Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 April 1897 — Page 3

CHAPTER IX.

A TALK BEFOKK BREAKFAST. Looking at my watch I found it was a littlo after 8, which meant 0 in Washington. Allowing for transmission, a telegram would roach there in time to be on hand with the opening of the departments. I therefore wired at once to the following effect: Postmaster General, Washington:

A peremptory mandamus has been issued by territorial judge to compel mo to deliver to addressee the three registered letters which by your directions, issued Oct. 16, I was to hold pending arrival of Special Agent Jackson. Service of writ will bo made at 8:46 today unless prevented. Telegraph me Instructions how to act.

That done, I hnd a good tub, took a brisk walk down the track and felt so freshened up as to bo none the worse for my sleepless night. I returned to the station a little after 6, and. to my surprise, found Miss Cullen -walking up and down the platform. "You aro up early 1" we both said together. "Yes," she sighed. "I couldn't sleep last night." "You're not unwell, I hope?" ."No—except mentally."

I looked a question, and she went on, "I have somo worries, and then hist night I saw you were all keeping some bad news from mo, and so I couldn't sleep.'' "Then we did wrong to make a mystery of it, Miss Cullen," I said, "for it really isn't auything to trouble about. Mr. (.'amp is simply taking legal steps to try to force me to deliver those letters to hiiu." "And can he succeed?" "No." "How will you stop him?" "I don't know yet just what we shall do, but if worse comes to worst I will allow myself to lie committed for contempt of court." "What would they do with you?" "Give mo free board for a time." "Not send you to prison?" "YPS." "Oh," she cried, "that mustn't bel You must not make such a sacrifice for us," "I'd do more than that for you," I •aid. And I couldn't help putting a littlo emphasis on the last word, though I knew I had no right to do it.

She understood mo and blushed rosily, even while sho protested, "It is too much"— "There's really no likelihood," I interrupted. "of my being able to assume a martyr's crown. Miss Cullen, so don't begin to pity me till I'in behind the bars." "But I can't bear to think"— "Don't," I interrupted again, rejoicing all the time at her evident anxiety and blessing my stars fear the luck they had brought me, "Why, Miss Cullen," I went on, "I've become sointerested in your success and the licking of those fellows that I really think I'd stand about anything rather than that they should win. Yesterday, when Mr. Camp threatened to"— Then I stopped, as it suddenly occurred to me that it was best not to tell Madge that I might lose my position, for it would look like a kmd of bid for her favor, and, besides, would

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add to her worries. "Threatened what?" asked Miss Cullen. "Threatened to lose his temper," I answered. "You know that wasn't what you wwe going to say," Madge said reproachfully. "No, it wasn't," I laughed. "Then what was it?" "Nothing worth speaking about" "But I want to know what ho tkreat-

"Really. Miss Cullen"— I began, bet the interrupted me by saying anxiously: "Ho can't hurt papa, can he?" "Nov" I replied. "Or my brothers?" "He can't touch any of them without

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Dick Gordon, Yale graduate, goes la for hard work. From the Chicago Sc Alton railroad repair shops he is gradually promoted and finally works up to the position of superintendent of a western railroad—the Kansas St Arizona. The story opens with an account of a trip by rail of Mr. Cullen, a railroad vice president, over the lines of the K. & A. Gordon is asked to meet Cullen and party and pilot them through. In the party are Madge Cullen, with whom Gordon falls in love Lord Ralles, an Englishman, in love with Madge, and Captain Ackland, brother of Lord Halles. Talk turns on train robbers. Madge would like an adventure with hold ups. So would Ralles and Ackland. While horseback riding near Santa Fe, Gordon points out amongconvicts working on a railroad grade Jack Drute. a train robber under a fourteen year sentence. Madge speaks to the convict, who answers gruffly. CHAPTER II.—The party is joined by Madge's invalid brother. On a special train all go on westward. While Mr. Cullen, his elder son and the two Englishmen play poker and Gordon and Madge enjoy the moonlight on the rear car the train is held up by bandits. III.— The robbers are fired at and frightened away, taking with them but three registered letters from the mall coach. Gordon telegraphs for help and starts the company's sleuths, lie overbears Lord Ralles talking rudely to Madge and knocks him down. IV. —Mystery of tnesearch for the robbers only four shots fired by the robbers, and yet six empty shells are found. Cullen ana party go on to the Grand canyon. Gordon remains to assist the sheriff. V.—Gordon, with the sheriff and posse, follows to Grand canyon, finds the party in camp, tells them he suspects them of complicity in the robbery and searches thorn and their effects. VI.—To find the letters he decides that he must search "Madge. When she finds he Is determined, she yields up the letters. The motive of the robbery is explained. The letters were proxies for the K. St A. election. Cullen's company was fighting for control. They took a desperate chance to get the proxies. Gordon resolves to pull the Cullens out of the scrape for Madge's sake. VII.— Our hero in league with the Cullens. Madge Is happy and Lord Ralles discomfited. VIII. —Gordon refuses to deliver the letters containing the proxies to the persons addressed a mandamus and an appeal to Washington.

