Jasper County Democrat, Volume 9, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 December 1906 — The Manager Of the B. & A. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Manager Of the B. & A.

By VAUGHAN KESTER.

SYNOPiIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. I—Dun Oakley, Manager of the Buckhorn and Antioch railroad (known aa the • Huckleberry”), receives two letters, one telling him that his convict father, Roger Oakley, has been pardoned, and the other that General Corntah, the owuer of the B. & A., is about to visit Antioch. ll—Oakley visit-* Dr. Emory and meets Constance Emory. Other visitors are Griff Ryder, owner of the Aqtioch Herald, and Turner Joice, the local artist. lll—Oakley tells General Cornish that in orderto keep the car shoos running a cut In wages is necessary. IV--Oakley tells Holt, his assistant treasurer, of the proposed cuts. V—Roger Oakley appears In Antioch. He is a worthy old man, who killed an enemy in self defence and was unjustly convicted of murder. VI Roger Oakley goes to work in the car shops. Griff Ryder tries to induce Dan to keep a friend at work. Oakley refuses. Vll—Oakley and Ryder are rivals for Constance Emory’s favor. Vlll—Through Kenyon, candidate for congress, whose cousin Is warden of the Brison in which Roger Oakley was confined, yder learns the old man's history. IX—Oakley cuts wages in the car shops He Is attacked by the Herald. X-Oakley's office boy learns from the son of one of the men that the men are planning a strike and that Ryder is spreading the tale that Roger Oakley is a criminal. Xl—The men in the car shops refuse to work with Roger Oaklev. Branyon, their leader, is discharged. Oakley tells Dr. Emory that he will stay in Antioch and face the situation. Xlll—Oaklev has a final Interview with Constance. XIV and XV—The car shop men go on strike. XVI and XVll—Roger Oakley visits Ryder to try to induce him to cease his attacks on Dan. In a struggle the editor is killed a cidently. The body la found and the slayer's identity discovered. The old man flees. XVIII-The sheriff arrests for the murder a man who is afterwards released. XIX-Koger Oakley Is forced by forest fires to take refuge at Buckhorn. He meets Dan there. XX—Dan has gone to Chicago. Intencing to resign. His resignation la declined by the H. and A's vice-president General Cornish being absent, Dan secures a big contract for the car shops. On learning that Antioch is in great danger from forest fires he decides to return.

CHAPTER XXI. AT Butkhorn Junction Joe Durks, who combined the duties of telegraph operator with those h of baggagemaster and ticket agent, was at his table receiving a message when Dan Oakley walked Into the office. He had just stepped from the Chicago express. “What's the latest word from Antioch, Joe?” he nsked hurriedly. “How are you, Mr. Oakley? I got Antioch now.” “What do they say?” “They are asking help.” The metallic clicking of the Instrument before him ceased abruptly. “What’s wrong, anyhow?” lie pushed back his chair and came slowly to his feet. His linger was still on the key. He tried again to call up Antioch. “They are cut off. I guess the wire Is down." The two men stared at each other In silence. Dan's face was white in the murky, smoky twilight that filled the room. Durks looked anxious, the limit of his emotional capacity. He was a lank, colorless youth, with pale yellow tobacco stains at>out the comers of hit mouth and a large nose, which was superior to Its surroundings. Oakley broke silence with: “What’s gone through today, Joe?" “Nothing’s gone through on the B. and A. There's nothing to send from this end of the line,” the operator answered nervously. “What went through yesterday?” “Nothing yesterday either.” “Where is No. 7?” “It’s down at Harrison, Mr. Oakley.” “And No. 9?” “It’s at Harrison too.” "Do you know what they are doing at Harrison?” demanded Oakley angrily. It seemed criminal negligence that no apparent effort had as yet been made to reach Antioch. “I don’t,” said Durks laconically, biting his nails. “I suppose they are waiting for the fire to burn out.” “Why don’t you know?” persisted Dnn tartly. Ills displeasure moved the operator to a fuller explanation. “It was cut off yesterday morning. The last word I got was that No. 7 was on a siding there nntl that No. 0, which started at 8:15 for Antioch, had had to push back. The fire was in between Antioch and Harrison, on both sides of the track and blazing.” “Where's the freight?" questioned Oakley. “The last I heard It was trying to make Parker's Run.” “When was that?” “That was yesterday morning too. It had come up that far from Antioch the day before to haul out four carloads of ties. Holt gave the order. It is still there, for all I know—that is, If it ain’t burned or ditched. I sent dowu the extra men from the yards here to help finish loading the cars. 1 had Holt’s order for it, and supposed he knew what was wanted. They ain’t come back, but they got there alieud of the freight all right.” Oakley felt this care for a few hundred dollars' worth of property to have been unnecessary lu view of the graver peril thut threatened Antioch. Still, it was not Durks’ fault. It was Holt who was to blame. He had probably lost his head lu the general alarm and excitement. While Harrison might be menaced by the fire, It was lu a measure protected by the very nature of Its surroundings. But with Antioch, where there was nothing to stay the progress of the flames, the case was different With a north wind blowing they could sweep over the town unhindered. “Yesterday the wind shifted a bit to the west and for awhile they thought Antioch was out of danger,” said Durks, who saw what was in Oakley's mind.

