Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 14, Number 87, Decatur, Adams County, 11 April 1916 — Page 3

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SYNOPSIS. Little Helen Holmes, daughter of General Holmes, railroad man. Is rescued from Imminent danger on a scenic railroad by George Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young womanhood, Helen saves Storm, now a fireman, and Robert Seagrue, promoter, from a threatened collision. Safebreakers employed by Seagrue steal General Holmes r survey plans of the cut off line for the Tidewater fatally wound the general and escape. Her father’s estate badly involved by his death, Helen goes to work on the Tidewater. Helen recovers the eurvey plans from Seagrue, and though they I rom her. limit accidentally made proof of the survey blueprint. Storm Is employed by Rhinelander. Spike, befriended by Helen. In his turn saves her and the right-of-way contracts when Seagrue kidnaps her. Helen and Storm win for Rhinelander a raco against Seagrue for right-of-way. Helen, Storm and Rhinelander rescue Spike from Seagrue s men. Spike steals records to protect Rhinelander, and Storm and Helen save Spike from death in the burning courthouse. Vein In Superstition mine pinches out. Seagrue salts it and sells it to Rhinelander. The vein is relocated. THIRTEENTH INSTALLMENT A FIGHT FOR A FORTUNE A bright morning sun beat down In ■winter warmth on the Superstition mine. Near the mouth of the tunnel stood Amos Rhinelander, now sole owner of the property, giving orders to his foreman.- At the loading platform not far away George Storm was bantering with Helen Holmes. It was the day after her hazardous flight down the aerial railway, but she looked as refreshed and charming as If she had never Known the meaning ot tile word trouble. George Storm, her companion, stalwart and young, was disputing with Helen for the possession of a pocket mirror he had filched from her vanity bag, when Rhinelander ai> proached. "I am afraid lam de trop here,” he said dryly, looking from one to the other. Helen flushed the least bit. "V>hy, not at all,” she disclaimed. “We were only waiting for the team to come - back from Valley.” _ “And you found it easier to wait together,” continued Rhinelander, unabashed. “However,” ha went on, sparing the manifest embarrassment of the young couple, “I’ve something to say to each of you.” They looked at him questlonlngly. He held two papers in his hand. * "Helen,” he continued, "yesterday completed, I think, pretty thoroughly, my title to the Superstition mine, I never expect to get any stronger claim on a piece of property than 1 now have on this. Unless,” he added, quizzically, "to my lot in the tome cemetery after I occupy it permanently. In fact”—his face lighted with a smile —"it looked awhile yesterday as if I shouldn’t have any real use for that even. I certainly thought, George,” he said, speaking to Storm, "while we were trapped in the tunnel, the Superstition mine itself would be our last resting place. But while we were relocating that big vein you, Helen, were getting without the loss of a minute the help necessary to bring us out alive. “That is ono reason,” he went on, deliberately, "why I have decided over night to convey to you, little girl, with my compliments and best wishes, a. certificate for one-third the capital: stock of this property.” He handed: her a paper. "Here it is.’’ "George”—he turned to his assist-i ant —"you, too, have stood by me at' every turn of the road since 1 went •" into this cut off fight. You lost your job with the Tidewater line through sticking to me. I could have got you reinstated —you know that, of course, as well as I do. But there was a little selfishness, I admit, in my not doing so. I felt you could be of more aid to me on the front; and my expectations have not in a single instance been disappointed. "I don’t expect to spend all my life in this country. I sßail have to leave behind m, when I go East, someone to represent my interests and to guard them. The great wealth that has come to me in this property has come over night. I wasn't suffering for money before 1 owned it. But I want the man who stands, out In this country, for the interests of Amos Rhinelander to have a substantial monetary backing outside his, care of my affairs. This is why,, George, I am presenting to you in this, certificate, a second one-third of tho capital stock of the Superstition mine. Now,” ho exclaimed, putting up his hands to shut off the protests and expressions of gratitude voiced by his companions together, “I don’t want to hear a word further about this from either of you. AU Helen and I ask from you’’—he was speaking to Storm—"is to see that our dividend checks are mailed to us promptly.” A man came up to Rhinelander with a letter. He opened the note and read: Dear Mr. Rhinelander: Please tell Helen Holmes that Leary, known likewise as Lefty (but whose real name was Hyde), has confessed he killed her father. The warden says that maybe I will

