Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 14, Number 93, Decatur, Adams County, 18 April 1916 — Page 3

irnr gidl ande I THE GAME • • h I ©T KBW (Wl&Wfi) Lffi'lf » r FPANKTI-SPEABMAN • MUTHOR OF "WHISPERING SMITH," “THE MOUNTAIN pViDE," “STRATEGY 1 OF (|REAT RAILROAD/," ETC | loVELIZED FROM THE MOVING PICTURE PLAY I Sf THE SAME NAME, PRODUCED BY THE SIGNAL | HIM CORPORATION. \ COeYNOHT i.ij. IY HANK H. SHARfWt

I SYNOPSIS. \ I > Molen Holmes, daughter of Gen- | [olmes, railroad man, is rescued imminent danger on a scenic rally George Storm, a newsboy. Grown ng womanhood, Helen saves Storm, tireman, her father, and his friends Rhinelander, financier, and Robert e. promoter, from a threatened colSufebreakers employed by Seagrue ' '"''"‘l Holmes’ survey plans of off line for the Tidewute>, fatally wound the general and escape. Her fas fitter's testate badly involved by his death, to work on the Tidewatet. Hsiao -ecovers the survey plans from Sieagri . and though they are taken from her, wide an accidentally made proof of _ blueprint. Storm Is employed by Jlit itel.Ti.ler. Spike, befriended by in his turn saves her and the right-of-way contracts when Seagrue kidnaps her ?I den and Storm win for Rhinelander to rue against Se-igriu- for right-.,f---wsy. Jieien, Storm and Rhinelander rescue f»lke from Seagrue’s men Spike steals Er' cords to protect Rhinelander, and - storm and Helen save Spike from death in tte burning court house. Vein tn Super® lion mine pinches out. Seagrue salts ii n:id sells it to Rhinelander The mhilK* i .ocated, Rhinelander gives Helen stifl IKsrrge each one-third of the Super»tltifcn|mli>e stock. Seagrue’s scheme to prevent payment for the mine Is spoiled. FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT HELEN'S RACE AGAINST TIME A fort r ight spent at the Hotel Hollywood': went very rapidly for Helen Holnios. The princely munificence of bar foster uncle, Amos Rhinelander, !a making her again through his gift et a Substantial interest in the Superstitktn mine, a young woman of large * mentis, had restored her to social reI spohSibilities. These were hers by right of bit tit and inheritance but she had been deprived of them by the untimely death of her father. Nor was her benefactor a man to do things by halves. During the time that Helen was his guest in the city, he seemed an unusually busy man. Al- | ways fully occupied, his time now was * hardly his own, so frequent were his - dashes In ajid out of town, and sp z : many his engagements. And during , this time something of an air of mystery sui?otinded his movements despite all he could do to make them appeal as of ordinary routine imposed on hiip by his railroad interests. To Helen’p Z ' frequent queries as to what he was dqing day after day. Rhinelander returned answers which no doubt seemed S, to him to satisfy her. But Helen perceived these were mere evasions calculated to put her of? i d kept her in ignorance of what he really was doing. ■ What ostensibly wi s most on his mind was that Helen should make all preparations for resuming a State of life to which she had Seen for some strenuous time a strange#.* '. ■Be had already restored to her service, after diligent inquiry, the falthfiil maid with whom Helen had parted when she left her. father’s house. On She morning that Helen walked with her maid out of the hotel and stepped into Rhinelander’s car, the sun was shining in a clear sky. Helen wM y . driven from the city rapidly north <ong the Santa Barbara boulevard unfil the party entered the country Kiy years—thfe — go. ’’ I JKJ ' I 1 < i Jr —j “Can You Forgive Me?’’ canyons ano foothills of the San F a’ ’ ▼alley. “Why, Uncle Amos,’ she said b t .” denly, “where are you taking '■ y- We are getting close to Signal’ > , ' Vj-S “We are going to Signal,’’ ' r / piled quietly. \ “What, pray, are you going tc ■' cA Signal?” demanded Helen. ‘T've a number of things tc there," returned Rhinelander turbed. “But I can’t do them tint get there, so why worry about ft" Rhinelander only looked stralg , ahead and preserved an unruffled lence: a silence that Helen, het • was not unwilling to break as the ; aped on towaro the Iron gates V y guarded (bv entrance tc her f« H1 * former estate. Would it turn in th She asked herself, or continue o>? th": hjjy road? The great gates were wide open a iodgekeeper trailed himself close one of them. 1 ciei. was not left lory la suspense ? antly, 1 I* i T Bh-