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"“What have you heard from the other towns?” “They’re deserted. Everybody’s gone to Antioch or Harrison. There was plenty of time for that, and when No. 7 made her last run I wired ahead that it was the only train we could send out.” “How did you get the extra men to Parker’s Run?” “Baker took ’em there on the switch engine. I sent him down again this morning to see what was the matter with the freight, but he only went to the ten mile fill and come back. He said he couldn’t go any farther. I guess he wasn’t so very keen to try. He said be hadn't the money put by for his funeral expenses.” “They told me up above that the M. and W. had hauled a relief train for Antioch. What has been done with It? Have you made an effort to get it through ?” Durks looked distressed. Within the last three days flights of inspiration and Judgment had been demanded of him such as he hoped would never be required again. And for forty-eight hours he had been comforting himself with the thought that about everything on wheels owned by the Huckleberry was at the western terminus of the road.

“It ain’t much of a relief train, Mr. Oakley. Two cars, loaded with fire engines and a lot of old hose. They are on the siding now." “Were any men sent here with the relief train?” questioned Oakley. “No; Antioch Just wanted hose and engines. The water’s played out, and they got to depend on the river if the fire strikes the town. They’re in pretty bad shape, with nothing but one old hand engine. You see, their water mains are about empty and their hose carts ain’t worth much.” Oakley turned on ills heel and strode from the office. The operator followed him. As they gained the platform Dan paused. The very air was heavy with smoke. The sun was sinking behind a blue film. Its dull disk was the color of copper. He wondered if the same somber darkness was settling down on Antioch. The element of danger seemed very real and present. To Dan this danger centered about Constancy Emory. He quite overlooked the fact that there were several thousand other i>eople in Antioch. Durks, at his side, rubbed the sandy bristles on his chin with the back of his hand and tried to believe he had thought of everything and had done everything there was to do. The woods were on fire all about the Junction, but the town itself was In no especial danger, as cultivated fields intervened to shut away the flames. In these fields Dan could see men und women busy at work tearing down fences. On a hillside a mile off a barn was blazing. “There goes Warwick’s barn,” remarked the operator. “What was the last Word from Antioch? Do you remember exactly what was said?” asked Dan.

“The message was that a strong north wind was blowing and that the town was pretty certain to burn unless the engines and hose reached there tonight. But they have been saying that for two days, and the wind’s always changed at the right moment and driven the fire back." Dan glanced along the track and saw tlio relief train, consisting of an engine, tender and two flat cars, loaded with hose and fire engines, on one of the sidings. He turned on Durks with an angry scowl. “Why haven’t you tried to start that train through? It's ready.” “No one is here to go with it, Mr. Oakley. I was sort of counting on the freight crew for the Job.” “Where’s Baker?” “He went home on the 6:10. He lives up at Carson, you know.” This was the first stop on the M. and W. east of Buckhorn. “Why did you let him leave? Do you mean to say that he’s been loafing around here ull day with his hands In Ills pockets? He'll never pull another throttle for the Huckleberry!” Durks did not attempt to reply to this explosion of wrath. “Who made up the train?” demanded Dan. “Baker did—him and his fireman. I didn’t know but the freight might come up from Parker’s Ituu, and I wanted to be fixed for ’em. I couldn’t do a thing with Baker. I told him his orders were to try and reuch Antioch with the relief trulu, but he said he didn’t care who gave the order, he wasn't going to risk his life.” But Dan had lost Interest In Baker “Look here,” he cried. “You must get a fireman for mo, and I'll take out the trulu myself.” He wondered why he had not thought of tills before. “I guess I’ll manage to reach Antioch," he udded as he ran across to the siding and swung himself into the cab. A faded blue blouse and a pair of greasy overalls were lying on the seat in the cab. He removed his coat and vest and put them on. Durks, who had followed him, climbed up on the steps. “You’ll have to run slow, Mr. Oakley, because It’s likely the heat has spread the rails, If it ain’t twisted them loose from the ties,” _he volunteered. For

