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E was oiling around on the 519 when Altbea first saw him, and he was not very pretty to look at. There is, or there may be, a sort of artistic fittness, in blue denim overclothes and a mechanic's cap, but the big-boued, thin-faced young man whn im inhhintr tfi snout of "the of-can into the vitals ol the ten-wheeler had - .imissed -. it. His overalls, , which were as much to X large chvcumferentiaJly as they were lacking in length, were innocent of fcoap and water ; his- jumper was 'little more than a greasy rag ; and to complete the motley, lie was wearing a cap which was the latest $ wrinkle iu golf headgear. Vice-Prwident Lockhart's' private car, "Nadta, 4 was coupkd in the rear of Number Five, and at the Fbreakfast-svation stop three members of the party, &Miss LockVart, Ithe .vice-president aaid Mr. -.Bain--; bridge. Boclcton, Had descended "to , take the fresh tSnorninst airontthe .platform. After a few turns up and down beside' the 'fadia" Miss Althea had said: I want to see the engine; don't you know I always .want to see the engine?" And so the three of them ' had walked up the long platform, clear now of the scurrying throngs ,of breakfast seekers, to where the ,big "Baldwin" Stood throbbing - and : shuddering preparatory to its plunge into, the tunnel-iike gate Vway of Gringo Canyon r This, was 4he way Miss Lockhart came to see Or .i, man. In thct ordinary course of things he would scarcely have had a second giance of hers; but with ro such intention in mind the peppery vice-president .atood his friend. Major Lockhart had been known ? to have a flag man called down for the lack of a 'button on his uniform; and Ortnan's ill-fitting over I'clothes. the oil, .the coal smut, and the parti-colored igolf cap aroused Jiis ire. "Ha!" he snorted,:"I wondfcr how long Hoskins fhas been putting Roustabouts in charge of his first- dass trains?" I f f , . .. . There was a moment of fuse-fizzing silence in which Brockton, decently reluctant to witness the "shaming of a fellow .man, turned away. Miss Althea : ; stood her ground, hiSjwng that the engineer had not heard. But it was satd of the vice-president that his "rapiers were all broad swords. "Yes, I mean youF' he rasped, when Orman straightened up and faoed ham. "You are a disgrace to the service a harleiuin, sir! There is no excuse itor the engineer of a pessenger train masquerading as a round-house wiper. Report to Mr. Hoskins swhen you get in, and s.y to him, with my compli ijments, that, the auditing! department will approve a voucher for a box of soap and a supply of wash :;buckets for the use of the company's enginemen." "Oh, uncle!" said Althea, under her breath; an J her visible distress chang ed the engineer's scowl of -r resentment into a shame-lfece! grin. . "I'm afraid I do look ratfher tough," he admitted, i good-naturedly. "And there is no excuse, as you Jay. -I'll report to Mr. H osteins and mention the "box of soap." ' Althea was watching him narrowly as he spoke, I with her woman's heart full of sympathy. She was " not of those who believe tlust all the.' finer feelings re monopolized by the leisuiW classes, and she was generously indignant. - 1 Now, if there be women 4iom emotion mars .and their name is a multiple all tle others there ' are a few whose charms are heightened thereby. Miss Althea was one of .the fevr; amis Brockton, who had reattached himself to the group, thought he had aievcr seen her more entirely bcnutifkil. Also, it dis turbed him a little to reflect th;t true exciting cause 'was an upflash of Womanly sympathy for an un-' washed workingman. As he kr.tew to his own dis 1 com fit urc, Miss Lockhart had am exaggerated re- ' apect for men who had work to- lo and did it. It , was clearly the moment for a diversion, and he made --.,'one. " ' "We arc due to leave, Major,'", he said, consult ing his watch. "Don't you think Uwdd best be get ting back to the car?"