driver had had his orders, tor nls employer gave none, but the heavy car, scarcely slackening speed, swerved through the open gates and the lodgekeeper lifted his cap as the party ; swept past. Something in his salute | awoke old memories—could he be the same who had served her father? she ’ttsked herself. "That man." she re- ■ Marked to Rhinelander, "looks exactly like father’s old keeper.” •’He ought to," returned Rhineland, er, evenly. “■Why so?” “Because he is the same man." The car drew up before the house and stopped. “What are you going to do?" asked Helen in an undertone, “make a call here?” “Yes,'' answered Rhinelander pro paring to get out while a footman, run ning down the stops, opened the ton neau door for him. “And,” he added, “I want you to come in with me." Helen’s brow furrowed a little in perplexity. “But I don’t know these people," she murmured under hei breath. Rhinelander standing on the ground I while the footman waited at the other , side of the open tonneau door for < Helen, held out his hand: “You'll find I you’re mistaken,” he said to Helen convincingly. “You know almost everyJ one here. And even from those you ; don’t know, I can promise you a genu I Ine welcome.” “Uncle Amos,” demanded Helen ' hurrying with him up the flight oi steps that led to the familiar vest! bule, and toward which Rhinelander seemed hastening with unusual en ergy, "what do you mean?” “I’ll tell you what, Helen, the mo 1 ment you cross the threshold.” Her maid was at her elbow and it ’ the excitement of the little French woman, in her sparkling eyes and com pressed lips—Helen read more of thi great secret. She drew a deep breati and standing in the big hall, lookec around: "Why,” she faltered, "every thing seems just as 1 left it. Am dreaming?” She drew her hand faint ly across her eyes. “What does thii mean? These furnishings — evdry thing! Uncle Amos," she cried undei her breath, “who livek here? What i' it? What has happened?” “Helen,” he took her two hands inti his own, “this Is now your home jusi as it used to be. And your old friend are nearly all here to greet you.” A group of servants, men and worn en, stood at the entrance to the dinirq room. They were familiar faces to thi agitated girl. Tears welled into her burning eye: as she locked into the faces smilini around her. “Annette,” said Rhinelander briskl? to the maid. “Miss Holmes wishes t< go to her room." Like one dazed, Helen turned to ward the foot of the stairs but she dll not go up. Instead, she ran impulsive ly to Rhinelander, threw her armt about his neck and kissed him. Tin two stood for a moment in silence neither of them equal to speaking then Helen turned to Annette whe wafted and Rhinelander, blowing hit nose vigorously, walked’ out into thr garden. Some hours later he and Helen were an the lawn when Spike came hurrying up the drive carrying in his arms two little dogs. "They’re for you,’ he muttered gruffly to Helen when she asked about them. “I knew what Mr Rhinelander was doing all this time,’ he said, relaxing into a grin, "and 1 couldn’t keep up with his pace in making presents, but I wanted to bring you something.’ “Why, these little dears are a royal gift," insisted Helen. “Spike, you | ought never to have done such a thing. I They're beauties!” “Oh, no,” demurred Spike. “But they are," declared Rhineland ' er. “Where did you get them, Spike?’ Spike made light of the matter I 'They didn't cost much,” he said medI estly. “I traded an old kit of burglar tools for the pair o’ them. I thought,’ he added simply. “I might never need the tools again—they were mostly old models —and you might need the dogs That's no joke,” he insisted, when he saw how Helen and Rhinelander were laughing. “These dogs are better than all kinds of burglar alarms. And, ’ he nodded slightly toward Rhinelander “as I’ve been given the job of watchman on these grounds, I’m thinking about myself, too. They’d be a big help to me as well as a guard for Miss Helen.” Everything that day seemed to come just right. While the three were to gether a messenger boy appeared with a telegram for Helen. She opened it and read: Miss Helen i-iolmes, Signal. Will be on Local today. GEORGE STORM. Helen’s face reflected the pleas :: the news gave her: she handed th

