Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 39, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 April 1897 — Page 9

THE GREAT K. AND A. TRAIN ROBBERY.

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platform. "The G. S. 's dough is cooked." "I must waltz with some one," cried Madge, and before I could offer she took hold of Albert and the two were whirling about, much to my envy. The Callous were about the most jubilant road agents I had ever seen.

After consultation with Mr. Cullen, •we had 218 and 97 attached to No. 1 when it arrived and started for Ash Forks. He wanted to be on the ground a day in advance, and I could easily be back in Flagstaff before the arrival of the special agent.

I took dinner in 218, and they toasted me as if I bad done something heroic instead of merely having sent a tele-

They toasted me as if I had done something hcroic. gram. Later four sat down to poker, while Miss Cullen, Fred and I sat ou the platform, and Madge played ou her guitar and sang to us. She had a very sweet voice, and before she had been singing long we had the crew of a "dust express"—as we jokingly call a gravel train—standing about, and they were speedily re-enforced by many cowboys, who left the saloons to listen to her, and who, not being overcareful in the terms with which they expressed their approval, finally by their riotous admiration drove us inside. At Miss Cullen's suggestion we three had a second game of poker, but with chips and not money. She was an awfully reckless player, and the luck was dead in my favor, so Madge kept borrowing my chips till she was so deep in that we both lost account. Finally, when we parted for the night, she held out her hand, and, in the prettiest of ways, said: "I am so deeply in your debt, Mr. Gordon, that I don't see how I can ever ropay you.''

I tried to think of something worth saying, but the words wouldn't come and I could only shako her hand. But, duffer as I WJW, tho way she had said those words, and the double meaning she had given them, would have made mo tho happiest fellow alive if I could only have forgotten tho existence of Lord Italics.

CHAPTER

Vin.

HOW DID THE SECRET IJCAK OUT? I made up for my three nights' lack of sleep by not waking the next morning till after 10. When I went to 218, I found only the chef, and he told me the party had gone for a ride. Since I could not talk to Madge, I went to work at my desk, for I had been rather neglecting my routine work. Whilo I still wrote I heard horses' hoofs, and, looking up, saw tho Cullens returning. I went out on the platform to wish them good morning, arriving just in time to see Lord Italics help Miss Cullen out of her saddle, and the way he did it, and the way he continued to hold her hand after she was down, while he said something to her, made me grit my teeth and look the other way. Nono of the riders had seen me, so I slipped into my car and went back to work. Fred came in presently to see if I was up yet and to ask me to lunch, but I felt so miserable and downhearted that I made

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excuse of my late breakfast for not join ing them. After luncheon the party in the other special all came out and walked up aud down the platform, the sound of their voices and laughter only making me feel the bluer. Before long I heard a rap on one of my windows, and there was Miss Cullen peering in at me. The moment I lwked up she called: "Won't you make one of us, Mr. Misanthrope?"

I (billed myself all sorts of a fool, but out I went as eagerly as if there had been some hope. Miss Cullen began to tense me over my sudden access of energy, declaring that she was sure it was a pose for their benefit, or else due to a guilty conscience over having slept eo late,

I hoped you would ride with us, though perhaps it wouldn't have paid you. Apparently there is nothing to see In Ash Forks." "There is something that may interest you all," I said, pointing to a special that had been dropped off NA 2 that morning. "What is it?" asked Madge. "It's a G. & special," I said, "and Mr. Camp and Mr. Baldwin and two G. S. officials came iu on it." "What do you think he'd give for those letters?" laughed Fred. "If they were worth so much to you, I suppose they can't be worth any less to the G. S.,M I replied.

Fortunately there is no way that he can learn where they are," said Mr. Cullen. "Don't let's stand stiU." cried Miss Cullen. "Mr. Gordon, I'll ran you a race to the end of the platform." She •aid this only after getting a big lead, and she got there about eight inches ahead at

me, which pleased her mighti­

ly. "It takes men so long to get start­

was the way she explained her victory. Then she walked me beyond the end of the boarding to explain the workings of a switch to her. That it was only a pretext she proved to me the moment I had relocked the bar by saying: "Mr. Gordon, may I ask you a question?" "Certainly," I assented. "It is one I should ask papa or Fred, but I am afraid they might not tell me the truth. You will, won't you?" she begged very earnestly. "I will," said "Supposing," she continued, "that it became known that you have those

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ters? Would it do our side any harm?" I thought for a moment and then shook my head. "No new proxies could arrive here in time for the election," I said, "and the ones I have will not be voted."