- , . s For the first few miles of the mnyon-storming :Miss Althea sat with Brockton's 000 sin. Alicia, be jhind the broad windows in the observation end of tthe "Nadia," watching the cliffs and peaks swing right and left with the curves and 'thinking point- edly of a small dilemma. ;v -The outing trip, which was now; three days old. "d which was to pause indefinitely at Undercliff ,hInn, a Summer resort in the heart of the main J? "range, had not been, nor did it' promise to be, an unalloyed joy. While her invitation !,to join the party had come from her uncle in his owri pnoper person, ; Althea was beginning to suspect tjiait it had been ! prompted by certain match-making proclivities on ' X the part of the vice-president's wifo ' Mrs. LockhaTt .II. was a young woman, and Bain bridge Brockton fewas her cousin, once removed 1- Althea had known Brockton since tiis colleee davs. f,nd had liked him as much as she ; could like any J, man wno was content to do nothing. Left to her &.'self, she might have come, in time to look with favor upon his wooing, which was as energetic as -anything he ever did. But, with all it$ yieldings, the 51 woman-heart has a latent quality of stubbornness; r and when Miss Althea began to suspect that Mrs. Lockhart had planned things, she -set her fine white gteeth firmly upon a steady resolve not to be "mar Sjketed," at least, not while she was on .the small' . jU starch-maker's owri ground. : si That her fortune had anything to do with the , tnatch-making, or with Brockton's devotion, she ' .1wa .unwilling ,v to believe; since Btrockton had S enough of his own to -make him the most uncon- acionable of idlers. Yet she remembered, with a ' curious little thrill of scorn, that the fortune-hunting jp Instinct was in the Brockton blood Alicia, the fair j haired, serene-eyed - cousin . who sat within arm's preach, looking out upon this same backward-racing procession of peaks and cliffs,; had once so gossip , aiI broken an engagement almost between the ' church steps and the altar because the man had told ... .- her, he had been cut out of his father's will. Such thoughts were not altogether pleasant,' and f she was rather glad when Brockton flung his cigar i away and came m frofar-the platform' to draw up a 1 chair , beside her. " . . i " "Enjoying the scenery by height and depth? he, & aaid. making idle talk, as-was his wont. , "Yes and no j not as much as I should if we were ...going toward it instead of running away from it."' I ' the rejoined. "It is disappointing to catch fleeting glimpses of it just as it is vanishing." T ' The vice-president had been closeted in his stote- t loom with Hoskins, the general, manager, and the two men joined the group at the observation win j dows in time to hear Althea's reply. 1 . "You may ride on the engine if you'd li! c to. Miss ' Lockhart," said the general manager. "Mr. Brock ton can go with you. I'll arrange it at the next atop if yon care to try it. Althea said; 'Thank you," and meant it. From childhood shi had fcsd a sort cf -shivering reverence for locomotives and ship engines, and for t be men who made them obey. But her second thought was . the reecHccticn offt nan's hi"rii1ir.ticn. and the hope that the opportunity might offer for her to blunt the S sharp edge of it. "By the way, Mr. Hoskins, who is our engineer this morning?" demanded the vice-president. "A general utility, man named Orman," was the ' reply, but its facetiousness did not seem to lay hold of Major Lockhart. "The regular ma a had a death in his family, and " The vice-president's smile .was portentous. "Or man will have something to say to you when he reports his run," he remarked. Althea happened to be looking at Alicia, and she surprised a little start at the mention of the sub stitute's name. While two rail joints could c'ick under the wheels the slate-blue eyes were clouded anda faint flush: came and went in the fair neck and cheek. Althea wondered whyv but at. that mo ment the chime of the 519 sounded "or a. station and she rose to go jforward ' with Brockton and' the general manager. v , -.-jr ..".; With the highest, executive authority of the com"-' pany to' sanction it, the invasion of the 519's cab" facilitated itself, though Orman was no more than grufflypolite to the invaders. Room was madei for them on the fireman's box, Althea was told briefly how to brace herself against the side-slam of the cab in rounding the curves, and thereafter the engi neer left them to their own devices. The experience proved something less than excit ing, even to a novice. The grade was very heavy, and the big engine labored up the hills and around the dodging curves rather faithfully than spectacularly. When she had grown somewhat accustomed to the novelty, and had found the approaching scenic procession much like an inversion of the view from the "Nadia's" observation windows, Althea began to take note of her