my help. And he'll have work to get that, I suspect." "Then why can't you tell me?" demanded Miss Cullen. "Your refusal makes me think you are keeping back some danger to them." "Why, Miss Cullen," I said, "I didn't like to tell his threat because it seemed —well, I may be wrong, but I thought it might look like an attempt—an appeal— Oh, pshaw!" I faltered, like a donkey. "I can't say it as I want to put it." "Then tell me right out what he threatened," said Madge. "He threatened to get me discharged," I said.

That made Madge look very sober, and for a moment there was silence. Then she said: "I never thought of what you were risking to help us, Mr. Gordon. And I'm afraid it's too late to"— "Dbn't worry about me," I hastened to interject. "I'm along way from being discharged, and, even if I should be, Mins Cullen, I know my business, and it won't be long before I have another place." "But it's terrible to think of the injury we may have caused you,'' said Madge sadly. "It makes me hate the thought of money." "That's a very poor thing to hate," I said, "except the lack of it." "Are you so anxious to get rich?" asked Madge, looking up at me quickly

'Td do more than that for you." as we Valked, for we had been pacing up and down the platform during our chat. "I haven't been till lately," I said. "And what made you ohange?" she questioned. "Well," I said, fishing round for some reason other than the true one, "perhaps I want to take a rest" "You are the worst man for fibs I ever knew," she laughed.

I felt myself getting red, while I exolaimed, "Why, Miss Cullen, I don't think I'm a bit worse liar than"— "Oh, she cried, interrupting me, "I didn't mean that way. I meant that when you try to fib you always do it so badly that one sees right through you. Now, acknowledge that you wouldn't stop work if you could.'' "Well, no, I wouldn't," I owned up. "Tho truth is, Miss Cullen, that I'd liku to be rich because—well, hang it, I don't care if I do say it—because I'm in love."

Madge laughed at my confusion and said, "With money?" "No," I said "with just the nicest, sweetest, prettiest girl in the world."

Madge took a look at me out of the corner of her eye and remarked, "it must be breakfast time."

Considering that it was about 6:80, I wanted to ask who was telling a taradiddle now, but I resisted the temptation and said: "No, and I promise not to bother you about my private affairs any more."

Madge laughed again merrily, saying: "You are the most obvious man I ever met Now -why did you say that?" "I thought you were making breakfast an excuse," I said, "because you didn't like the subject" "Yes, I was," said Madge frankly. "Tell me about the girl you are engaged to."

I was so taken aback that I stopped in my walk and merely looked at her. "For instance," sho asked coolly, when she saw that I was speechless "what does she look like?" "Like, like"— I stammered, still embarrassed by this bold carrying the war into my own camp—"like an angel." "Oh," said Madge eagerly, "I've always wanted to know what angels were like! Describe her to me." "Well," I said, getting my second wind, so to speak, "she has the bluest «gres I've ever seen. Why, Miss Cullen, you said you'd never seen anything so blue as the sky yesterday, but even the atmosphere of 'rainless Ariaona* has to take a back seat when her eyes are round. And they are just like the atmc sphere out here. You can look into thesn for 100 miles, but you can't get to the bottom." "The Ariaona sky is wonderful," said Madge. How do the scientists account for

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I wasn't going to have my description of Miss Cullen side tracked, for since she had given me the chance I wanted her to know just what I thought of her. I

Puzzle as I did. over the WQrds^I managed to eat a- good breakfast aftd then went into the. Cullens' car and electrified the party by telling them of Camp's and Fred's dispatches and how I had come to overhear the former. Mr. Cullen and Albert couldn't say enough about my cleverness in what had really been pure lnck and seemed to think I had sat up all night in order to hear that telegram. The person for whose opinion I cared the most, Miss Cullen, didn't say anything, but she gave me a look that set my heart beating like a trip hammer and made me put the most hopeful construction on that speech of hers. It seemed impossible that she didn't care for Lord Ralles and that she might care for me but after having had no fcope whatsoever, the smallest crumb of a chance nearly lifted me off my feet.

We had a consultation over what was best to be done, but didn't reach any definite conclusion till tha station agent brought me a telegram from the postmaster general. Breaking it open, I read aloud:

Do not allow service of writ and retain possession of letters according to prior instructions. At the request of this department the secretary of war has directed tho commanding officer at Fort Whipple to furnish you with military protection, and you will call upon him at once, if in your judgment it is necessary. On no accour.*. surrender United States property to territorial authorities. Keep department notified.