She still looked doubtful and asked, "Then why did papa say just now, 'Fortunately?' "He merely meant that it was safer they shouldn't know." "Then it is better to keep it a secret?" she asked anxiously. "I suppose so," I said, and then added, "Why should you be afraid of asking your father?" "Because he might—well, if he knew, I'm sure he would sacrifice himself, and I couldn't run the risk." "I am afraid I don't understand?" I questioned. "I would rather not explain," she said, and of course that ended the subject.

Our exercise taken, we went back to the Cullens' car and Madge left us to write some letters. A moment later Lord Ralles remembered he had not written home recently, and he, too, went forward to the dining room. That made me call myself—something, for not having offered Miss Cullen the use of my desk in 97. Owing to this the two missed part of the big game we were playing, for barely were they gone when one of the servants brought a card to Mr. Cullen, who looked at it and exclaimed, "Mr. Camp!" Then, after a speaking pause, in which we all exchanged glances, he said, "Bring him in.''

On Mr. Camp's entrance he looked as much surprised as we had all done a moment before. "I beg your pardon for intruding, Mr. Cullen," he said. "I was told that this was Mr. Gordon's car, and I wish to see him." "I am Mr. Gordon." "You are traveling with Mr. Cullen?" he inquired, with a touch of suspicion in his manner. "No," I answered. "My special is the next car, and I was merely enjoying a cigar here." "Ah!" said Mr. Camp. "Then I won't interrupt your smoke, and will only relieve you of those letters of mine.''

I took a good pull at my cigar and blew tho smoke out in a cloud slowly to gain tima "I don't think I follow you," I sair1 "I understand that you have in your possession three letters addressed to me." "I have," I assented. "Then I will ask you to deliver them to me.'' "I can't do that."

Why not he challenged. They're my property I produced the postmaster general's telegram and read it to him. "Why, this is infamous!" Mr. Camp cried. "What use will those letters be after the 20th? It's a conspiracy." "I can only obey instructions," I said. "It shall cost you your position if you do," Mr. Camp threatened.

As I've already said, I haven't a good temper, and when he told me that I couldn't help retorting: 'That's quite on a par with most G. S. methods." "I'm not speaking for the G. S., young man,'' said Mr. Camp. "I speak as a director of the Kansas and Arizona What is more, I will have those letters inside of 24 hours."

He made an angry exit, and I said to Fred: "I wish you would stroll about and spy out the proceedings of tho enemy's camp. He may telegraph to Washington, and if there's any chance of the postmaster general revoking his order I must go back to Flagstaff on No. 4 this afternoon." "He shan't do anything that I don't know about till he goes to bed," Fred promised. "But how the deuce did he know that you had those letters?"

That was just what we were all puzzling over, for only the occupants of No. 218 and myself, so far as I knew, were in a position to let Mr. Camp hear of that fact.

As Fred made his exit he said, "Don't tell Madge that there is anew complication, for the dear girl has had worries enough already."

Miss Cullen not rejoining us, and Lord Ralles presently doing so, I went to my own car, for he and I were not good furniture for the same room. Before I had been there long Fred came rushing in. "Camp and Baldwin have been in consultation with a lawyer,'' he said, "and now the three have just boarded those cars," pointing out the window at the branch line train that was to leave for Phenix in two minutes. "You must go with them," I urged, 'and keep us informed as to what they do, for they evidently are going to set the law on us, and the G. a has always owned the territorial judges, so they'll stretch a point to oblige them." "Have I time to fill a bag?" "Plenty," I answered him, and, going out, I

ordered

the train held till I

should give the word. "What does it all mean?" asked Miss Cullen, joining me.

I laughed and replied, "I'm holding up a train all by my lonesome." "But my brother came dashing in just now and said he was starting for Phenix." "Let her go," I called to the conductor, as Fred jumped aboard, and the train pulled out

"I hope there's nothing wrong?" Madge questioned anxiously. "Nothing to worry over," I laughed. "Only a little more fun for our money. By the way, Miss Cullen," I went on, to avoid her questions, "if you have your letters ready and will let me have them at once, I can get them on No. 4.

Mira Cullen blushed as if I had said something I ought not to have and stammered, "I—I didn't write them, after aH" "I beg your pardon," I said, thinking what a dunce I had been not to understand that the letters of both herself and Lord Ralles had been only a pretext to get away from the rest of us.