more ! immediate surroundings; to make mental notes, and to wonder how. she might pour a little of the oil of kindliness into the broad sword slashes of the vice-president. . " Despairing of finding an opening unless , she could make it. she turned to "Brockton to say, "I wish I could know how he does it without going crazy," meaning the engineer. Brockton adjusted his eye-glasses and stared across at the crouching figure on the opposite box as if the subject bored him. But it was the better part of him that made him get upon his 'feet and offer to help her down from her perch. ' "I know him,' he said shortly. "I'll introduce him, if you like." She held back. "Did you 'know him when Uncle when we were at the breakfast station?" "I didn't recognize him; nobody, would in that farcicial rig. But Mr. Hoskins' mention of his name gave it away." The clamor of matter in motion isolated them, and Orman was attending strictly to business. Brockton waited for a bit of straight track, and when it came he gave Althea his hand and steadied her across the foot-plate. "I take it you don't remember me, Orman," he said. "I'm Brockton, of the class of '98; and this is Miss Lockhart, the niece of the vice-president." The engineer took the introduction a little sheep ishly, as befitted his station, Althea thought; and she was sorry she had let Brockton make it. But since there were now two reasons for kindliness where there had been only one, she would not retreat. Now a man who rurts an engine in Gringo Canyon , is happy if, by gluing his eyes to the track, he can see a. scant half dozen rail-lengths ahead; to do thisT and to answer-the curious questions -of a' sweet voiced young woman who must needs stand almost directly behind him, is manifestly- impossible-,. Or man gave it up after one orfepo-futitfe-' attempts, and, surrendering his box to t-hikisitiytonehe.took his place beside her oh-the fmmmgsttp'...t-''2.'- ""Now you may ask all the questions you want to," he said, after Brocktpn, finding himself shut 'out of this most convenient arrangement for two, had gorie,, back to his place on the fireman's side. For a dodging curve or two she clung to the window-seat arm-rest and was silent." - Then she said: "Twant to ask you not to care too much about what my uncle said to you a little while ago. I don't, think he really meant to to- " The young engineer's laugh was wholly without bitterness.. ' "Is that what you had in mind? be asked. And then: "You needn't have taken so much trouble. It was nothing; and, besides, I'm not quarreling with my bread andfbntter." - "I; wish you wouldn't put it that way," she said, after another pause. Quite conscientiously she was trying to get down to h;s level; to the levi'l of a man in his walk in life; and it perplexed her a little to find him so unresponsive to the effort" "I'll put it any way you like," he answered promptly. "Suppose we say that Major Lockhart has the respect, if not exactly the warm-hearted affection, of all the men irj the service, your humble servant included. And his guess hit the mark. This ? rig of mine is a wiper's outfit." The 510 was picking her way judiciously around a set of complicated elbows and reversed cufves at a point in the canyon where Gringo Creek runs every way save uphill, arid for a minute or two the man was lost i the engineer. When he spoke again it was in gentle deprecation of thc.vice-president s mar- . tinetism. "Of course, Major Lockhart was within his fights in landing on me. But some things which are quite justifiable are not always expedient- This, is a rough country, with rough work to be done in it; and the men who do the work are not always mindful of 'dress-parade regulations." It was. at. this conjuncture that Althea's precon ceived idas of a workingman's point of view went to pieces. She was modern enough tx be able to set aside the conventions when the occasion demanded; and she had a true woman's disregard of social dis tinctions based on the lines of a manS occupation. But he could not disguise the fact that she had meant to placate Orman as she would have tried to placate John the gardener, or Thomas the coach man, if her uncle . had browbeaten the one or the other. And she was finding it blankly impossible. "You make me wish 1 hadn't said anything," she protested, quite humbly; and then she blushed a little in deference to a certain maidenly shame for having opened a door of familiarity