Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1901-04-06
THE DEVILS OWN
A Story Of a Station
Agent.
RY CHARLES DONALD MACkAY.

Wellsville, n settlement of not more
than a few dozen scattered houses, the
most pretentious of which was the
"hotel and lunchroom." About 100
Yards down the track from this popu-
lar resort at train time" stood a low,
one roomed building, the station,
Toms st. Helena.
To an energetic, ambitious young
man, socially inclined, Wellsville was
well nigh intolerable, but Tom had
hopes and made the best Of it. He had
removed his belongings from the "ho
tel" to Mrs. Jordan's cozy little cottage,
where he made himself at home. He
found Miss Jordan charming COM
panion and years ahead Of the vii
lage in every way" Nevertheless the
uneyentful days would drag, and the
nights-well after the $50 "accommo
dalton" pulled out until lilo, when
the west bound express" dashed past,
one might as we'll have been stationed
in the middle of the Great Sahara. AT
least so Tom said many times.
One raw. gusty December night just
before the holidays Tom with much
pleasure piled the three cases billed
through to Omaha on the truck and ran
them down the track, ready to be haul
ed aboard the baggage car Of the COM
ing train. He was not overload OF
work, but this meant the stopping OF
the express, the latest newspapers and
good reading for several days. To sig
nal the express was an event.
Taking a last look at the lights, he
entered the station and slammed the
door after him as If to bar out the
loneliness of the dripping outside
world. The last light in the hotel had
gone out long before the wind howled
in the wires, the red light blinked and
flickered-
"Well, Of all the God forsaken"-
The door opened suddenly, and two
men stepped into the room, followed
by third.
Hands up-quick" the foremost
cried.
In less than two minutes Tom was
bound. gagged and lying helpless be-
hind the partition in the baggage end
Of the room.
"He's safe. Where's JIM" asked
the man who had spoken before.
Down to the sidin," came the an
swer. "Set the white light"
The door closed quickly after them
Out of Toms bewilderment and con-
fusion came the question, What did it
mean? Robbery? There was nothing
worth the risk at the station, and the
men had gone.
"Set the white light" That meant
the express would not stop.
"Down to the siding" The blind sid
ing, an eighth Of a mile beyond the
station by the sand hill! 1t ended in
the gravel bank.
The terrible truth flashed across his
mind. He. turned cold. Great beads
Of moisture stood out upon his fore
head. Twenty-six, with its living
freight, was to be switched on to the
siding at full speed.
AS the horror of it rushed upon him
Tom strained at the cords that bound
him hand and foot with q strength he
never dreamed he possessed. 1t was
useless. The work had been done we'll.
He looked quickly at the clock-1O:41.
In 20 minutes more the train would be
due. As he turned the knots of the
gag pressed into the back of his head.
Bearing heavily upon them. unmindful
of the pain, he moved his head, forcing
his chin downward. They gave. They
moved. Again he tried and again, I'M
til at last the handkerchief slipped to
his neck.
"Help, help! Townsend! Bill! Help"
he cried. But his voice was lost In the
hooking howl of the wind, and he real
lied that the effort was strength vast
ed and time lost.
Again he looked at the clock-only 26
minutes remained. How fast the Sec
onds flew! Twenty-Five
The sharp click, click, click, from the
other side Of the partition caught his
cara telegraphic message. "Twenty-
six 20 minutes late"
"Thank God, a delay"
Forty-four minutes nova gain of
90 The train, due at 11:10. would not
arrive until 11:30. Townsend relieved
him at -. "Too late! Too late! rush.
ed through his mind as he glared at
the clock. Then the light Of hope fair
~ blazed in his eyes.
The summer before, when he had
long. weary night watches, twice he
oversight because his alarm had failed
him, so to insure his "calp he had run
a wire from the station clock to bell
in his room at the hotel. BY an lngen.
ious connection when the hands mark
ed AS the ringing Of the bell brought
| him violently out of the land of
dreams. When Tom was promoted to
the shorter watch and went to live at
Mrs. Jordan's, Bill Townsend, who sue.
ceeded him, fell heir to his room and
"the DEVILS own" % Tom called the