My apology and evident embarrassment deepened Miss Cullen's blush fivefold, and she said hurriedly, "I found I was tired, and so, instead of writing, I went to my room and rested."

I suppose any girl would have invented the same yarn, yet it hurt me more than the bigger one she had told on Hance's trail. Small as the incident was, it made me very blue and led me to shut myself up in my own car for the rest of that afternoon and evening. Indeed, I couldn't sleep, but sat up working, quite forgetful of the passing hours, till a glance at my watch startled me with the fact that it was a quarter of 2. Feeling like anything more than sleep, I went out on the platform, and, lighting a cigar, paced up and down, thinking of—well, thinking.

The night agent was sitting in the station, nodding, and after I had walked for an hour I went in to ask him if the train to Phenix had arrived on time. As I opened the door, the telegraph instrument began clicking and called Ash Forks. The man, with the curious ability that operators get of recognizing their own call, even in sleep, waked up instantly and responded, and, not wishing to interrupt him, I delayed asking my question till he should be free. I stood' there thinking of Madge, and listening heedlessly as the instrument ticked off the cipher signature of the sending operator, aijd the "24 paid." But as I heard the clicks which meant ph, I suddenly became attentive, and when it completed Phenix I concluded Fred was wiring me and listened for what followed the date. This is what the instrument ticked:

That may not look particularly intelligible, but if the Phenix operator had been talking over the phone to me he couldn't have eaid any plainer:

Sheriff yav&pai county ash forks arizona be at railroad station three forty five today to meet train arriving from phoenix prepared to immediately serve peremptory mandamus issued tonight by Judge wilson sig theodore camp.

My question being pretty thoroughly answered, I went back and continued my walk,- but before five minutes had passed the operator came out and handed me a message. It was from Fred, and read thus:

Camp, Baldwin, and lawyer went at once to house of Judje Wilson, whers they staid an hour. They then returned with judge to station, and after dispatching a telegram have taken seats in train for Ash Forks, leaving here at 8:25. I shall return with them.

A bigger idiot than I could have understood the move. I was to be hauled before Judge Wilson by means of mandamus proceedings, and, as he was coming to Ash Forks solely to oblige Mr. Camp and was notoriously a G. S. judge, he would unquestionaly declare the letters the property of Mr. Camp and order their delivery.

Apparently I had my choice of being a traitor to Madge, of going to prison for contempt of court, or of running away, which was not far off from acknowledging that I had done something wrong. I didn't like any one of the options. [TO BE CONTINUKD.J

GOOD ROAST BEEF.

Bow to Select It—Hints About Roasting and Carving It. A NVw York man complained to his butcher that he could not carve his roast without a large amount of blasphemy and asked to be helped out of his difficulties. "Now watch," said the butcher. "Have your butcher cut off about four inches of rib ends, leaving the lean eye of the meat and a very little fat on the small end. Now," he went on, "have him break the bones in this big piece about half way up—so." And he cut the rib bones about half way up. 'Now, you see, your roast will set flat in the pan and flat on the plate after it is roasted. Let it set bone side down. In-, stead of carving sideways, now, with th"t knife flat, you hold your beef with the fork, bone side down, and cut off the side of the piece. Do you understand? You have been used to having your beef on the plate the other way and slicing it from the top, haven't you?" The man said he had. "Well, that's your mistake," continued the butcher. "That's the mistake that most people make. The butcher sends the roast with the ends of the bones broken, but not cut off, and your cook roasts the whole thing. The ends that I have cut off are utterly worthless for roasting, but they are the very finest bones that you can get for Roup stock. They'll nuuee a soup stock that'll make your hair grow, and you have been wasting them for 12 years."

The man took his roast and departed, and the butcher remarked that there wasn't anything in the world, so far as he knew, about which there was as much ignorance as there was about fixing a prime rib roast for easy cooking and earring.

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THE DOMESTIC WEEK

HOtyLONE WOMAN LAYS IT OUJ DAY BY DAY. *5k ^•st' The Advantage of 8ystem—From the Be-, ginning of the Week to the End—The

Bontine of Household Dntiei—Instruction and Consolation Combined.

Domestic routine is the supreme characteristic of housekeeping. Every woman who is at the head of an establishment recognizes that she is relative to the domestic system as it has been regulated for us by our foremothers. They established the precedent, and we have no choice in the matter of living up to it. Now and then some feminine Philistine dares step over the boundaries that lie between the days of the week, but she is promptly frowned down. She has no followers. It is only logical that ironing day should follow wash day and that baking shall follow sweeping, and, although certain iconoclastic members of my sex wash on Saturday and use their thimbles on Sunday, there is no authority upon which to base their mis guided methods of housewifery.

