The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1899-01-06

chance OF "Abe's" making something
In the morning. "But faint many as
likes to go by the railway, on count OF
the narrer tunnel though it's a deal
nearer"
Thanks. Then i'll take to the TRACK
here and 90 straight ahead I shall come
out at the village at the end of about
four miles?"
A nod was his answer, followed as he
turned away by the words
-Four an half, said"
So Duke started to walk the four and
n half miles, concluding he must take
the shortestway he could, as he had not
a superabundance Of time; there might
be some little delay even after he arriv-
ed at the village. SO he began his jour
ney at once, without even stopping for
dinner.
He had passed the third-niie post
when he reached the tunnel
"AhP' he said aloud. Here is the
tunnel of which she warned me. won
der how long It is? What a Ounce was
not to ask II does look like a ticxllsh
place, that's a fact-small, one-traek
affair. don't half like the idea Of go
Ing through 1t. Wonder IL I'd have
made it If I'd taken the road2 Wen, it's
too late now-Im in for itg'
He had CROPPED along for about a
quarter Of a mile, feeling his way care
fully by the wall NotA thought Of any
actual danger had entered his head
80 full of his fair brlde-to- be-until sud
denly a dun rumble struck his ears,
and caused him to wonder whence the
sound proceeded. Another instant and
there flashed across his brain the horri-
BILE reality A train was coming, from
which direction he could not tell, but
certainly coming, and If the tunnel
| proved much longer the fact was un-
deniable that he should be crushed be-
peath the iron monster there alone in
the darkness, and no one would know
his fate. lie listened, laying his ear to
the rail; 1t was coming in the rear. He
quickened his steps-he ran-ran as
rapidly as he dared for fear Of a mis-.
step which would hinder instead of ad
vance his ends.
Now the roar comes nearer; he can
imagine the train. as 1t Is tearing along
carrying death to him. He thinks each
individual hair is standing on end. The
sweat pours down his face, and still
this darkness, still this louder roar of
the engine as It comes. steadily nearer
and nearer, and his strength is nearly
exhausted.
At last a CLEAN Of light greets him
at the farther end Of the tunnel. 0,
what hope it lnspiresl He thinks of.
the races, he has won ut college, and
determines to take a fresh start. Yes,
he viii run as II running arace, and
forget the huge monster behind him
which seems. to paralyze his limbs and
prevent all motion; he win run, run
he must window terrible the result If
he does notl He thinks Of Lula, his
sweetheart his wife that was to have
been. Shall he ever see her again?
The light ahead grows more and
more distinct, but his strength is going,
and the train behind Is rushing on fast;
1t seems quite close now; he can almost
feel Its breath upon him; still he runs
Another moment and he will have
gained or lost-which? He must make
that. short space! What n thing It is,
this being face to face with death! He
cannot hold out much longer; he feels
he must lose-and what then? But no
he viii make one more effort He
clears the tunnel leaps from the track,
and falls headlong down the bank on
the side, saved-but unconscious, while
the heavily loaded freight, train passes
by.
But the engineer had seen him Jump
and not being able to ascertain wheth-
er he had been struck by the cow
catcher or not, stopped the train and
went back in search Of him; and when
Duke Carlton regained consciousness
he was lying on seat in the depot in
the village for which he had started
some hours before.
He was not seriously injured. His
fall had but stunned him, and IN an
hour he was quite ready to proceed on
his journey, a little pale, It is true, and
shaky in the lower extremities, but
otherwise rejoicing that he had sue
coeded IN his quest, and would be. in
time for his wedding, with thirty min
utes to spare, %
=. 'tmke. Carlton does not believe in the
\ theory that a persons hair turns white
i inaa night from sudden fright or sor-
row, for his own raven locks shOW not
!, a trace Of silver; and surely no one ever
had a more terrible fright or a narrow
or escape than did he on his wedding
day, when he ran a race for his bride
1 Chicago Tribune.
4. 90 Bullets Now Made of Paper.
There used to be a saying in the old
duoling days Of a generation past that
every bullet has It's billet Now, # we
'1nay Believe a statement IN Der Mill
1tarara, the time has arrived when q
fbiilet even a bulet-doux, may be con-
verified into a bullet. The Journal states
that a French army surgeon has In