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: : i z. T. . .. . . JANUARY 19, 'Ti)W COPYRIGHT. I89fl. 8r. J B UWINCOTT COMPANY 8YWOPSI8 OF PBKVIOU8 CHAPTEKS. Dick Gordon, Yale graduate, goes in for hard work. From the Chicago k Alton rail road repair shops he Is gradually promoted and finally works up to the position of super intendent of a Western railroad the Kansas AArlrona. The story opens with an account of a trip by rail of Mr. Oullen, a railroad vice president, over the lines of the K. & A. Qor .' don Is asked to meet Oullen and party and pilot them through. In the party are Madge Gallon, with whom Gordon falls In love; Lord Ralles, an Englishman, In love with Madge, and Captain Ackland, brother of Lord Ralles. Talk turns on train robbers. Madge would like an adventure with hold upa. Bo would Kalles and Ackland. While horseback riding near tianta Fe, Gordon . points out among convicts working on a rail road grade Jack unite, a train robber under a fourteen-year sentence. Madge speaks to the convict, who answers gruffly. CIJAPTER II. The party Is Joined by Madge's invalid brother. On a special train all go on west ward. While Mr. Cullen, bis elder son and the two Englishmen play poker and Gordon and Madge enjoy the moonlight on the rear mr t.tm trnln U holrl nn hv hnniiltJl. III. The v robhors are fired at and frightened away, taking with them but three registered letters from the matl coach. Gordon telegraphs for help and starts tire company's sleuths. He T 1 llu ,.11,1,.,. nulolil tn ' Marian and Unrwlii him down. IV. MvHtfirV or tne searcn lor tne rooDers; oniy ioursnois 'i fired by the robbers, and yet six empty shells are found. Cullen and party go on to tne Grand canyon. Gordon remains to assist the sheriff, v. Gordon, with the sheriff and posse, follows to Grand canyon, finds the I.. 11 thorn ks aiiuui Iknm of comollcltv in the rohborv and searches ; them and their effects. VI. To find the let ters he decides that he must search Madge, i. When she finds he is determined, she yields ;' tin the ltittnrn. Tho motive of the rohherv Is i explained. The letters were proxies for the K. & A. election. Cullen's company was v chance to get the proxies. Gordon resolves to null the Gullns out of the scraoe for Madge'ssake. VII Our hero In league with tne uu liens, mauge is nappy ana lioru liaiies aiscomntea. Mr. Camp and Mr. Baldwin and two O. 8. officials come in on it." "What do you think he'd give for theso letters?" laughed Fred. "If they were worth so much to you, I suppose they can't be worth any less to the G. S.," I replied. "Fortunately there is no way that he can learn where they are," said Mr. Cullen. "Don't let's stand still," cried Miss Culkn. "Mr. Gordon, I'll run you a raoo to the end of the platform." She said this only after getting a big lead, and she got there about eight inches ahead of me, which pleased her mighti ly. "It takes men bo long to get start ed," was the way she explained her vic tory. Then she walked me beyond the end of the boarding to explain the work ings of a switch to her. That it was only a pretext she proved to me the mo ment I had relocked the bar by Baying: "Mr. Gordon, may I ask you a ques tion?" "Certainly," I assented, "It is one I should ask papa or Fred, out I am afraid they might not tell me the truth. You will, won't you?" she begged very earnestly. "I will," said I. "Supposing, " she continued, "that it became known that you have those let 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 elec tion, " 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 bettor to keep it a secret?" she asked anxiously. "I suppose so, " I said, and then add ed, "Why should you bo afraid of ask ing your father?" "Because he might well, if he knew, I'm sure ho would sacrifice him self, 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 sub ject ' 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 tho dining room. That made me call myself something, for not having offered Miss Cullen the use of my desk in 07. 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 cord 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 ho looked as much surprised as we had all done a moment before. "I beg your pardon for intruding, Mr. Cullon," 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. Cul len?", he inquired, with a touch of sus picion in his manner. "No," I answered. "My special is the next car, and I was merely enjoy ing a cigar here," "Ah!" said Mr. Camp. "Then 1 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 the smoke out in a cloud slowly to gain time, "I don't think I follow mi"Zl&i4 "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 mo." "I can't do that." "Why not t" he challenged. "They're my property." I produced the postmaster general's telegram and read it to him. "Why, this is infamous 1" 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 1 couldn't help retorting: ' 'That's quito 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 insido of 24 hours. " lie made an angry exit, and I said to Fred: "I wish you would stroll about and spy out the proceedings of the ene my's camp. He may telegraph to Wash ington, 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 tho deuce did ho know that yon had those letters?" That was just what we were all puz zling 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 a new 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. Be fore 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. S. 