■ * **** ■ hands. “Here, throw In tome coal,” he ordered, opening the furnace door. Darks turned a sickly, mottled white. “I can’t leave,” he gasped. “You idiot You don’t suppose I’d take you from your post. What I want you to do Is to help me get up steam.” The operator attacked the coal on the tender vigorously. He felt an Immense sense of comfort. Dan’s railroad experience covered nearly every branch. So it chanced that he had fired for a year prior to taking an office position. Indeed, his first ambition had been to be an engineer. It was now quite dark, and, the fires being raked down, he lit a torch and inspected his engine with a comprehensive eye. Next he prob&l a two foot oiler into the rods and bearings and filled the cups. He found a certain pleasure in the fact that the lore of the craft to which he had once aspired was still fresh in bis mind. “Baker keeps her in apple pie order, Joe,’’ he observed approvingly. The operator nodded. “He’s always tinkering.” “Well, he’s done tinkering for us unless I land in a ditch tonight, with the tender on top of me.” A purring sound issued from the squat throat of the engine. It was sending aloft wreaths of light gray smoke and softly spitting redhot cinders.

Dan climbed upon the tender and inspected the tank. Last of all he went forward and lit the headlight, and his preparations were complete. He Jumped down from the cab and stood beside Joe on the platform. “Now,” he said cheerfully, “where’s that fireman, Joe?” “He's gone home, Mr. Oakley. He lives at Carson, too, same aB Baker,” faltered the operator. F“Then there’s another man whose services we won’t require in future. We’ll have to find some one else.” “I don’t think you can,” ventured Durks reluctantly. Instinct told him that this opinion would not tend to increase his popularity with Oakley. “Why not?” “They Just won’t want to go.” “Do you mean to tell me that they will allow Antioch to bum and not lift n hand to save the town?” he demanded sternly. He couldn’t believe it. “Well, you see, there won’t any one here want to get killed, and they will think they got enough trouble of their own to keep them home.” “We can go uptown and see if we can’t find a man who thinks of more than his own sldn,” said Dan. “Oh, yes; we can try!” agreed Durks apathetically, but his tone implied an unshaken conviction that the search would prove a fruitless one. “Can’t you think of any one who would like to make the trip?” Durks was thoughtful. He thanked his lucky stars that the M. and W. paid half his salary. At last lie said: “No. I can’t, Mr. Oakley.” There was a sound like the crunching of cinders underfoot on the other side of the freight car near where they were standing, but neither Durks nor Oakley henrd it. The operator’s Jaws worked steadily In quiet animal enjoyment of their task. He was still canvassing the Junction’s adult male population for the individual to whom life had become sufficiently burdensome for Oakley’s purpose. Dan was gazing down the track at the red blur in the sky. Buck of that ruddy glow, in the path of the flames, lay Antioch. The wind was in the north. He was thinking, as he had many times in the last hour, of Constance and the Emorys. In the face of the danger that threatened he even had a friendly feeling for the rest of Antioch. It had been decent and kindly in its fashion until ltyder set to work to ruin him. He knew ride into Antioch on his engine none the worse for the

trip, except for a few burns, bul there wns the possibility of a more tragic ending. Still, whatever the result, he would have done his full part. He faced Durks again. “Any man who knows enough to shovel coal will do,” he said. “But no one will want to take such long chances, Mr. Oakley. Baker said It was Jnst plain suicide.” Dan swore like a brakeman out of temper in tho bad, thoughtless manner of his youth. At the same moment a heavy, slouching figure emerged, from the shadow at

came hesitatingly toward the two men. Then a voice said In gentle admonition: “Don’t swear so, Dannie. It ain’t right. I’ll go with you.” It was his father. [TO BE CONTINUED)

“Don’t swear so, Dannie. It ain’t right I’ll go with you.”