be paroled aboirt the 16th. SPIKE. Rhinelander read the note aloud very slowly and distinctly. For a moment the three were silent. Rhinelander handed the letter to Helen. She stood deeply moved. Seagrue, in his apartment, was still chagrined over the loss of what he had believed to be a worthless mine, but which had already become known all over Nevada as tho richest goldbearing property on the great Superstition range. He had not yet abandoned his hope of recovering through some clever trick the property that he had parted with for what now seemed a paltry sum, and his mind was set on regaining control of it. He was now studying the bill of sale that signalized his loss of the property. He presently took up a pen and wrote out a dispatch: Amos Rhinelander, Superstition Mine: Quarterly payment Superstition mine due tomorrow. SEAGRUE. Storm and Helen were with Rhinelander when the telegram was handed to him at the mine. Rhinelander showed it to his companions. "I think I will draw the money from the bank and go to town with it in the morning,” said Rhinelander, studying the substance of the message. Helen intervened: “Let me go with you,” she exclaimed, “and I can start Spike for the mine when he leaves Hie jail. I should hate tp see him get mixed up with any more crooks when he gets out.” Rhinelander assented, and writing out an answer to Seagrne’s message, read it to Storm before he gave it to a messenger: Earl Seagrue: Albemarle Apartments, Oceanside: Will make payment on time. In on the morning passenger. RHINELANDER. Seagrue received the prompt answer without much elation. He continued thoughtful, and as Adams, his servant, was leaving, called him back, asked for his hat and coat, and, accompanied by the man, left the apartment. Directing his steps up street, Seagrue made his way to a quarter of the • town less noted for its attractiveness ithan for its reputation as a haunt of men of doubtful character. Having ! reached the vicinity he desired—a ■shabby and deserted side street —he Hooked about to see whether he was , observed, and, perceiving no one, ’started down an obscure alley. He “knocked at the door of a weatherbeaten house standing close to the ■street A man opened the door, Seagrue, followed by Adams, went inside. “Ward,” said Seagrue, addressing the scowling occupant of the room, "I’ve got a job for you.” I The man addressed as Ward, a ■ scowling, beetle-browed adventurer, scrutinized Seagrue silently at thd intimation. "I know you're sore,” continued Seagrue, "at the way the last job went,” he added, recalling the incident of the stealing of Rhinelander’s pay roll. “But that wasn’t your fault or mine.” Ward, without answering, continued to regard him askance. Seagrue unfolded his idea to the hardened crook and the promise of ready money and enough of it —whether he succeeded or failed —finally enlisted him. “You and Adams here”—Seagrue nodded toward his servant —“can han- i die the thing without any trouble. If you can’t do it, you’ll be paid anyway. But if there’s any possible chance, I want to see you separate Rhinelander from his money for twenty-four hours." “There’s no time to lose,” muttered Ward, picking up a railroad time table. "Are you ready to go, Adams?” Adams nodded. Seagrue supplied both plentifully with money and the two left together. Ward and Adams, proceeding to the station, boarded an outgoing passenger train from Las Vegas which should bring Rhinelander to Oceanside. Learning from the conductor where the down train would be flagged, they left their own train at a convenient station and buying tickets back, boarded the Las Vegas passenger when it stopped. In the observation car, Rhinelander, seated with Helen, was watching the landscape through the window when Seagrue's men coming in paid for seats not far away. In his lap Rhinelander held a small bag, and from the care with which he retained it, Ward surmised it might contain something of especial value. Ward, while he sat studying out a scheme to take a chance on tho proposition and at least get the bag into his possession, presently spoke to Adams: "The train stops twenty minutes at Clinton Junction,” he muttered to his companion. “We can get hold of a bag there something like Rhinelander’s.” No further words were needed to convey his meaning. The moment the j train pulled into Clifton, Ward and i

A<iams hurried off uptown to a leath er goods store. Breaking precipitate ly tn on the proprietor, they pulled and hauled hfs stock about with small sense of responsibility. Evidently they wanted a bag, but they seemed to tho shopkeeper hard to suit. It was only after much searching nnd many hard words that Ward’s eyes lighted on something such as he was looking for, Tho diner had been put on and luncheon called. Rhinelander, taking Helen started for tho dining car, closely watched by Ward. No sooner had the two seated themselves at a table than Seagrue’s men following took seats directly behind them. Rhinelander placed the handbag at his feet. Ward made no move until Rhinelander became occupied closely with the I bill of fare. While he was trying to ' tempt Helen with the various delica- ' cies offered, Ward put his foot care- ' fully out, slid Rhinelander’s bag away | with his toe and, unobserved by the hurrying waiters or the busy diners, : pushed the dummy leather bag into its place. The knaves then coolly ordered ' their luncheon, ate it —somewhat hurriedly—and left the dining car ahead of their victim. When slackening speed warned Ward and Adams that the train was nearing Oceanside, they were in no i hurry to start out. In fact, they .agged noticeably in their movements, ind Helen and Rhinelander left the station and took a taxicab uptown : without noticing the change of bags -hat had been played on them. And just at this Juncture blind zhance itself took a