"Oh, splendid!" cried Madge, clapping her hands. "Mr. Camp will find that other people can give surprise parties as well as himself," I said cheerfully. "You'll telegraph at once?" asked Mr. Cullen. "Instantly," I said, rising, and added, "Don't you want to see what I say, Miss Cullen?" "Of course I do!" she cried, eagerly jumping up.

Lord Ralles scowled as he said: "Yes. Let's see what Mr. Superintendent has to say." "You needn't trouble yourself," I said. But he followed us into the station. I was disgusted, but at the same time it seemed to me that he had oome because he was jealous, and that wasn't an unpleasant thought Whatever his motive he was a third party in the writing of that telegram and had to stand by while Miss Cullen and I discussed and drafted it I didn't try to make it any too brief, not merely Miring for a guard and when I might expect it but giving as well a pretty full history of case, which was hardly necessary. "You'll bankrupt yourself," laughed Madge. "You must let us pay." "I'll let you pay, Miss Cullen, if you want" I said. "How much is it, Welply?" I asked, shoving the blanks in to the operator. "Nothin for a lady,"said Welply, grinning. "There, Miss Cullen," I said. "Does the east oome up to that in gallantry?" "Do yon really mean that there is no charge?" demanded Madge incredulously, with her purse in her hand. "That's the size of it" said theOpe*ator. "I'm not going to believe that" cried Madge. "I know you are only deceiving me, and I really want to pay."

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didn't follow lead on the Ariaona skies, but went on: "And I really think her hair is just as beautiful as her eyesJkf^It's light brown, very curly and"— "Her complexion!" exclaimed Madge, "Is she a mulatto, and, if so, how can a complexion be curly?" "Her con-plexion," I said, not a bit rattled, "is another great beauty of hers. She has one of those skins"— "Furs are out of fashion at present," she interjected, laughing wickedly. "Now, look here, Miss Cullen!" I cried indignantly. "I'm not going to let even you make fun of her." "I can't help it," she laughed, "when you look so serious and intense." "It's something I feel intense about, Miss Cpllen," I said, not a little pained, I confess, at the way she was joking. I don't mind a bit being laughed at, but Miss Cullen knew about as well as I whom I was talking about, and it seemed to me she was laughing at my love for her. Under this impression I went on: "I suppose it is funny to you. Probably so many men have been in love with you that it has come to mean very little in your eyes. But out here we don't make a joke of love, and when we care for a woman we care—well, it's not to be put in words, Miss Cullen." "I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Mr. Gordon," said Madge gently, and quite serious now. 'I ought not to have tried to tease you." "There!" I said, my irritation entirely gone. "I had no right to lose my temper, and I'm sorry I spoke so unkindly. The truth is, Mist Cullen, the girl I care for is in love with another man, and so I'm bitter an^ ill natured in these days."

My companion stopped walking at the steps of 218 and said, "Has she told you so?" "No," I answered. "But it's as plain as she's pretty."

Madge ran up the steps and opened the door of the car. As she turned to close it she looked down at me with the oddest of exp-essions and said: "How dreadfully ugly she must be!"

CHAPTER X. WAITING FOR HELP.

If ever a fellow was bewildered by a single speech, it was Richard Gordon. I walked up and down that platform till I was called to breakfast, trying to decide what Miss Cullen had expressed, only to succeed in reading 50 different meanings in her parting six words. I wanted to think that it was her way of suggesting that I deceived myself in thinking that there was anything between Lord Ralles and herself but, though I wished to believe this, I had seen too much to the contrary to take stock in the idea. Yet I couldn't believe that Madge was a coquette. I became angry and hot with myself for even thinking it for a moment.

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road superintendents can send messages free, Miss Cullen." 'How silly of me!'' exclaimed Madge. Then she said: "How nice it is to be a railroad superintendent, Mr. Gordon! I should like to be one myself."

That speech really lifted me off my feet, but while I was thinking what response to make I came down to earth with a bounce. "Since the,telegram's done," said Lord Ralles to Miss Cullen in a cool, almost commanding, tone, "suppose we take a walk." "I don't think I care to this morning," answered Madge. "I think you had better," said his lordship, with such a manner that I felt inclined to knock him down.

To my surprise Madge seemed to hesitate and finally said, "I'll walk up and down the platform if you wish."

Lord Ralies nodded, and they went out, leaving me in a state of mingled amazement and rage at the way he had cut me out Try as I would I wasn't able to hit rron any theory that supplied a solution to the conduct of either Lord Ralles Miss Cullen, unless they were engaged and Miss Cullen displeased him by her behavior to me. But Madge seemed such an honest frank girl that I'd have believed anything sooner than that she was only playing with me.

If I was perplexed, I wasn't going to give Lord Ralles the right of way, and as soon as I had made certain that tb' telegram was safely started I joined the walkers. I don't think any of us enjoyed the hour that followed, but I didn't care how miserable I was myself so long as I was certain that I was blocking Lord Ralles, and his grumpiness showed very clearly that my presence did that. As for Madge, I couldn't make her out. I had always thought I understood women a little, but her conduct was beyond understanding.