dispatch to sptite and asked him to meet Sform at the station. When Spike had gone, Rhinelander, who had been telling Helen of his plans for the future, resumed his subject. "And Helen,’’ he said, at length, ‘T in going to make a request of you now that may seem very peculiar. You know, as well as Ido,how my nephew, Earl Seagrue, has treated both you and me. Ho has been about ns nraa as a man could bo, in spite of our efforts to treat him fair. But the fight L over and we have won. H is my only Bister's child. She died when be was a mere boy and asked me, on her death bed, to look after Earl and be to him what she would have been, had she lived. You knov whether Ijvc tried to carry out her injunction; you know what it has cost wo in more ways than one; you know as well as anyone that I have been patient with him.” Helen regarded her friend intently. ' “Seagrue is going to pieces,” Rhine- • lander Vent on. “I cannot tell you all I know; but I know enough to distress me very much. I want to help him for my sister’s sake, to make a man of himself again, if he will be 1 one. And for this reason—and to show his associates In his prosperous days that his own relatives are not going to turn him down—l want you, when your friends whom I have invited are here today, to invite him to come, also.” He saw the grave look on Helen’s face. “I know that you don’t like to do 1 it. It’s almost an impossibility to ask you to do it; but bor my sake, Helen, I wish you would.” He said no more, but left her alone. It certainly was rather a bitter thing for her. But she knew she owed' more than that to her benefactor. Rhinelander was quite right. Seagrue had been rapidly going to pieces. 1 He was conferring that day with Ward ' and with Adams, his servant, concerning their unsuccessful attempt to obtain possession of the Superstition 1 mine. The slightest mishap to Seagrue's plans served now to infuriate him to a degree of anger such as I he had never previously given way to. 1 He upbraided both the men roundly and dismissed Ward with abuse. Hard1 ly a moment afterward, a man appeared at the apartment door with a note. Seagrue opened It impatiently: My dear Mr. Seagrue: I shall be at home today to my friends. There will be tennis and tea. HELEN HOLMES. He studied the note in some surprise. It certainly was not overcordial, yet, it might mean an opening in a di rection in which he would be glad to ■ - — )

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pain advantage and he decided at once that he would accept. He gave orders for the trip to Signal, resolving to drive out, and told Adams he was to accompany him. They left the room together a little later and getting Into & new roadster, started for Signal. Spike, in the meantime, had gone to the station and was talking to the agent when the local passenger pulled in and Storm got off, saw Spike and the two left for the house. It was a delightful moment when Storm greeted Helen and Rhinelander under the old oaks. The young railroad man seemed bubbling over with happiness and Rhinelander, perceiving his great anxiety to segregate Helen for a little talk, summoned Spike and left the couple to themselves. Storm led Helen to the shade of ono of the big trees. “I was coming up today, anyway, Helen,” he began, “even if I had not got your note. You know what I have been doing for two weeks —about five men’s work.” "I know,’’ returned Helen happily, “but the best of it is, you are equal to it.” “I’m not so sure of that. But I do 1 know It has been the hardest two weeks’ work I have ever deno in my life to keep away from you.” He looked at her evenly. Her eyes fell under his gaze. “I think you realize, Helen,” he went on, speaking rapidly and not always connectedly, “how I’ve felt toward you f?r a long, long time. The trouble has been, I’ve never felt in a position to speak until now. You know I love you; I think you under stand why I’ve held my peace—l had nothing, it seemed to me. to offer you. But Mr. Rhinelander has put me in a position where I need no longer be afraid or obliged to keep silence. I want to ask you, Helen, to b6»-my wife." She could not speak. It seemed to !

