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„ ®OISM! r HUGHES imimj) FROM THE 7fir IIXVS'EeAXJEE* EftQM. iiV iMBi OK ft? the play as pjeor>ucßP M W. SAVAOE-. * < ,„::3 oopy/piqw tgii jj;. n.K,n.v co 23 SYNOPSIS. Lieut. Harry Mallory la ordered to the Phllpplnes. He and Marjorie New ton decide to elope, but wreck of taxi cab prevents their seeing- minister on the way to the train. Transcontinental train is taking on passengers. Porter has a lively time with an Englishman ind Ira Lathrop. a Yankee business -nan. The elopers have an exciting time getting to the train. ‘‘Little Jim mie" Wellington, bound for Reno to get i divorce, boards train in maudlin con ation. loiter Mrs. Jimmie appears. She Is also hound for Reno with same ob ject. Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb Latter blames Mrs. Jimmie for her raar '.tal troubles. Classmates of Mallory Jeoorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple start on a vacation. They de cide to cut loose and Temple removes svldenee of his calling. Marjorie de sides to let Mallory proceed alone, but train starts while they are lost in fare well. Passengers Join Malory’s class mates in giving couple wedding hazing. Marjorie is distracted. Ira Lathrop. woman-hating bachelor, discovers an ld sweetheart, Annie Gattle, a fellow passenger. Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among the passengers. Mrs. Wellington hears Little Jimmie’s voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whitcomb. Mal ory reports to Marjorie his failure to Ind a preacher. They decide to pretend i quarrel and Mallory finds a vacant Perth. Mrs. Jimmie discovers Welling :on on the train. Mallory again makes in unsuccessful hunt for a preacher. !>r Temple poses as a physician. Mrs. Temple is induced by Mrs. Wellington o smoke a cigar. Sight of preacher on t station platform raises Mallory’s lopes, but he takes another train. Miss ng hand baggage compels the couple o borrow from passengers. Jimmie fets a cinder In his eye and Mrs. dim ple gives first aid. Coolness is then •esumed. Still no clergyman. More porrowing. Dr. Temple puzzled by be lavior of different couples. Marjorie’s ealousy aroused by Mallory’s baseball argon. Marjorie suggests wrecking he train in hopes that accident will produce a preacher. Also tries to induce ionductor to hold the train so she can shop. Marjorie’s dog is missing. She Hills the cord, stopping the train. Con luctor restores dog and lovers quarrel, -athrop wires for a preacher to marry iim and Miss Gattle. Mallory tells La- Jirop of his predicament and arranges o borrow the preacher. Kitty Lewel yn. former sweetheart of Mallory’s, .ppears and arouses Marjorie's Jeal >usy. Preacher boards train. After narrying Lathrop and Miss Gattle the • reacher escapes Mallory by leaping rom moving train. Mallory's dejection noves Marjorie to reconciliation The ast day on the train brings Mallory he fear of missing his transport. Mal ory gets a Nevada marriage license. Tarjorie refuses to be married by a llyorce drummer. Mr. and Mrs. Jim nie make up. Kitty Lewellyn refuses o return Mallory’s braclet. Robbers told up the train. The passengers are •elleved of their valuables. Dr. Temple tdmits he is a preacher. CHAPTER XXXlX.—Continued. But the robbers kept glancing this way and that, and one motion would mean death. They themselves were so overwrought with their own ordeal ind Its immediate conclusion, that ;hey would have killed anybody. Mal lory shifted his foot cautiously, and instantly a gun was jabbed Into his stomach, with a snarl: “Don’t you move!" “Who’s moving?” Mallory answered, with a poor imitation of a careless augh. And now the man called Bill had reached Marjorie’s right hand. He rhortled: “Golly, look at the shiners." But Jake, who had chosen Mar [orle’s left hand, roared: “Say, you cheated. All I get Is this measly plain gold band.” “Oh, don’t take that!” Marjorie jasped, clenching her hand. Mallory's heart ached at the thought Df this final sacrilege. He had the ieense, and the minister at last —and iow the fiends were going to carry off he wedding ring. He controlled him self with a desperate effort, and stooped to plead: “Say, old man, don’t lake that. That’s not fair.” “Shut up, both ot you.” Jake growled, and jabbed him again with the gun. He gave the ring a jerk, but Mar jorie, in the very face of the weapon, would not let go. She struggled and tugged, weeping