hand in the little gr.me. Two city detectives in plain ■lothes had come to meet the train md were refreshing their memories by reading a description of two holdup men expected on it. Scanning the faces of the incoming passengers for such a pair as would fit their search, the detectives noted Ward and Adams getting slowly out of the coach. While the pair did not quite suit the descrip- ; tion, the officers, on general principles, crossed over to meet them and stopped them for examination. A few curt questions and equally voluble answers did not satisfy the plainclothes men, who, after some discussion insisted that the suspects should accompany them to the station. Ward’s mouth fell as he heard the order. Uselessly he tried to convince the detectives that he and his friend knew absolutely nothing of the holdup in question. To the station they were compelled to go and there were held In cells until the sergeant could

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owjny in on inc Bend out a man to bring in the victim of the hold-up for their further identification. To complete Ward’s chagrin, the precious handbag was checked in under the sergeant’s desk. On reaching the hotel in which ; Rhinelander had taken Helen, she sug- ' gestcd that while he made his ®ay- ; ment to Seagrue she would go to the I Safety deposit vault—Rhinelander him- • self was president of the Safety Deposit Vault company—and place their I securities away before starting for the jail to intercept Spike when he should be released. In parting they agreed to meet again at the hotel. Helen went directly to the vault, which she reached just in time to make her deposit of the stock certificates in Rhinelander’s box; the watchman was closing the cage when she came out to go to the penitentiary to meet Spike. It was a long drive, but once there she was not kept long in suspense. In the warden’s office she awaited Spike, who, greatly changed, presently entered the room. Rhinelander had fom.d Seagrue in his rooms. Without words, the two set about the business in hand. Seagrue showed the agreement and Rhinelander, placing the handbag on the table, opened it to take out the money. Inside, ho found an odd-look-ing package and thought that Helen must have wrapped the currency up differently after she had taken it from him. He unrolled a bunch of newspapers—astonished at the situation—but could find nothing inside them that looked like currency: The money was gone. . |

Ho turned to the telephone. Splko and Helen nad. reached the rooms at the hotel when Helen heard tho ring of tho telephone. She answered the call. Listening, dumfounded, she did not toll Spike what she heard, but with her face somewhat blanched and Rhinelander's words ringing in her ears, she hung up the receiver. "Got the stock from the safety deposit box,” he had directed, "and I will use that as temporary security until I can replace the money.” Seagrue shook his head. "No. Mr. Rhinelander," he said slowly, "that won’t do. I must havo legal tender, and have ft today, or our contract doesn’t go.” Helen, with Spike as her escort, reached tho bank only to find It i closed as she had feared. Tho watch- ' man, despite her appeals, refused thcih I admittance. But a little obstacle j such as that was not a serious deterI rent to Spike. He had defied the law too long to be balked now in the ; interests of justice and fair play. He had been a malefactor with the law I against him; he brushed aside all I scruples now in taking tho role of a benefactor with the law still against him. The watchman had his way. j “If the case is as bad as you say,” Spike muttered to Helen, "we’ve got to do something.” Helen shook her head despairingly. "It may mean millions. Spike,” she exclaimed. “What can we do?” In her distress she clasped her hands. “Do,” echoed Spike scornfully. "Go in and open the box and get your propI erty—there’s nothing else to do.” “But how?” cried Helen, wide-eyed with perplexity. Spike loused his head. It was set high above a pair of swinging broad shoulders, and whenever Spike shook his head in that way, Helen knew some suggestion was coming. He bent forward and pointed his finger at her to emphasize his words. "You put the stock in tho box, didn’t you?” She nodded a half-frightened assent. "That,” he continued stiffly, “was your business. Now, you want to get it out, don t you?” She nodded once more. “That,” he declared with much positiveness, “is my business.” A moment later, at the side of the bank, Helen, frightened to death, followed Spike through an unguarded door. He led the way hastily and stealthily to the vault, and Helen, with her key, opened Rhinelander’s box. It was while they were thus feloniously abstracting their own property that the watchman saw them. He turned in an alarm. At the police station •where it registered, the sergeant