both that though they had long anticipated lhe moment, they could not? have anticipated the happiness now upon them. He drew her, unresisting, Intp Ills arms and placed upon her finger his engagement ring. “This Isn't the conventional way of doing it, Helen, but this ring lias been waiting for two long weeks for its place on your tinThey wandered some distance from the house. But unfortunately for thefr tete-a-tete the guests were arriving. Rhinelander, meeting these as well as he could, was compelled to dispatch Spike on a search for Helen. Spike, who had lost, none of his aptitude for situations, found her with Storm among the oaks, and In spite of Storm’s disgusted expression he delivered his imperative message. And, conscience-stricken at having neglected her duties as hostess, Helen hurried away. Storm, In an exuberance of happ! ! nos;., watched her go. But anothet i than Spike had seen the happy pair j from a distance and watched with envious eyes some of their exchanges of affection—that was Seagrue. Smoking a cigarette, he walked de liberately to where Storm stood gazing after his departing fiancee. The young railroad man, aware of the sneer on Seagrue’s face, the moment the lat ter greeted him: “You appear to be becoming very friendly with Miss Holmes,” he remarked with a touch oi Insolence. Storm fired instantly. “Why shouldn't I?” he demanded with equal assurance “Rather ambitious,” sneered Sea grue, "for a discharged locomotive en gineer.” “Seagrue,” exclaimed Storm, hie neck swelling In anger, “if you knew what I thought of you, you’d be glad to be a discharged locomotive engl neer. So you're jealous, are you" Well, Helen Holmes is going to be my wife, and if you say another word about her or about me,” averred Storm, without casting about for fine words, “I’ll knock your infernal block off.’ Seagrue strode toward him in fury “You impudent rascal! What do you mean by threatening me? Get back to your cab and keep your impertinence to yourself.” Storm’s arm shot out. The next moment the two men were engaged in d pitched battle. Spike, at a distance, saw the mix-up, ran to Helen to warn her of the disturbance and hastened away to separate the pair. Helen, In her excitement started as ter Spike. Rhinelander and others fol lowed. Storm and Seagrue were as it hammer and tongs. The men tore them apart. Storm, furious at his en

emy but held back by Spike and Rhine lander, launched a terrific abuse at Seagrue and did not choose nice words in denouncing him and his conduct Indeed, his anger was so uncontrol lable, and to Helen’s mind his lack of restraint before her guests so inex cusable, that she upbraided Storm se verely for his intemperate language Seagrue, dusting his hands with his handkerchief, already had himself un der better control. It was his oppor tunity to take advantage of Storm’s natural but extreme indignation, and he made the most of the moment by professing to Helen to excuse Storm’s fury, but blaming his bad temper for tho disturbanca Storm, himself, cooled down by Spike, now tried tc make his apologies to Helen. But is was too late. Helen would not listen to him, and, turning away | with her guests, left Storm with no- j body to sympathize with him but i Spike. Reaching the tennis courts, some oi' the guests took up the play, while ; others, looking back toward the scene I of excitement, saw Helen coming over ' 1 I with Seagrue and Rhinelander. Reach. j • ing the courts, Helen, instead of stop-! ! ping, passed on with Seagrue. Twa | 1 men watched them walk away with particular interest: Spike, who seemed t deoply concerned with the awkward • situation, and George Storm, who now e began to feel the full force of Helen’s disapprobation. i For an hour she moved among her t guests, accompanied a goad part of the t time by Seagrue. To tell the truth, E it was not wholly by her own desire, c As her indignation cocl. l sle began I to consider that her lever had some e grounds for his ungovernable outbreak t and the exploits in which Seagrue had ' figured in the endeavor to do her and f her fp»ends all manner of harm re- I I I