and imploring; "Oh, don’t, don’t take that! It’s my wed ding ring.” “Agh, what do I care!” the ruffian snarled, and w r renched her finger so viciously that she gave a little cry of pain. That broke Mallory’s heart. With a wild, bellowing, “Damn you!" he hurled himself at the man, with only hig bare hands for weapons. CHAPTER XL. A Hero In Spite of Himself. Passion sent Mallory into the un equal fight with two armed and des perate outlaws. But reason had planned the w'ay. He had been study ing the robber all the time, as if the villain were a war-map, studying his gestures, his way of turning, and how he held the revolver. He had noted that the man, as he frisked the pas sengers. did not keep his finger on the trigger, but on the guard. Marjorie’s little battle threw the desperado off his balance a trifle; as he recovered, Mallory struck him, and swept him on over against the back of a seat. At the same Instant. Mal lory's right hand went like lightning to the trigger guard, and gripped the fingers in a vise of steel, while he drove the man’s elbow back against his side Mallory’s left hand mean while flung around his enemy's neck, and gave him a spinning fall that sent his left hand out for balance. It fell across the back of the seat, and Mal lory pinioned it with elbow and knee before It could escape. All In the same crowded moment, his left knuckles Jolted the man's chin In the air. and so bewildered him that his muscles relaxed enough for Mallory’s right fingers to squirm their way to the trigger, and aim the gun at the other robber, and finally to get entire control of it. The thing had happened in such a flash that the second outlaw could hardly believe his eyes. The shriek of the astounded passengers, an£ the grunt of Mallory’s prisoner, as he crashed backward, woke him to the need for action. He caught his other gun from Its holster, and made for a double volley, but there was nothing to aim at. Mallory was crouched In the seat, and almost perfectly cov ered by a human shield. Still, from force ot habit and fool hardy pluck. Bill aimed at Mallory’s right eyebrow, just abaft Jake's right ear, and shouted his old motto: "Hands up! you!" “Hands up yourself!" answered Mallory, and his victim, shuddering at the fierce look in his comrade’s eyes, gasped: “For God’s sake, don't shoot. Bill!” Even then the fellow stood his ground, and debated the Issue, till Mallory threw such ringing determine tlon into one last: “Hands up, or by God, I’ll fire!” that he caved in, lifted his fingers from the triggers, turned the guns up, and slowly raised both hands above bis head. A profound “Ah!” of relief soughed through the car. and Mallory, still keeping his eye on Bill, got down cau tiously from the seat. The moment he released Jake’s left hand, it darted to the holster where his second gun w r as waiting. But before he could clutch the butt of it, Mallory jabbed the muzzle of his own revolver in the man’s back, and growled; "Put 'em up!" And the robber’s left hand joined the right in air, while Mallory’s left hand lifted the revolver. Mallory stood for a moment, breath ing hard and a little Incredulous at his own swift, sweet triumph. Then he made an effort to speak as if this sort of thing were quite common with him, as if he overpowered a pair of outlaws every morning before break last, but his voice cracked as he said, in a drawing-room tone: “Dr. Temple, would you mind re lieving that man of those guns?” Dr. Temple was so set up by this distinction that he answered: “Not by a—" “Walter!” Mrs. Temple checked him, before he could utter tbe beau tiful word, and Dr. Temple looked at her almost reproachfully, as he sighed; "Golly, 1 should like to swear just once more.” Then he reached up and disarmed the man who had taken his wallet and his wife’s keepsakes. American children breathe In this desperado romance with their earliest traditions, and Dr. Temple felt all his boyhood zest surge back with a boy’s tremendous rapture In a deed of der ring-do. And now nothing could check his swagger, as he said to Mallory; “What shall we do with these dara-ned sinners?” He felt like apologizing for the clerical relapse Into a pulpltlsm, but Mallory answered briskly; “We’d bet ter take them Into the smoking room. They scare the ladles. But first, will the conductor take those bags and distribute the contents to their right ful owners?" The conductor was proud to act as lieutenant