ciii rruni nuuii called out the men and they started on the jump for the bank. Helen, in the interval, had taken the securities from the box and showed them to Spike. As they turned tc leave, the watchman, re-enforced by the officers, pounced down on them. Helen, desperate over the situation, upbraided the watchman. A wordy dlscussicn followed. But Helen and Spike were started for the station, where more developments had already taken place. The victim of the hold-up, in response to the sergeant’s message, had arrived, and on having the suspects, Ward and Adams, paraded before him, was unable to identify Seagrue’s retainers. In fact, he distinctly declared these were not the men that had eaten all his free lunch and robbed him. The chief, refusing to be satisfied, continued to ask questions. His instinct concerning seemed to tell him that this pair were crooks, and, if not answering to one charge, should justly be held to await another. While this was going on in the office of the chief, Helen and Spike were ushered, with the complaining watchman, into the booking room. Helen demanded the use of the telephone, and in spite of the serious charge lodged against her something in her bright eyes or her demeanor satisfied the sergeant she was no criminal, and he handed her the phone from his desk. She called Rhinelander up at Seagrue’s rooms. When the bell rang, Seagrue told Rhinelander to answer it, and from Helen at the station the latter learned of the plight she and Spike were in. No explanation that Helen and I

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, Spike could make moved the desk sergeant in any degree. He had directed the officers to take the two to separate cells when a commotion was heard in the hallway and Rhineland- ’ er dashed into the room. In the twinkling of an eye the aspect of everything changed. In Rhinelander, tho conscientious watchman recognized the president of his own safe deposit company, and when the great 1 transportation magnate rushed up to ■ Helen to extend his sympathy and nodded, as an old acquaintance, to ■ Spike, the humble watch dog of the safe deposit vault gasped. ■ He wait- • ed just a minute, and in an auspicious lull in the conversation between ; Rhinelander and Helen, Spike standing at attention, the watchman pushed ■ into the group to ask whether he had made a mistake. 1 “No mistake at all,” said Rhlneland- * er heartily and reassuringly, and to | the watchman s great relief. “You did 1 exactly right. You didn't know these people. They had no business in jj 1 there. But they were there not only , ■ to get my securities out of a box, but to get me out of a box!” The watch1 man stared. "So” —Rhinelander turned to the sergeant in explanation— : "there’s really nobody to blame, ser- i gcant, except that your men and you ! have a box of cigars coming from ■ somebody and it might as well be me 1 as anybody else.” The sergeant scratched his head. “This is the queerest mix-up I ever struck,” he muttered, perplexed. At Rhinelander’s suggestion he sent for the chief. The moment the latter appeared everything was made right. Within his own room the chief had a : knotted problem. He had been try-i ing in every way to extract some <lamaging admission from Ward ami Adams, but unable to do so, had re-1 luctantly dismissed the pair, satisfied that it justice had her due the two would be behind the bars. Just outside the police station, Helen and Rhinelander —Spike listening—were conferring as to what should bo done in the awkward emergency facing them. How could they pow save their property from Seagrue's eager clutches? They moved away together slowly, Just as Ward and: Adams, having got the real handbag from the sergeant, walked out of the station. The two men encountered the halting and perplexed trio. Rhinelander's roving eye fell on the bag as Ward passed him. He cried out and pointed. Ward and Adams turned: nervously. "Stop thief!” yelled Rhinelander, making for them. Seagrue’s men recognized their victim. Away they dashed, Helen and the two men after them at top speed. Across a city street a block away the hind end of a long freight train was rapidly pulling. Ward and Adams headed for it. Farther down the line, at a Santa Fe crossing, a Tidewater passenger train had slowed, and for this Helen, Rhinelander and Spike made. Hut the excitement and speed were telling on Rhinelander, who was not in the class and training of his companions. He weakened. Spike stopped to help him along. In that brief interval Helen made the side of a coach as the Tidewater passenger train picked up speed. Her companions could not overtake her, but Rhinelander hastily chartered a passing automobile, and away ho went with Spike after the i two trains. It was a triangular race, ! but the passenger train, on a parallel : track, gained rapidly on the freight. Helen had already climbed to the coach roof, and. with both trains run- . ning, she watched the gap lessening between the passenger and the freight that bore the two thieves on , the adjoining track. As she found her , own train rapidly overhauling the oth- ; er, she mado up her mind what to do. The moment her coach pulled j abreast of the last box car in the long , drag she jumped from the top of the , coach to the top of the freight car, , landed safely, regained her feet, and looked over the side of the train for the men she was after. Within the box car where they had taken refuge, Ward and Adams were trying to open Rhinelander’s bag. ' ■ They had succeeded in negotiating the lock when, to their consternation, , Helen, through the open sidedoor, swung down and in on them from the z roof. The thieves jumped to their feet. But before Adams was up. Helt:: had knocked him over again, ind as Ward jumped at her, she ma> I iged to shoot out her foot at the hand | :ag. By a rortunate chance shekiciie 1 it cleanly out of the car. Freeing nci ! elf from Ward’s clutches with an "getic blow, she si'ra.ig to tho u.oo: self and lumped utter tho oag ire: ■.