purred to her memory. She did feel, however, that Storm should have made a further effort to tell her, privately, he was sorry for having so rudely broken in on the festivities of the day and since he did not. she was siifllclently piqued to profess an interest In Seagrue she was tar from feeling. The tennis games were finished and the guests making ready to go. Helen was about to start from the courts herself when Storm, coming up, spoke abruptly to her. But he was too proud and Helen was too disdainful. He could not bring himself to speak further about the unfortunate incident and, Incensed by his attitude, Helen, when she extended her hand as he said good-by, slipped bis ring from her fin ger and gave it to him in shaking bands. Flushed with humiliation, he turned away. This was not quite what she I had expected; but it was too late now to recall her precii.itateness, and, pretending not to care—although she did care a great deal —she started for the station with Seagrue to see her guests safely on the train. At Signal station Perkins, the agent, was taking an order from the dis patcher: Train No. 8 will wait at Feely Junction for Extra 3603 until 1:10 p. m. Helen's guests were arriving to take the local. The agent tossed the message to one side and resumed his work. I A bevy of pretty girls appeared at his window. One of them tapped on the pane and asked what time it was. Perkins, always gallant, told them and walked out on the platform to answet further questions. The local that day carried half a dozen box cars, with two coaches hooked on the hind end for the Signal passengers. When the train pulled in, Storm, with Spike and the tennis guests, boarded it. Seagrue, having driven up by machine, remained, greatly pleased with the situation. The train drew away from the station and the agent returned to the office. Seagrue and Helen walked down thcplatform. The moment Perkins reached his desk his eyes rested on the flimsy; he had forgotten to give the meeting order for No. 8. He dashed out ol doors, shouting vainly after the disap pearing train. Seagrue stopped him. “What's the matter?’ Perkins was hardly able to speak: “I overlooked an. order. Unless we stop the local, she will crash intc Number Eight at the Junction.” Helen, who understood the emergency better than Seagrue, caught her companion’s arm: “We must catch that train.” she cried, "or there’ll be a terrible accident.” “What do you mean—catch it?” de manded Seagrue. "I'm no sprinter.” “In the machine—the machine,’ cried Helen. “Don't lose an Instant We may be too late.” Seagrue, whose mind did not work as quickly, lost a precious moment in asking questions. Then: agreeing to what she declared -must be done, the two hurried to the house, bearded Seagrue’s car and started rapidly down the highway after the local. After crossing the hill north of the village of Signal, the highway parallels the railroad for some distance. The local engineman, intent only on main taining his schedule, was lumbering along at fairly good speed, when he saw the fireman on the other side of the cab leave his box and walk back into the gangway. A motor car oc cupied by a man and women and driv en rapidly along the road, was over taking the engine. The fireman sur raised they were giving the train a race —not an unusual thing along that particular tangent. But these racers waved frantically at him. Thinking they were jesting, the fireman waved back in turn. “We never can stop them!” cried Helen. “That man thinks we’re fooling. You must run ahead of the train, and get over on the other side where wc can reach the engineer.” With a terrific burst of speed, the motor car pulled ahead of the fasl moving engine and taking the track like a hurdle, cressed to the right side of the engine. For one moment the lives in the motor car hung narrowly In the balance; the hind wheels missed the pilot by only the fraction ; of a second. Helen tried to cry out her warning to the engineer. But he, J mistaking her intent as the fireman had done, grew angry at what ap-; peared to him a crazy joy ride. He refused to listen or look any longer: toward the motorists, but waved them i contemptuously off, calling them round I ly for their idiocy and sitting down again to his throttle. Half mile beyond where Helen and Seagrue were now speeding, the railroad and the highway part company abruptly and all hope cf making the engineer stop came to an end. As the train pulled away from the road, the motor car was halted and Seagrue and Hd’ien got out. Helen felt keenly dis tressed, but of a sudden she remembered Burnet Bridge She whirled on Seagrue: “We can beat them to Burnet bridge, this side of the Junction!’’ “Come on," cried Seagrue. “If we’re to do that, there’s no time to waste. Into the car!” He sprang in after her and away they went on ths new hope. Aboard the train, no one had any idea cf the excitement cutside. Storm, upset by the outcome of the day, was talking with ethers in the coach and so absorbed that he caught no sight of Helen on the vanishing highway. But by pressing their car to the utmost speed, she and Seagrue reached Burnet bridge ahead of the train. From where they stopped they could see the smoke of the local, now fast approaching. Sengrue asked Helen what uhe I «