to this lieutenant, and he quickly relieved the robbers of their loot-kits. Mallory smiled. “Don’t give any body my things,” and then he jabbed his robber with one of the revolvers, and commanded: “Forward, march!” The little triumphal procession moved off, with Bill In the lead, fol lowed by Dr. Temple, looking like a whole field battery, followed by Jake, followed by Mallory, followed by the porter and as many of the other pas sengers as could crowd into the smok ing room. The rest went after those opulent feed-bags. CHAPTER XU. Clickety-Cllckety-Ciickety. Marjorie, as the supposed wife of the rescuing angel, was permitted first search, and the first thing she hunted for was a certain gold brace let that was none of hers. She found it and seized It with a prayer of thanks, and concealed it among her own things. Mrs. Temple gave her a guilty start, by speaking across a barrier: “Mrs. Mallory, your husband is the bravest man on earth.” "Oh, I know he is," Marjorie beamed, and added with a spasm of conscience: "but he Isn’t my hus band!" Mrs. Temple gasped in horror, but Marjorie dragged her close, and poured out the whole story, while the other passengers recovered their prop erties with as much joy as if they were all new gifts found on a bush. Meanwhile, under Mallory's guid ance. the porter fastened the outlaws together back to back with the straps of their own feed-bags. The porter was rejoicing that his harvest of tips was not blighted after all. Mallory completed his bliss, by giv ing him Dr. Temple’s brace of guns, and establishing him as jailer, with a warning; "Now, porter, don't take your eye off 'em." "Lordy, 1 won t bat an eyelid." “If either of these lads coughs, put a hole through both of 'em." The porter chuckled: “My lingers is just a-Itchin’ fer them lovin’ triggers.” Mallory pocketed two of the cap tured revolvers, lest a need might arise suddenly again. As he hurried down the aisle, he was received with cheers. The passengers gave him an ovation, but he only smiled timidly, and made haste to Marjorie’s side. She regarded him with such idol atry that ho almost regretted his deed. But this mood soon passed in her ex citement. and in a moment she was surreptitiously stowing him the bracelet. He became an accessory | after the fact, and shared her £ u,,t for when she groaned with a sudden droop: 'She'll get It back!” he grmil> answered. “Oh. no she won'tl” hoist ed the window, and flung the bracelet Into a little pool by the side o the track, with a farewell: * Good-bye. trouble!" As he drew bis head in, a side glance showed him that up near the engine a third train-robber held tbe miserably weary train crew in line. He found tbe conductor just about to pull tbe bell rope, to proceed The conductor had forgotten all about the rest of the staff. Mallory took him aside, and told him the situation, then turned to Marjorie, said: "Excuse me a minute." and hurried forward Ihe conductor followed Mallory through the train into the baggage coach The first news the third outlaw had of the counter-revolution occurring in the sleeping car was a mysterious bullet that flicked the dust near his heel, and a sonorous shout of “Hands up!" As he whirled in amaze, he saw two revolvers aimed point blank at him from behind a trunk. He hoisted his guns without parley, and the train crew trussed him up in short order. Mallory ran back to Marjorie, and the conductor followed more slowly, reassuring the passengers in the other cars, and making certain that the train was ready to move on its way. Mallory went straight to Dr. Tem ple, with a burning demand: "You dear old fraud, will you marry me?" Dr. Temple laughed and nodded. Marjorie and Mrs. Temple had been telling him the story of the prolonged elopement, and he was eager to atone for his own deception, by putting an end to their misery. "Just wait one moment," he said, and as a final proof of affection, he unbuttoned his collar and put it on backwards. Mrs. Temple brought out the discarded bib, and he donned It meekly. Tbe transformation ex plained many a mystery the old man had enmeshed himself in. Even at he made ready for the ceremony, the conductor appeared, looked him over, grinned, and reached for the bell-cord, with a cheerful: “All aboard!" Mallory had a sort of superstitious dread, not entirely unfounded on ex perience, that if the train got under way again, It would run into some new obstacle to his marriage. He