Sunday as the first day of the week is a very trying time. It rarely starts in quite right. The morning nap is a luxury you are credited with, and it has to be paid for later with some confusion, more or less loss of temper, a good deal of misunderstanding—incidents not at all congruous with the day of rest. Before 11 o'clock in the morning any number of things have happened. A headache has materialized, a collar button has disappeared, two people have found holes in their stockings, one pair of gloves has turned up missing, one or two Sunday school lessons and a spanking or two have become tangled up in each other, and the cook has looked up anew place in the columns of the Sunday paper. Some one has said that Sunday is the clasp that binds together the volume of the week. That is well said. Everybody needs Sunday. It proves the value of labor as compared with rest and is a thing to be grateful for.

Monday is a stupid, dismal day. It has little to recommend it. "Blue Monday" it is the world over. The children hasten tardily to school and fail in their lessons. The housewife again begins the domestic routine. The holiday attire and the Sunday literature are alike put away. The dust J.nd the cigar ashes are wiped up, there is a suggestion of steam and suds in the air and dinner becomes an affair of secondary importance. The daughter cf the house rearranges the chairs in tho parlor, puts away the music and the photograph album, picks up a few stray hairpins in the vicinity of the sofa, dreams a little, puts fresh water on the flowers and watches for the postman. As Monday begins the busy week it is fraught with good resolutions, with intentions of thrift and energy.

Tuesday bears hard upon the good resolutions of yesterday. The domestic machinery is now in capital running order there is an odor of fresh bread in the culinary department the kitchen floor has no blots upon its character the clothes bars are draped in glossy linen the housemaid looks contented and happy time and activity have made smooth the wheels. Tuesday is a good day. The housewife depends upon Tuesday. The week is still in its infancy, and the future lends an inspiration.

Wednesday is the day of days. It sheds a luster over the days that are past and the days yet to come. About it lingers the chime of wedding bells. The week is in its prime, in the bloom of its maturity. Wednesday suggests clean table linen, fresh cut flowers, leisure, contentment and clubs. The church aid society, the social and literary and foreign mission clubs convene. The week is well on its way.

Thursday follows so closely upon the heels of Wednesday as to be clad in some of its waning glory. The wedding is over the flowers are faded some of the stitches in the web of good resolutions have been dropped the cook has an afternoon otft. The week is far advanced.

Odious, doleful Friday! Hangman's day! Sweeping day! With small excuse for being! A grim reality, a dismal necessity, a harbinger of ill luck! Without Friday civilization would come to a standstill, cobwebs and criminals would multiply and increase and all would be dust, riot and chaos. Resolutions of earlier days relax and disappear. Friday brings its cwn invoice of energy, and it is one of the pillars of the domestic week.

Saturday is a busy, encouraging time. It anticipates a day of feasting and prayer. It promises rest to the Christian and the sinner and brings it indeed to the Israelite. The minister adds the finishing touches to his sermon, the choir meets to rehearse and disagree, the wage earner receives his hire and a half holiday, the family larder is replenished, the children wrestle with their Sunday school lessons and the week closes with soap and water conflicts.

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only implement that confers immortality upon man. The needle of the highborn dame has endowed with renown him whose deeds were worthy of it. One of the earliest modes of transmitting the history of important transactions to posterity was by recording thera in long lines of pictorial representation. Tapestry work is older than the renaissance. The ancient Egyptians practiced embroidery with the needle and the loom, as the excavations at Thebes and Beni-Hassan have demonstrated. In tapestry painting it is again our brother the ancient Egyptian who takes the lead of nations. For what is "The Book of the Dead" but the oldest tapestry painting in the world? It is long papyrus strips of such immortal colors that the art of today can hope only to copy, not exceed, in beauty.

Tapestry painting is the natural outgrowth of tapestry work with the needle. Tapest- 7 painting requires tapestry canvas and tapestry dyes. These are imported. The cheap imitations are of no value. The canvas used is either of wool or of linen. Special bristle brushes are required, with long handles. The canvas must be stretched in a frame—taut, even, smooth. The colors must be worked more quickly than oils. They must be applied again and again. The wool tapestries must be stained after the picture is completed.

