supply of sturdy leather from
celestial sources.
The process they used, however,
was that of preserving the hides in
a solution of alum or other mineral
salts, thus producing a leather that
was almost indestructible and proof
against decay. The price of alum
gradually rose to such a point, how-
ever, that its use for "tanning" was
practically prohibited, and as a re-
sult the making of good leather be-
came one of the lost arts, to be re-
discovered at a comparatively recent
date. The use of modern chemicals
has reduced the tanning process to a
high state of perfection, closing the
pores of the hides and making the
loather far more durable and easily
worked than formerly.
The world becomes more distress-
ingly modern every day. The Pope
now owns an automobile.—Ottawa
Journal.
For one thing, every farmer should
have an auto to enable his family to
get away from home on Sunday be-
fore town friends can motor in on
them.—Stratford Ilerald.
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