turned to the conductor: “Say, old man, just hold the train till after my wedding, won’t you?” It was not much to ask in return for his services, but tbe conductor was tired of being second in com mand. He growled: “Not a minute. We’re 'way behind time.” “You might wait till I’m married," Mallory pleaded. “Not on your life!" the conductor answered, and he pulled the bell-ropo twice; in the distance, the whistle an swered twice. Mallory’s temper flared again. He cried: “This train doesn’t go another step till I’m married!" He reached up and pulled the bell-rope once; in the distance the whistle sounded once. This was high treason, and the con ductor advanced on him threatening ly, as he seized the cord once more. "You touch that rope again, and I’ll —" “Oh, no, you won’t," said Mallory, as he whisked a revolver from his right pocket and jammed It Into the conductor’s watch-pocket. The con ductor came to attention. Then Mallory, standing with his right hand on military duty, put out his left hand, and gave the word: “Now, parson.” He smiled still more as he heard Kathleen’s voice wailing; “But I can’t find my bracelet. Where’s my brace let?” "Silence! Silence!” Dr. Temple commanded, and then; “Join hands, my children.” Marjorie shitted Snoozleums to her \ left arm, put her right hand into Mai- j lory’s, and Dr. Temple, standing be tween them, began to drone the ! ritual. When the old clergyman had done j his work, the young husband-at-last | graciously rescinded military law, re- | called the artillery from the conduc- | tor’s very midst, and remembering ; Manila, smiled: “You may fire when ready, conduc- j tor.” The conductor’s rage had cooled and he slapped the bridegroom on th< back with one hand, as he pulled the cord with the other. The train began to creak and tug and shift. The ding dong of the bell floated murmurous ly back as from a lofty steeple, and the clickety-click, cllck-cllckety-click | quickened and softened Into a pleas ant gossip, as the speed grew, and the j way was so smooth for the wheels that they seemed to be spinning on ! rails of velvet. THE END. — Stomach Rebelled Against Tacks. "I remember swallowing a few brads," casually admitted a Philadel- j phia shoemaker the other day, whose Internal pains bad puzzled the doctors j for a year. The "few brads" turned out to be about a hundred brass tacks, | which the X-rays showed to be stick ing in the walls of the man’s stomach. For the last ten years he had been using his mouth as a temporary tack box while at work at his bench, and he was quite phllosopical when occa sionally one or two eluded his palate and slipped down his throat. The sur geons who examined him say that one section of the man’s stomach has more tacks in it than the sole of a boot, and an operation is to be performed in the Philadelphia hospital, in which he lies, with the hope of saving his life. Receiver Has Sanitary Ear Pad. Sanitary attachments for the trans mitters of telephones are numerous in thtiy country, but France has gone us one better In the matter of a sanitary pad for the receiving end of the tele phone. The ordinary hard-rubber ear piece of tbe monophone type of Instru ment, which Is much used In France, is removed and its place taken by a round pad formed of 260 leaves of sterilised paper. Every time the tele phone is used one of tbe leaved is torn off. Tbe purpose of tbe pad islof course, to protect tbe ear from be!ag soiled. —Popular Mechanics. ®ACKI) CsbIMTIM TOFIIMIWE Cf= ■ *. ‘vy.jjS^t^CTV£ : - 'si v^*§”?-'^ViirJ’i*'•'v vf-■^'^-tgggj ■jK.-s | SI ' . THE city fire horse has heard the "joack to the Country” cry. The rolling eye. the distended nostril, the galloping hoofs of that wise old ally of the insur ance companies are being replaced in the city’s streets by a snorting, pound ing, flame-belching gas engine that sends the big fire fighting machine screeching and scooting over the pave ment at 90 miles an hour. But the fire horse doesn't care. His absence from the asphalt may be a blow to civic ro mance, but it’s not an indication that he’s rusticating in a paddock. As an institution he is going back to the land. He’s proving his still vigorous usefulness by taking to the w r oods. Nor is that a slur on his courage. He’s being called into active service to help the government at Washington prevent its 159 national forests from going up in smoke. He hikes to a fire with a bifurcated bag containing