The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-12-14
THE ONLY GIRL AT OVERLOOK.
A Tale Of Love and Murder in Railway Construction
Camp
BY FRANKLIN FYLES.
0pgyigl.f-aN Rigllls Resereed.l

t leaned. Gerald Heath reached up
with both hands and held the foliage
aside.
DO you get an unobstrucfed yiew?1
he asked. Now, I've helped lay out
railroads through many q place where it
was a shame to let trains go faster than
mile a day. I've surveyed routes that
ought to provide special trains for pas
fengers with eyes in their heads trains
with speed graduated between sixty
miles an hour and sixty hours q mile. It
g an outrage on nature and art that
travellers should ever be whislzed past
Overlook without good chance to see
what we're looking at. That's why l
wrote to the president Of the company a
month ago telling him how slight de-
Walton from the surveyed line would en-
able passengers to get whats in our view
now. He asked how much the line
would be heightened by my plan. A
hundred yards, answered. And SUBJ
mitted map showing how the tracks,
after coming out from the tunnel, might
make a small detour to this very spot in
stead of going behind a mass Of rocks
that will completely hide this and
comprehensive gesture of one arm fol-
lowed his sweep Of vision.
Places that get their names on impulse
are apt to have appropriate ones. Camps
of railway makers in hitherto unbro-
Ken country are not often miscalled. An
ensuing town on the same site may be
anmeaningly named as a permanency.
out the inspirations that afford tran
nent nomenclature are usually descrip-
i've. 1t was SO in the case of Overlook.
The railway tunneled through the
mountain and emerged at a height Of a
thousand feet above wide valley. Mary
had daily, and all day long, sat overlook
4 ng the prospect.
1t had astonished and enchanted her
It first, but familiarity had blunted the
keenness Of her appreciation AS shown
70 her anew it was like fresh disclos-
ire. Gerald Heath stood holding the
coughs aside which otherwise obscured
part of the view. He appeared to feel
hat If he was not the painter of this
enormous landscape he, at least, had the
proprietary interest Of discoverer, and
t was with something of the air of an art
collector proudly extolling his choicest
possession that he turned his eyes from
t to Mary Warmer. The expression of
admiration on her face, although quiet
md delicate, was quite satisfactory, for
moment only, and then the delight
passed out Of her visage, as though ex-
'elled by some physical pang. It was
he suddenness of the change, for it was
Il itself very slight, that made it per-
,eptible. Gerald instinctively turned to
ook for the cause.
Into the picture had come human
igure. A few yards in front of the hut
TODD man. In relation to the landscape
ar beyond he was gigantic, and the shade
If the trees made him devilishy black by
contrast with the sunlight Of heaven that
llumined the rest. He was thus for an
instant in silhouette. and it CHANGED that
lis sharp outlines included facial pro-
lie, with the points of a mustache and
beard, giving satanic suggestion to an ac-
.idental attitude of malicious intrusion.
The illusion was almost startling, but it
was momentary. and then the form be-
came the commonplace one of Tonic
Ravelli, who walked under the shelter.
! ..Do-a eentrude?' he asked, with an
italian accent and an italian bearing. Il
suppose no-eh? Thece ees plaza bees
nessw
Mary's small departure from BUSH
nesslike, perfunctory manner ended at
once. She took the scrapof paper which
Ravelli laid on her desk, and without a
word translated its writing into tele-
graphic clicks. Ravelh was a sub-con-
tractor, and this was one of his frequent
communications with officials at the COM
pany's city office. The response was likely
70 be immediate, and he waited for it.
ITO get the full value of this view"
Gerald Heath resumed, and now he adj
dressed himself to Mary directly. as
though with almost purpose of ignor-
ng Ravelli, to whose greeting he had
barely responded, .syou need to come
upon it suddenly-as | once did We
had been for months blasting and Dig
ging through the mountain. Every days
duty in that hole was like spell of inn
prisonnent in a dark, damp dungeon.
And your men, Ravelli, looked like
chain gang of convicts.p
'sYou woulda no dare say SO mooch to
theira fa-ces," RaveIh retorted, with an
lnsolence that was Enthusiastically inten-
tional.
.sOh, didn't mean reflection on
them" said Gerald, disregarding the
others quarrelsome aggressiveness "We
all look rascally in the mud, drip and
CRIME Of tunnel work. And your gang
Of swarthy Italians are bound to have a
aemoniac aspect under ground"
1t was more carelessly than intention
ally that Gerald thus provoked Ravelli
There had been dislike between them,
growing out of friction between their
respective duties as civil engineer and
sub-contractor, for the former was neces-
sarily critic of the latter's work. But
they had never quaIreled, and Gerald
saw nothing on this occasion, as Ravelli
seemed to, for any outbreak of temper
ssBettare civil witha your tongue,
RavelH sneered.
well, think SO, too, as we are with
lady"
Eat ees whya inseest you treata me
as one gentleman.
So it seemed that he was especially re-
gardful of how he figured in the presence