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, go ing 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 con ductor, as Fred jumped aboard, and the train pulled out ( t "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. " Miss Cullen blushed as if I had said something I ought not to have and stam mered, "I I didn't write them, after all" "I beg your pardon, " I said, thinking what a dunce I had been not to under stand 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 embarrass ment deepened Miss Cullen's blush five fold, 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 invent ed 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 np 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 glanc at k watch rtrtid mo' with Ihefact 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 hud walked, for an hour I went in to auk him if tho train to Phenix had arrived on time. As I opened the door, the telegraph instru ment began clicking and called Ash Forks. The man, with the curious abil ity that operators get of recognizing their own call, even in sleep, waked up instantly and responded, and, not wish ing 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, and the "24 paid." But as I heard tho clicks which meant ph, I suddenly became at tentive, and when it completed Phenix I concluded Fred was wiring me and listened for what followed tho date. This is what the instrument ticked: That may not look particularly intel ligible, but if the Phenix operator had been talking over the phone to me he couldn't have said any plainer: Sheriff yavapai county ash forks arizona be at railroad Btatlon three forty five today to meet train arriving from phoenix prepared to Immediately serve peremptory mandamus Is sued tonight by Judge Wilson slg theodore oamp. My question being pretty thoroughly answered, I went back and continued my walk, but before five minutes had passed tho operator came out and hand ed me a message. It was from Fred, and read thus: Camp, Baldwin, and lawyer went at once to house of Judge Wilson, where they staid an hour. They then returned with Judge to sta tion, 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 un derstood the move. I was to be hauled before Judge Wilson by means of man damus proceedings, and, as he was com ing 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 ac knowledging that I had done something wrong. I didn't like any one of the options. CHAPTER IX. A TALK BEFORE BREAKFAST. Looking at my watch I found it was a little after 3, which meant 6 in Wash ington. Allowing for transmission, a telegram would reach there in time to be on hand with the opening of the de partments. I therefore wired at once to the following effect: Postmaster General, Washington. A peremptory mandamus has been Issued by territorial Judge to compel me to deliver to addressee the three registered letters which by your directions, issued Oct. 16, 1 was to hold pending arrival of Special Agent Jackson. Service of writ will be made at 8:45 today un less prevented. Telograph me instructions how to act. That dono, I had a good tub, took a brisk walk down the track and felt so freshened up as to be none the worse for my sleepless night I returned to tha station a little after 6, and, to my sur prise, found Miss Cullen walking up and down the platform. "You are up earlyl" 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 some worries, and then last night I saw you were all keeping some bad news from me, and so I couldn't sleep." "Then we did wrong to make a mys tery of it Miss Cullen," I said, "for it really isn't anything to trouble about. Uxt Camn is simply taking legal step CHAPTER Vm. HOW DID THE SECRET LEAK OUT? I made up for my three nights' lack of sleep by not waking the. next morn ing till after 10. When I went to 218, 1 found only thethef, and he told me the party hod gone for a ride. Since I could tirif nlV frt "M a3fVA T urAnf tj wrtrlr at. . my desk, for I hod been rather neglect ing my routine worm, wnne l sun j wrote I heard horses' hoofs, and, look ) ing up, saw the Cullens returning. I went out on the platform to wish them good morning, arriving just in time to , see Lord Ralles 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 some thing to her, made me grit my teeth i and look the other way. None of the I , ridors had seen mo, sol 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 miser able and downhearted that I made an excuse of my late breakfast for not join ing them. i After luncheon the party in the other special all came out and walked up and 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 Misa Cullen peering in at me. The mo ment I looked up she called: "Won't you make one of us, Mr. Mis anthrope?" I called myself all sorts of a fool, but out I went as eagerly as if there had Icon some hope Miss Cullen began to t;vjio me over my sudden access of ener gy, declaring that she was sure it was a pese for their benefit or else due to a ' guilty conscience over having slept bo lata - "I hoped you would ride with us, 1 though perhaps it wouldn't have paid you. Apparently there is nothing to see in Ash Forks." "There is something that may inter ef t you all," I said, pointing to a special lint had been dropped off No. 2 that ucraiag. ... "What is it?" asked Madge. "U'i ft $. rftt&V X a-4 "mi