near ly a barrel of water, or a chemical fire extinguisher slung across his back bone. He fords streams, travels precipitous trails and treads his way among the close set trees of the for est whose lives he is prepared to save W r hen the water bag he carries has been emptied, a forest ranger strad dles his spine and hustles him back to the main supply. He can show his heels to an automobile fire engine any day, for no roads lead to the nooks in the woods where mysterious flames blaze up. Ingenious Device. Along with the use of the horse to carry up-to-date equipment for fire fighting in t ie timber lands, the for ester-; of the government service have hit upon many new and ingenious de vices for aidv g in the same work. It’s a big job that confronts these experts in the ca; * and protection of trees on a large scale. The national forest pre serves are scattered from Maine to California and cover millions of acres. They mast, of course, be cared for with the aim of rr..iking them produce the greatest number possible of healthy, well-formed tr - This in volves projecting the growths against insect enemies, clearing out undesir able underbrush, disposing of surplus lumber where trees have been al lowed to grow too clc- Vigfcther, re foresting areas that have been cut off or burned over, etc. But perhaps the most important function of all that the national for esters are called up to perform is the protection of these vast wooded areas from fire. While the seriousness of forest fires is generally known and conceded, it is not realized that loss es, including those of forest products and young timber, are far in excess of the annual consumption of timber for commercial purposes. This loss* becomes more apparent with the real ization that the total fire damage in cludes not only the material that is consumed at the time of the conflagra tion, but that which may follow through years of deterioration and de cay of timber. The young seedling and coppice growth in a lumbered forest Is marked ly susceptible to fire injury, and if it is not killed outright the lumber subse quently manufactured from these trees Is materially reduced In grade. An other loss, second only to the actual damage to the timber, and in some lo calities even greater than the timber loss, is the destruction of the forest floor of decaying vegetation, which would make humus to protect the sur face and sustain tree growth. It has been found repeatedly by the govern ment rangers that even in the best protected and most heavily wooded re gions the loss from fires includes not only the burned timber and the sur face layer of vegetable matter, but the rich topsoil that has resulted from the Hint to Uncle. Miss Mary Garden, at a luncheon in Chicago, said, apropos of Christmas; “To secure nice Christmas presents there’s nothing like a delicate hint or two. “I know a Philadelphia girl whose undo, having grown rich from a west ern mine, proposed to visit her at Christmas for the first time in seven teen years, she wrote to the old gentleman; “It will be glorious to see you again, dear uncle. I will meet you at Broad street station on your arrival Christ mas eve. But I might not recognize you after all those years, and so I think it would be best for you to hold, for purposes of identification, a long string of pearls in the left hand, and a bit of fur —such as an ermine lined sable stole, for example—in the right.” When Gingerbread Was Up. In speaking of the high cost of liv ing, an old army officers tells his ex perience when the Union army was camped before Richmond; “We got our pay one day, and each man started oat to discover hew he decay of litter previously accumuated. This is left exposed and is soon washed away. The timber region covered Dy the Arkansas national forest in the stats of Arkansas presents conditions al most identical with those of the southern Appalachians, and .t is in teresting to learn of the difficulties encountered in that preserve in can ing for the timber, and in some of tha new methods and contrivances that have already proved their worth in that section or have been recommend ed for early trial. Let us then make our difficult way up the forest covered side of one of the highest peaks in the forest pre serve in Arkansas. Perched on the topmost point of land is a big, square range-finder signal tower. It is built of rough boards, covered with sheet iron. The tower itself is about