which she did not know how to shut again. But afterward she remembered that the solemn faced young man had not taken advantage of the opened door. On the contrary, he had stopped talk ing when she did; and some few minutes later, when he had brought the engine to a shuddering stand at the little station of Undercliffe, he had signed to Brockton to come and tnke her down from the box. "Who is Mr. Orman, Cousin Bainbridge?" was the question she asked of Brockton that evening, while they were watching the moon come up over the hunched shoulder of Gringo Mountain from the piazza of the inn. . Brockton got up and flicked the ash of his cigar over the piazza railing to gain time. He was not sure how much it would be advisable to tell her. "He used to be a sort of fourteen-fifteen puzzle when I knew him in the university, and he seems to be keeping it up yet," he replied guardedly. "He was two years ahead of me, and in the Scientific, so I didn't see very much of him." "Is he a a gentleman?" she asked; and the word was no sooner spoken than she could have bitten her tongue for the base-born se of it. "That depends somewhat on your definition. He was always messing in the manual training shops, and he made a social outcast of himself for the sake of 'poling.' It was my impression at the time that he was a poor man's son, working his . way through college." So much Brockton said with a nicely calculated air of disinterest. But he had de termined not to say anything of the later develop ments, or of his Cousin Alicia's part in them. That was Alicia's affair, to beburied or kept alive, as she saw fit. , ' . Althea was silent for a little time, and then she said another thing for which she was instantly sorry. " "He seems somehow to- be above his present sta tion in life." r Brockton laughed easily. The danger, if any there were, was passing. -' jj--- "Oh, you can't tell anything about that, you know. A man ..finds .his Jeveij notaecaifse he is. forced to it, but. because he likes Orman has an education which would fit him for anything in' sight in the technical line; and, apparently, he chooses to wear outlandish clothes and to be a driver of locomo tives." - , -it was not the wisest possible thing to say. sin.ee the lightest word may sometimes suffice to turn a clean-hearted woman into a militant defender of the absent-.-.- ,---". , .. . ..-..v " - - - - -"How. can you tell?" she retorted. "Perhaps it was the best he could do; and, at all events, it is honest work. You couldn't do it, Cousin Bain bridge." v ' - "Now, what have you two found to quarrel about?" said a voice out of the shadows behind them; and Althea left her-chair and went to stand beside vone of the piazza pillars. She had a dis comforting conviction that Mrs. Lockhart II. was always just ia the background in her capacity of match-maker. For a week after the side-tracking of the "Nadi at Undercliffe there was no lack of diversions for the outing party, and little Mrs. Lock hart outdid herself in devising pastimes new and different. There were basket luncheons on the shrugged shoulder of Gringo Mountain: burro climbs to the top of Chingato and to the Bridal Veil Falls; and pedestram marches up the gulches in which Alicia the languid leaned heavily upon the arm of the Reverend Ircy Montgomery, a fellow f-est at the inn, whom Mrs. Lockhart had attached to eke out the ill-balanced masculine side of her party. On the eighth day the vice-president went on an inspection trip to the end of the Extension; and while Mrs. Lockhart was planning another excur sion which should make Althea dependent tor the day upon Mr. Bainbridge Brockton, the little station w'hich was the railway stopping-place for the inn had its sensation made to prder. A heavy freight train had double-headed up the mountain from the west, and at the summit, fifteen hundred feet straightaway above the station of Un dercliffe. but five miles distant by the windings of the grade down Dead Man's Gulch and around the shoulder of the mountain, the leading engine had been cut off to run down ahead of the train. Three minutes later the guests at the inn turned out in a body at the bidding of demoniac whistle shrieks on the high grade. Glasses were levelled and the coming disaster foreshowed itself. The trjn, was out of control, was running away down tlft Mountain, and the, driver of the, detached engine had a lead of no more than a few hundred yards in the race for life.