In the studios of the great Leon Coignet, president of the Beaux Arts, Paris, Mrs. Dart perfected herself in the arts of portraitare and tapestry painting. One of her greatest tapestries is 'The Missonary's Story," a canvas 7 by 9 feet, a copy of Vibert's famous painting. It portrays room in the Vatican whe^e a coterie of cardinals,enjoying luxurious afternoon tea, refuse to listen to the pathetic missionary monk. Mrs. Dart has caught the very spirit, the very expression, the absolute life of the picture's power. Her coloring is a marvel. The composition of the border of a tapestry painting is a very difficult work, more difficult even than the creation of the theme that the tapestry portrays. Herein lies one of Mrs. Dart's great gifts. Her tapestry borders are masterpieces in themselves. If her subject be a "Psyche And Her Love," look at this border built of birds—of fluttering wings, of song and soar. Tangled growths of dark woodland lead at last, as in the case of the immortal Twain, to Olympic uplands and light. Here is a Venetian palace interior. The troubadour poet has been singing to his lady, and now must come the farewell. He bends to kiss her white hand. She lets that little band lie a moment within his clasp. A knot of Venetian suitors, angry gentlemen, darken the doorway. Look at this border of the tapestry—Venetian vases of trimming roses swinging in the warm wind, full lipped, fair as those lips of my lady's that trembled in the great gust of love.

The art of tapestry painting is a beautiful adornment for the home, as a portiere, a wall painting, a picture for tl home, which should be woman's first thought and theme.

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RAILROAD Til TABLE

Trains marked thus run daily. Trains marked thus (J) run Sundays only. All other trains run daily, Sundays excepted.

VANDALIA LINE. MAIN LIMB.

Arrive from the East. Leave for the West.

7 West. Ex*. 1.30 a 15 Mail & Ac* 10.05 a 5 St. L. Lim* 10.19 am 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.44 ra 3 Mull & Ac. 0.45 11 Fast Mall*. 9.04

7 West. Ex*. 1.40 a 5 St. L. Lim*.10.24 a 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.49 13 Eff. Ac 4.20 11 Fast Mail*. 9.09

Arrive from the West. Leave for the East.

6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.20 am 14 Eff. Ac 9.30 a 20 Atl'c Ex*..12.41 8 Fast Line*. 1.50 2 N. Y. Lim*. 6.22

12 Ind Lim'd»11.20 a 6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.25 am 4 Mall & Ac. 7.15 am 20 Atl'c Ex*.. 12.48p 8 Fast Line* 1.55 2 N. Y. Lim* 5.27

MICHIGAN DIVISION.

Leave for the North. Ar. from the North

6 St Joe Mail.6.20 am 8 S. Bend Ex .4.20

13T. H. Ex...11.17 am 11 T. H. Mail. 6.40 pm

PEORIA DIVISION.

Leave for Northwest. Ar. from Northwest.

7 N-W Ex ... .8.00 a 21 Decatur Ex 8.80

20AtltcEx ..11.30am 6 East'n Ex. 7.00

EVANSVILLE & TERRE HAUTE.

NASHVILLE LINE.

Leave for the South. Arrive from South.

5C & NLim*. 2.01 am 3 O & Ev Ex*. 5.88 a 7 NO&FlaSpl* 3.40 pm 1 Ev& I Mall. 3.20

6 0 & N Lim* 3.55 a 2 E

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80 N OA FSpl* 3.20 4 Ex*11.10

EVANSVILLE & INDIANAPOLIS.

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Leave for South. Arrive from sou to.

33 Mail & Ex..9.00 a 49 Worth. Mix.3.50

6 O & N Lim* 4.50 a 2 TII & Ex.11.20 am 8 NO&FSpl* 3.25 pm 10 TH&M Loc 4.10 4E&C Ex*.11.55

48 TH Mixed.10.10 am 32 Mall & Ex. 3.00 xr

CHICAGO & EASTERN ILLINOIS. Leave for North. Arrive from North.

30 & E Ex*.. 5.90 a a 9 M&T11 Loc. 10.45 a 1 & Ev Ex.. .2.30 5 & N Lim*.11.55 par 7 NO&FSpl*.. 3.35pm

C. C. C. & I.—BIG FOUR. Going East. Going West. 36 N Y*OinEx*1.56 a 4 In&CldEx. 8.00 a 8 Day Ex*... 2.56 18 Knlckb'r* 4.31 rn

35 St Ex*... 1.83 am Ex & Mall*10.00 a 11 H-WLIm*.. 1.37 pm 5 Matt'n Ac. 6.30

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