meant to do She had decided and' told him her plan. He protested, say-1 ing she must not attempt what she proposed. “You will only get killed," | he insisted, "and do nobody any goqd. ’ "No," she replied, “I can do it and I'm going to. I know that train can be saved and I’m going to save it." "It s all right to try anything you'd have any chance of succeeding in, but you’d only be going to your death, I tell you,” he persisted. Unwilling to waste more time, Helen ' tried to open the car door to get out. Seagrue caught her arm: "You shan't go!" he declared. I< “I will go,” she cried. |, Before ho could restrain her, she jumped out of the car and running swiftly to the edge of the bridge i caught hold of it. The next moment a .- -‘i \ MS w i" r-RB B 9 OM| I Helen Dropped to the Top of thi Local. the local dashed through below and Helen jumped to the top of the boj car underfoot. Scrambling up from the deck she ran to the end, hurried down the side ladder and getting between the twe cars, she cut off the air and pulled the pin. The train, torn abruptly in two, sep arated, the head end jerking on toward the Junction crossing, just ahead, while the hind end slowed down. Num ber Eight had already whistled for the junction and as the front end of the parted local dashed over the frogs, the heavy passenger train swept swiftly across almost at right angles to it i Fast as it went, its observation cai barely claai\.d the hind end of the local as this followed over the crosa ing in pursuit of its severed head. The local engineer, looking back, saw what had happened and applied the air. As he slowed down, the pas sengers now awoke to what had hap pened, turned out of the coaches and ran forward. Helen fell fainting from the side ladder; she lay unconscious on the ground as the passengers crowded up. Seagrue, who had followed to ths I Junction in his car. ran toward Helen ' but as he approached, an arm shol out before him as a barrier. George Storm whirled him half way around and himself kneeling, lifted Heler i from the ground. Dazed by her fall and opening hei' i eyes slowly her surroundings, Helen —while Istorm anxiously asked ■ if she was hurt and reproached her sos leaving him—gradually pulled hes senses together. “Take me away, George,” she mun mured faintly. “Who are all thess people? What has happened?” At Storm’s elbow, while he tenderly cared for and redoubled his efforts to revive Helen, stood Spike, like a watchdog. He kept the circle of passengers from crowding in and when Seagrue again attempted to interfere, Spike escorted him ever to his machine and invited him in such unmistakable terms to continue his journey that Seagrue thought best not to rouse Spike's anger further. Returning hurriedly to the focus of interest about Helen, Spike continued to push the passengers tack. When Helen spoke to Storm again, as she soon did, she was able to rise to her feet and those passengers who refused to leavo the young couple to themselves were hustled away by Spike to give privacy to the little scene being enacted between Helen and Storm in the foreground. j "I am desperately sorry, Helen, I ' forgot myself this morning.” George was saying to his offended sweetheart. “1 know 1 ought not to have given way, but when that fellow spoke to ' me as he did—after all his meanness —I felt as if nothing but a good beat-ing-up would do him justice. I forgot you in it, Helen—that’s all. Can you forgive me?” She looked up into his eyes. Whether he found forgiveness there or not, he could detect nothing of anger: “Take me home, George,” she said sorrowfully. I’m awfully bruised up.” "You’ve nothing on me at that," laughed Storm. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his waistcoat and drew out her ring. “Before we start, Helen, I’d better put this back where it belongs.” Taking her unresisting linger into bis own, he slipped the engagement ring over it again. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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