- ' The catastrophe climaxed in full view from the inn piazzas at a point where the down-mountain track curves sharply to enter the canyon proper The engineer of the leading engine knew he could not take the curve at full speed, and at the critical moment lost his head. There was a shrill squeal of brake-shoes grinding on the titcs. the flying en gine buckled to a dead stop, and the two men of its crew leaped from the gangways and ran for dear life.' Three seconds farther along there was a crash like, the shock of an earthquake arid the long train rammed the standing engine, piling up the wreckage mountain high. Happily, there were no lives lost. The crew of the train engine had jumped before .the crash; and the head brakeman. who stuck to his post until the box-car on which he was riding reared high in air, made a flying leap and landed in the inn trout pool. But, as we have said, the guests of the hotel bad their sensation ready-made, and for that day there was no talk of time-killing excursions in tbe hills. Two hours after the dust of the crash had settled, the division wrecking train was on the ground and hard at work; and af:er luncheon Brockton took Althea and his cousin down to join the croud of on lookers from the hotel It was Althea's first sight of a trained army of track-clearers in action, and the fierce toil and wonderful method of it all thrilled her like the clash . of arms. Here was a battle royal with dead weights inanimate to call out all that was fittest and most heroic in a master of men and things. Huge freight cars rose to the creaking of windlasses and were toppled with the. nicest precision to right and left down the embankment. Gangs of workmen, as or derly and purposeful as well-drilled soldiers, placed the jackscrews, adjusted the lifting tackles, or stood clear at the word of command when the great haw sers were singing like violin-strings under the heart, breaking strain. Althea thought it was the finest thing she. had ever seen, and said so, looking mean while for the master mind. "Who is directing it all?" she asked, when Brock ton had folded his top-coat to make a cushion for Alicia. . ' -. . --. - ,- His. smile was half cynical, and at the moment she could have hated him for it. "It's our friend of the 'engine cab. I think. Don't you see him down under that car showing the men how to make the next hitch?" She looked again and recognized Orman. As ' once before, he was a sight to grate upon the nerves of martinet majors and the wearers of purple raiment and 'fine linen. The grimy overclothes were want ing, but the rough tweed suit was soiled and stained and muddied, and the big, skilful hands were the hands of a blackamoor. It did not occur to her to question how a driver "of locomotives came to be the commander of this army of workmen; there was room only for wonder and admiration, and for an instant comparison be tween two men: one down there in the thick of it, toiling, shouting, commanding accomplishing; the other standing beside her, well groomed, handsome. gifted, and a helpless idler fronv-choice. By some workings of the mysterious sixth sense, Brockton felt the comparison, and it angered him. So when Alicia said, Vho is 'oar friend of the en. gine cab?" be replied -shortly, "Ifs Jack Orman, looking down vpon her to note the effect- What "he saw gave him a weapon which he fully meant to use if the need should arise. Orman slept that jrisM at the inn. and. as a matter of course, fate flung; them together. The work of track-clearing was completed by nightfall, but there was picking-up enough to keep the wrecking crew on the ground for two or three days, and Orman wired in to the division station for his travelling bag, which came down on Number Seven. . Because of the, traveUing7bag arid its transforming contents, ..Althea hardly knew, him when he walked into the dining-rcwm, but she gave him a friendly little nod when the waiter, at a sign from Mrs. Lockhart. seated him in the chair which would have been oc cupied by Alicia if she 'had not. pleaded a headache and gone to her room. - It was a' moment of surprises for Althea on more counts than one. ' That the vice-president, who had returned on Number Seven, should remember the young man whomhe had reprimanded was nbt be yond belief; but that he should welcome Mm cordially to a seat at bis own table was by way of being inexplicable. And when Mrs. Lockhart made much