twelve feet square at the base, and a lean-to addition covers the same area. In the lean-to the wife of the range finder is busy mixing “cawn pone” and prepar ing a brace of rabbits for the family meal. Two young children playing about the steps of the tower are gaz ing with childish admiration at their father, who has just ascended the tower to examine more closely a dis tant column of smoke that has just at tracted his attent ; on. Placing a Fire. He stands on the top of the rude structure, which ends in a truncated pyramid surmounted by a platform about five feet square. He leans against the low r railing to steady him self as he gazes at the distant signal of fire through a powerful field glass. The smoke is miles away, but wheth er seven miles or double that number it is impossible for him to tell, for as he glances up at the w r eather vane poised over his head he sees that the wand is blowing almost directly to ward him and stretching out the smoke In a long trail over the tree tops. He hurries down to the open deck that separates the top of the tower proper from the truncated pyramid above. Here he takes his place in a ‘‘sighting hood,” something like a big box or a beach chair with one side open. It is mounted on a swivel, and as he sits down he can swing it to any point of the compass. Secured to the inside of the hood at his right are the maps of the forest, blocked off into squares, with the points of the com pass plainly marked. Fastened to the other side is a telephone, which gives him almost immediate communication with the other signal towers in other parts of the forest, some of them 40 or 50 miles away. As he sits in the hood he is sur rounded by a series of 144 vertical wires, arranged in a complete circle, exactly two and one-half degrees apart. In the exact center of the sight ing hood is a self-winding plumb bob. The ranger draws down this plumb bob, and, facing the distant smoke, lines it up successively with the two wires betw r een which the smoke ap pears. Each of the wires is numbered, and by a quick reference to the map at his side the ranger can tell at once the limits of the smoke area to the right or left. He climbs hastily back to the top of the tower and there signals to the nearest station, by means of a helio graph mounted on a small tripod, his observations regarding the location of the fire. The men in the other sta tions are already as busy as he has been, and soon he gets return informa tion as to their observations. Their lines of vision, of course, when direct ed toward the smoke, cross his at wide angles, and by tabulating the results he quickly determines the exact limits of the area covered by the thickest of the smoke. might spend it. An enterprising baker had set up a portable bake oven near the camp, and he was turn ing out a full line of his gimcracks to tempt the soldiers. I found the odor from a big slab of gingerbread irre sistible, so I ordered two dollars’ worth. The baker took my greenback placed it on the corner of the ginger bread slab, and with a cleaver he cut off for me the rectangle that the bill covered!" —Youth’s Companion. The Science of Detecting Crime. M. Bertillon, the well known chief of the Paris anthropometric service, is engaged in glvin; a course of tech nical and practical police instruction to the new criminal brigade composed of 200 picked meif of the police force. The courses which have now been organized at headquarters are likely to be of value in training the men, and instruction is given In different branches by several specialists. The part which M. Bertillon has in charge includes conferences upon anthropo metric service for Identifying crimi nals. in which photographic views ploy an Important part. HAD ALL THE BEST OF IT I Wise Girl Selected for Husband Man Who Had Both Seasons for Garnering Wealth. “Daughter.” said the anxious father to the eldest daughter of a brood of seven, “your mother tells me that you have had a proposal.” “Yes, father, I have,” demurely re plied the young woman. “In fact, I have received several.” “I hear the ice man proposed to you.” “He did.” “And you accepted him, of course?” “I did not.” “Unwise child! Think of the money he coins every summer!” “The plumber also proposed.” “Ah! That is better. A man of untold wealth garnered every winter. Beyond doubt you told him ‘yes!” “No. father.” “Wha-a-a-t? 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