Apparently Miss Cullen didn't altogether relish her position, for presently she said she was going to the car. "I'm sure you and Lord Ralles will be com pany enough for each other,'' she said, giving me a flash of her eyes which showed them full of suppressed merriment, even while her face was grave. In spite of her prediction, the moment she was gone Lord Ralles and I pulled apart about as quickly as a yard engine can split a couple of cars.

I moped around for an hour, too unsettled mentally to do anything but smoke and only waiting for an invitation or for some excuse to go into 218. About 11 o'clock I obtained the latter in another telegram and went into the car at once.

Telegram received—I read triumphantly—A detail of two companies of the Twelfth cavalry, under the command of Captain Singer, is or dered to Ash Forks and will start within an hour, arriving at 5 o'clock.

C. D. OLMSTEAD, Adjutant.

"That won't do, Gordon,'' cried Mr. Cullen. "The mandamus will be here before that" "Oh, don't say there is something more wrong!" sighed Madge. "Won't it be safer to run while there is still time?" asked Albert anxiously. ""I was born lazy about running away," I said. "Oh, but please, just for once, Madge begged. "We know already how brave you are.''

I thought for a moment, not so much objecting, in truth, to the running away as to the running away from Madge. "I'd do it for you," I said, looking at Miss Cullen so that she understood this time what I meant without using any emphasis, "but I don't see any need of making myself uncomfortable when I can make the other side so. Come along and see if my method isn't quite as good."

We went to the station, and I told the operator to call Rock Butte. Then I dictated:

Direct oonductor of Phenix No. 8 on its arrival at Hock Butte to hold it there till further orders.

RICHARD GORDON, Superintendent.

"That will save my running and their chasing," I laughed, "though I'm afraid along wait at Rock Butte won't improve their tempera

The next few hours were pretty exciting ones to all of ns, as can well be

How much fe it, Wclplyr' I asked. imagined. Most of the time was spent, I have to confess, in maneuvers and struggles between Lord Ralles and myself as to which should monopolize Madge, without either of us succeeding. I was so engrossed with the contest that I forgot all about the passage of time, and only when the sheriff strolled up to the station did I realize that the climax Was at hand. As a joke I introduced him to the Cullens, and we all stood chatting till far out on the hill to the south I saw a cloud of dust and quietly called Miss Cullen's attention to it. She and I went to 97 for my fieldglaasea, and the moment Madge looked through them she cried: "Yes, I can see horses, and, oh, there are the stars and stripes! I ckm't think I ever loved them so much before." "I suppostrwe civilians will have to take a back seat now, Miss Cullen?" I said. And she answered me with a demure smile .rorth—well, I'm not going to pat a value on that smile. "They'll be here very quickly," sbe almost sang. **You forget the clearness of the air,*' said and then asked the sheriff how far away the dust cloud was.

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Mrs. Piatt Talks About Hysteria.

When a nerve or a set of nerves supplying any organ in the body with its due nutriment grows weak, that organ languishes.

When the nerves become exhausted and die, so to speak, the organ falls into decay. What is to be done? The answer is, do not allow the weakness to progress stop the deteriorating process at once

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"Yer mean that cattle drive?" he asked. 'Bout ten milea "You seem to think of everything!" exclaimed Miss Cullen, as if my knowing that distances are deceptive in Ariaona was wonderful. I sometimes think one gets the most praise in this world for what least deserves it.

I waited half an hour to be safe and then released No. 8 just as we were called to dinner, and this time I didn refuse tho invitation to eat mine in 218.

We didn't hurry over the meal, and toward the ond I took to looking at my watch, wondering what could keep the cavalry from arriving. 'I hope there is no danger of the train arriving first, is there?" asked Madge. "Not the slightest, "I assured her "The train won't be here for two hours, and the cavalry had only five miles to cover 40 minutes ago. I must say they seem to be taking their time." "There they axe now!" cried Albert

Listening, we heard t^e clatter of horses' feet going at a good pace, and we all rose pud went to the windows to see the arrival. Our feelings can be judged when across the tracks came only a mob of 80 or 40 cowboys, riding in their usual "show off" style. "The deuce!" I couldn't help exclaiming in my surprise. "Are you sure you saw a flag, Miss Cullen?" "Why—I—thought"— she faltered. "I saw something red, and—I supposed, of course"— "s~r

Not waiting to let her finish, I Exclaimed, "There's been a fluke somewhere, I'm p^raid, but we are still in good shape, for the train can't possibly be here under an hour. I'll get my fieldglasses and have another look before I decide what"—

My speech was interrupted by the entrance of the sheriff and Mr. Camp.

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