Mexico weekly ledger., 1889-08-29

There was nothing to do but submit. This
he did, finally, with a very poor grace,
sullenly watching the train roll out OF the
depot.
Louvait knew well that so clever q fellow
could not fail to clear himself, and in Q very
short time, too.
ssThen he'll hire an engine and go flying
down to the Terminus. l NOW that he can't
retaliate upon me in the same way-at least,
between here and the ~Ferry-because we
make no stops. The Ferry's a mere collec-
ton of railroad houses, and there are no
policemen there. TIL only place where he
can stop me is Bar Harbor itself, and il I
can only get within swimming distance Of
the island, I'll defy all law and policemen.
So, I guess, I'm all right"
At the Ferry lay the elegant transfer
steamer Sappho. She had lately been fur
speedier than ever.
Going into the engine-room, Louvait en-
gagged the engineer in conversation.
"What time are you due at Bar Har-
bora"
give f~fty-fve.n
give ffty-fve, cha That's a run of near.
ly forty minutes. What time could you do
it in if you let on all steama"
"Oh, about twenty-nine minutes"
81 don't believe it. See here, Eve heard q
great deal about this Sappho, and have come
here to look at her. If she's what they say
she is, I'm going to build one like her. Now
here's a fve-dollar bill. If o can make
Bar Harbor in Twenty-Five minutes from
the time we leave, this is yours"
Precisely at $40 p. m, twenty-five min
utes after leaving the Ferry, the Sappho
touched the wharf at Bar Harbor, and Lou
Wait was five dollars poorer,
During this time Jean Leroi had been
achieving wonders at Bangor. He had in
duced his captors to make immediate in
quiries about him. A telegram from Port
land revealing the true state Of affairs, the
Bangor officials realizing that they and
their prisoner were the victims of q cruel
joke, not only set the latter at liberty, but
used every effort to remedy the evil uu-
| willingly done to him.
Mr.. Payson Tucker, superintendent Of the
road, CHANGED to be at Bangor. For a mere
nominal sum he procured Leroi one of the
feetest passenger engines IN the Mt.
Desert branch.
"But,'' inquired Leroi, show can I get
| across the Ferry? The transfe steamer
will not, of course, wait for me-"
"Oh, that's easy enough said Mr..
Tucker. 'Of course, as you say, I can't
hold the Sappho from her regular time. But
we've another small boat there whichmakes
trips to ~neighboring mainland villages. T've
telegraphed her to wait and take you
across. Idon't think you'n be over a half
hour behind the Sappho in arriving"
While awaiting the arrival Of his engine,
Leroi inspected the telegram which had
caused his arrest. It was dated Portland.
Now Portland had positively denied send
ing any such message.
Who did send it, theni
Just here "Waterville,' - who had accident
ally gotten an inkling of the conversation
between Bangor and Portland" clicked
out that he had SEM it.
"Where did you get it," inquired 'sBan-
gor.n
asMan riding on vestibule express gave
1t to me-"
s'Describe him"
stCan't. I was behind grating, writing.
Ran in and out before 1 could see him"
Leroi reflected a moment.
''If it is Louvait, he wasn't on the cars,
therefore he must ave been on the engine.
Where's the engineer who brought the train
from Watervillef"
ssRight outside here oiling up his en-
gine.n
"Call him in, please"
He came.
"Did any body ride with you from Water
villeFn
"Yes, a French ex-engineer.n
"Won't you please describe him.
swell, he was Of middle height, had 9
Roman nose, sharp, piercing gray eyes;
dark hair, moustache and heavy black side
whiskers. He wore a cap and his face was
much smutted with coal-dust. He had
large wart on the knuckle Of his right
hand"
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