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By Denis Morrison
from Chicago westbound on the Transcon
-1 tlnental Limited .Terry Fallon sat reading his paper when the
conductor arrived to collect his ticket.
for fyed him narrowly. He felt
himself tempted to open a conver
sation but resisted the urge. Not
many items escaped Fallon's at
tention. Bark on the line they
railed him Eagle-Eye Fallon and
for good reasons. He bided hss
The conductor passed to and fro
in the train repeatedly and each
trip Fallon felt the searching
glimpse on him. It got to be a
game. Finally the conductor sat
down on the seat beside him and
How rome you're paying your
way? Why aren't you riding on a
Fallon's eyes twinkled.
"I knew you had me pegged," he
"You’re exactly right. It's some
thing about t he eyes.”
"Now, if you had handed me a
pass I wouldn’t have been in any
doubt, at all. But when a railroader
shows me a paid-up first-class tick
et, with a compartment on an extra
fare train, then I get, to wonderin’
how lie got in bad —or what?”
a it a
TERRY FALLON chuckled good
*l humoredly and drew out his wal
"Read that,” he said, "and weep.
You're looking at the luckiest man
In the world."
The conductor took the newspaper
clipping that Fallon offered him and
read a headline that said in large
WINS SI 00,000
The story under the headline said:
"Jeremiah Fallon. 58-year-old vet
eran of the I. R. TANARUS., today was re
ceiving the congratulations of his
fellow workers on holding a ticket on
Brllerophon, winner of the Leices
tershire handicap. An employe of
the I. R. T. for 37 years, Fallon told
interviewers today that he plans to
turn in his uniform and spend a
year in travel before settling down in
a cottage in the Bronx for the re
mainder of his days.”
a a tt
rrwHE conductor read the clipping
through. Fallon handed him
others, a whole dossier of them,
some with his picture. He swelled
with pride as the other man de
voured what was written about him.
His pride was considerably deflated
when he placed the clippings and
picture in his wallet.
"I took you at first for a real rail
roader,” the conductor said.
"What do you mean, a real rail
"Why—like myself. You fellows—
ou're only moles. I'd rather be a
ogheader on a horsecar, a brake
an on a work train, than push a
t of cars down there under the
und in a—what-do-you-call-it?—
was a railroader—what you call
t 1 railroader—too,” Jerry Fallon
ted with some heat. “I started
n the Central at Binghampton
rs ago. Began by liglitin’ fires
ight locomotives. Got to be
ouse foreman. Then fireman.
!own to New York and went
a I. R. T. back around 1900.
v, for real life, for excite
ctivity, fun—give me the
ny old time.”
au never got any higher
1 In all those years? Must
racket for promotion.”
'her than guard. I was
i 18 years. One night
14th-st about 3 o'clock
ing—well. I hurt my
e, it's a little off even
a fire,” said Jerry
nents People being
forth. A bad sit
tlly guy poked a
He didn't mean
It was Important
me off the fnmt
Had to. Believe
lu’re slidin’ out
Uion in Brook
au only got so
ir jag all the
and back to
’l, you step
1 you watch
you got to
hr was going to do it in style with
a full pocknbook and plenty more
where that came from. Some dis
tance out of Kansas City the girl
in the seat across the aisle from
him began making eyes at him.
They were in mid-Kansas when
the waiter came through the train
with his gong announcing the first
call for dinner. The girl got up at
the same time Jerry did. He fol
lowed her out to the dining car. It
was crowded. The dining car con
ductor found a table for two and
directed them to it. Jerry Fallon
never suspected that this carefully
prearranged service enriched the
dining car conductor to the extent
He paid the check. He paid for
the drinks in the club car that night,
I too. With large, imposing bills. It
was lots of fun. She told him she
was sure she had seen his picture
I in the paper.
"You have,” said Jerry. “In con
nection with a big killing I made.”
“I knew you were a rich broker,”
the girl said.
a a a
“ A —ER—a speculator,” said Mr.
1 Fallon, managing to impart
ponderous importance to the word.
“It must be wonderful to make
fortunes just in one sort of fell
swoop like you do.”
“It is, and no fooling,” Jerry
agreed. “You know, I’m just won
dering where I’ve seen you be
fore. Has your picture been in the
"Oh, no. Why would the papers
print the picture of poor little me?
Dear me, goodness, no, nothing
When Jerry retired to his com
partment that night he had consid
erable loose money in his pockets.
He locked the door. He was up
early in his bathrobe to make his
toilet ahead of the other passen
gers and because the habit of early
rising was strong on him. When
he reached for money to pay for
his breakfast his pockets were
empty. He told the train conductor
“It’s funny,” the conductor said.
"There's a thief aboard. You’re the
third passenger that has reported
being robt d.”
"They’re all through passengers.”
the conductor said, “going to Cali
At lunch time Fallon, back from
the smoking compartment, saw the
pretty girl weeping bitterly.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’ve —I’ve been robbed. Ooh, boo,
hoo.” Her tears were very convinc
ing. “Whoever it was took all the
money I had. Whatever am I going
'T'HAT was too much for Jerry
-*• Fallon. It was bad enough for
the thief to despoil passengers who
could afford it. but to steal the last
dollar from a pretty lady who
“ Never mind, little girl. I’ll keep a
careful lookout. And I’ll not be
taking my eye off you.”
“Oh, really? I’ll feel so much
better if I know you are protecting
The night the train passed
through Arizona three more pas
sengers were robbed. No one got
off. The conductor was mystified.
Telegrams flashed back and forth
over the wires. Detectives pre
pared to descend on the limited.
Consternation was in the air. But
no trace was found of the thief.
The train rolled through the hot
desert and over the mountain pass
that led down into the sun-kissed
valleys of California. There was a
15-minute stop at San Bernardino.
“I'm going out to' buy some
oranges,” said the pretty girl whose
name, she had informed him, was
Rosalie Jones. “If it takes my last
“Bring me a dozen,” Jerry Fal
lon said, handing her a dollar.
He saw her skip across the maze
of tracks and disappear. He fol
lowed her. In the crowded station
he saw a dapper young man hurry
up to her. Something passed be
tween them. The girl turned to the
fruit stand and the dapper youth
started away toward an automobile
parked In the station yard. Jerry
Fallon collared him as he was en
tering the car.
“nr\AKE this fellow down to the
X station house, officer,” Jerry
directed the policeman who hurried
up, “and get in touch with the chief
of the railroad detectives at once.”
As the Transcontinental Limited
sped through the orange empire of
southern California. Jerry Fallon
had little chance to observe the
scenery. He was too busy explain
ing to the train conductor how it
had all happened.
“I was two days rackin’ my mem
ory to place that young lady,” he
told the conductor. “I knew I had
seen her before. A long time ago.
I knew' it had something to do with
cryin’ and sheddin’ tears.
‘‘l knew it the minute she came to
me weeping because her money had
'een stolen. Well, this morning it
’1 came back. In Times Square the
ps call her Weeping Annie. She
Is a fake faint and when some
iw' hurries to her rescue she
hes a hand into his pocket and
’s his wallet. I caught her
g her stunt once on my car.'
11.” said the train conductor
Tgly, “you're a hell of a good
e even if you're not a rail
just a subway mole.”
’ smiled when he said it,
r Fallon smiled, too.
ng is fun just like I
would be,” Jerry said.
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At the same instant he felt a heavy body strike
the weapon, and the poor boy was hurled to the
ground. Nearby, his cousin heard that frightful
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elephant foe. His great trunk whipped downward
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