the fast-moving car to the ground. Adams, when Helen pushed him over, had struck his head against an iron bar and ho lay on the car floor almost unconscious. Ward turned to him the minute Helen was gone. "Wake up!” ho shouted. “We’ve got to get out of here.” “What's up?” demanded Adams, groggily. “We’re left, man. Shake yourself and get out of here before you get •pinched.” Waiting their chance when their train slowed down in passing the next ■station, the two men jumped out of th j box car. Down the line Ward saw the bridge they had passed when Helen sprang from the car. "That girl can’t be far off yet,” he muttered. ■ “She may be hunting for the bag. If iwo get thero quick enough, we can get hold of it ourselves.” Helen, running fast as she could, searched the right of way keenly. : , Help was nearer to her than she was ! aware of. But she had eyes tor nothing beyond her search, and, finally, hardly a stone's throw from the bridge itself, she saw the bag lying ■ on the gravel. The nearest station was to the I north. Helen began to retrace her I steps, thinking to telephone or to get | s omehow in touch with Rhinelander from there. Hastening on, she heard her name called, and, looking up, was astonished to see Spike waving his hand at her from the bridge Just ahead. He and Rhinelander, following the train in the machine, had seen her spring from the box car. She started to run forward to join Spike. But Ward and Adams had come up. Seeing Helen approach, they hid, and when she passed them they seized and overpowered her and dragged the bag from her hands. Not without stout resistance on her part. Sho fought the two with blows and screams, and Spike, hearing the commotion, ran to where he could slip over the side of the bridge and drop to the tracks. Shouting loudly as he scrambled to his feet, he ran to where Ward and Adams were fighting Helen, who had again got her hands on the bag. But when Spike reached the scene the encounter was short. Ward, the more powerful of Seagrue’s , men, engaged him furiously, and, as a boxer, would have put him out, had not Spike clenched and slammed the big fellow heavily to the ground. Ho jumped at Adams before Ward could come back, and the two crooks, seeing the game lost, took to their heels. Spike turned to see what damage had been done to Helen. She had the bag safely in hand and they started together to join Rhinelander. The bag was now committed to Spike for safekeeping, and Rhinelander headed tho car for tho city in an effort to reach Seagrue’s quarters quickly with the payment. Burning the tires all the way into town, he pulled up with a jerk before Seagrue’s apartment and the three, alighting from the car, hastened up to his rooms. Seagrue, expecting the return of Ward and Adams with their loot, caught his breath when he faced Rhinelander and his escort at the door. Rhinelander he could account for. Helen, he was not at a great loss to account for; but to see the craning neck, square jaw. straight nose and cold, gray eye of Spike in the twilight of the hallway was too much for even Seagrue’s noise. When they pushed their way in upon him, he made hardly any attempt to resist. “I —I wasn’t looking for you,” he stammered. Rhinelander laughed. “No! I understand. However, it's all right. A couple of your men, Seagrue, had this bag in hand” —he held up the leather grip for Seagrue’s inspection—“to bring to you.” Rhinelander’s eyes were sparkling with the zest of victory. “They were detained, Ssagrue,” he went on, enjoying to the full the consternation of the breathless rascal before him. “In fact, the two met with a little accident.” He nodded toward Helen as the little accident, herself. “The police are looking for the pair Siow,” explained Rhinelander, jestingly. “But we thought it only neighborly ito bring the bag In, ourselves. Especially since you seem to consider that our title to the Superstition mine rests on your receiving the actual cash today for the second payment.’’ While speaking, Rhinelander had gone to the table, thrown the bag open md was tossing the packages of curency out “There’s your money, Ssarue—tv>' dy-flve thousand dollars. Count it, Seagrue, and give me a receipt." (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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