of him, calling him "Jack." and patting him -at once upon the footing ofja family friend, Althea's wonder was complete, w After dinner it was Orman, and not Brockton, who went with Aithea .to her accustomed corner oa the electric-lighted',- piazza; and theirtalk nj that first tete-a-tete wasv all of ' industry battle. I But : three evenings later, hen the wrecking crew was finally piecing the .'string of "cripples" together for the run to the shops, the mile-posts of commonplace were well to the rear, and; she ventured to repeat the question she had once asked- of Mr. Bainbridge Brockton. '' ""Mr. Orman, who are you?t"By all the family tra ditions J ought to have knownayou long ago, but I ; didn't." - .v, His smilewas a slow wrinkliiSjgiof the plain-song face. . "You haven't missed much. ve known your cousins and Mrs. .Lockhart for annumber of years; . but the Major knows me only as awwheel in the rail way machine." . ' J ' 1 She marked the plural, "cousins,"and remembered that Alicia had been all but invisible since the day of the wreck; had avoided Ormao at every tarn. But -she was not to be turned ac-idesbythe intrusion 'of the small mystery.- . -i... . "Still, you are not. accounted for,"she persisted, half jestinglyJ v-'r- . ,, "Were you 'in vcharacter that day 'when Uncle Jabcz scolded your"' - ' - "Yes and no. No.ibecause ,hedidrft recognize me jn the wiper's regimentals; and yes, because X am truly a workingman, as truly as I .seemed to be that day; a 'lean, unwashodV artificer, as your Cousin Bainbridge once dubbed me. But twice in my life I have played the part of Bottom, the weaver, I think. . x - "Is it permitted one to ask how?"' ' '" "It is permitted to you. The first 'time was when I was fool enough to believe that a woman loved me for myself; and the other " " ' He broke off abruptly at this point, and she led him on. whether from idle curiosity or real interest, he could not tell. . . , - s . "The other ?'Vshe said . .. , "Was a time when I was tempted to forget the . lesson so hardly learned." She was silent for a full minute, and he rose, bat toning his coat - - - "I must go now. MacCarthy is about ready to pull out. Shall 'I hunt up Mrs. Lockhart or Brock ton for you?" ' She shook her head and went with him to the steps, where they stood for a moment looking down upon the string of "cripples' pricked .out by t tbe moving lanterns of the. trainmen. .Then she gave him her hand, and her . parting word was no less than friendly. "I am sorry to have you go. You have done much for me in these three days. . y He smiled down upon her quizzically. ' "Is it permitted one to ask the nature of the terv ice "Yes: it is in the way of striking off shackfes; and in the widening of horizons. I can't particularize; at least, not while Mr. MacCarthy waits.". . "Then I shall come back; may I ?" ' ' , "Whenever you please. But you mustn't neglect your work." - . ; m.. He laughed like a pleased boy. "How good that , sounds!" he said. "My ideal -woman is one who would say to a man, to the man she cared for, Your work is the thing; go and do it, ami do it better than you have ever done it before for my sake.""' She smiled back at him. "That sounds very un selfish on tbe part of your ideal. - But really, don't you know, it is the most sublimated type of feminine selfishness. It would be a true woman's triumph to know that a man's "work in the world oweds some thing toher.s Good-bye." " J, . He ran 4owfi the steps: and crossed quickly to the waiting train, thrbwing up -his hand to her; railroad wise, as he passed out of the hotel grounds. - Fifteen minutes later they were bringing him . back ' on an improvised ' stretcher, and the house physician was wiring the company's surgeon to come to Under cliffe by special train. When" the string of "cripples" w;as started, a broken drawhead had pulled but. drop ping a brakeman fairlv beneath tbe wheels. Orman had saved the man's life at the cost of his own; at least, so rart the report, which passed from lip to ear on the hotel piazzas. ;H .- ... , It was a fortnight before they would let her gi to him. and Mrs. Lockhart had talked herself to a standstill in expostulation. "It is simply dreadful!" she declared, firing her next to the last shot. "Everybody here-supposes you are Bainbridge's fiancee I have as good as toM th-m so and it will make- m-ridiculous scandal Why. you have known Jack Orman only a day or two at the .most!"