Evening journal., 1903-09-14
en- THE BITTER
iCRfEK RUN
BY ". BEaT FOSTER
.conrrsrht. 1aOg. 90. c. MecIure...


5hself a cigarette with an air Of final
4 you will get your hands.and face
smut, and-think Of your clothes,
Sei"
kut fsvylyR was not toebe dissuaded.
srite me the order, Lester" she COM
Hndcd. what is the good Of being
s daughter Of man who owns
1road and the sister of a boy who
snks he owns the Bitter Greek divi-
h II 1 can't ride IN thescabG'
aBut Jim Bestrange"-
Ns.e. Lestrange is nothing whatever
me. Merely because we used to
bw him when we were children
klzes no difference. He is only the
4Eineer'
.sHumphl Member when he and you
+ I'd to elope together in his goat
Egon and with a pound Of crackers
some cheese that mother had sent
II to the store for, Eyie7 Lessee;
were about five then, weren't your
&vylyn's glance would baye withered
rbody but an older brother. She
srched away with the order address
xto the engineer of the western spe-
ID, her head In the air and a'deepened
Dr in her cheek.
& he fact that Jim Lestrange had been
playmate of her extreme youth did
freeze Miss EvyIyn Grantham. She
Nnem5ered that her mother had
ndly spanked her for the escapade
Bter had mentioned, and with the
*krrt Of that chastisement her interest
Dim had expired.
n fact. soon after that fateful day
Granthams had gone east. Only
ling visits TO the town of her birth
Evylyn hear Of Jim. The Gran
ms went up the social and financial
le by leaps and bounds. Jim Le-
Range, with a pair Of strong hands
ID some brains, had, to Evylyn's
5 ld, scarcely risen at all.
Iertainly the sooty faced fellow in a
Easy cap and overalls who took her
Is when she reached the platform
ide which Ninety-nine and its long
Hin of vestibuBe cars stood would
he made a strange figure in the par
ID of her eastern friends. And to her
Nd his "Good morning, Miss Evie,"
4s Extensively familiar. She stepped
bard the painting locomotive without
swering and heartily wishing she
not come.
iut what an adventure to tell the
Is of when she went backl The
+ ck aler Of the Bitter Greek division
IS becoming popular. Some of her
lends had been through the canyon
b seen its marvels from the windows
a parlor car, but no girl in her set
q d dared ride from Logger to McMa-
ID Station. the towns guarding the
81 rance and exit of the canyon, in the
& Of big Ninety-nine.
S ou better sit over on this side,
J" the fireman said respectfully,
tioning to his own side of the cab
{ Miss Evylyn thought him oficious
b crept in behind the lever and
Ileezed into the engineers seat. She
not know much about the huge ma
ne on which she was to ride and
lsidered it a personal affront when
10 LestraDge swung himself aboard
d stepped up in front of her, OBJ
ucting her view of the landscape
m the front window of the cab
Under his fight fitting jersey she
" the muscles Of his shoulders and
ms slip back and forth-like the con
citing Of the tigers tendons under
tawny hide-Svhen he stretched his
|t hand back to seize the lever. He
lited, glancing ahead. for the con-
ctor's signal. There was something
lscinating in his tense though easy
Sc. The compressed air signal spit
erhead. Instantly the hand on the
rer frightened, There was scarcely q
as Ninety-ntne, taking deep breaths.
lied out Of the logger station.
There is little in the Bitter Creek
nyon to please the eye of tourists,
il It certainly awes them. Sheer
bills rise so high that only for an
bur at midday is the bottom of the
rye flooded with sunlight. Through
is the single track of the division
e3 YES its way, crossing and recross-
n he whitened torrent upon trestle-
ork. Around these piles the water
lars when at its full, seeking to tear
bwn the distinctions man has placed
its path.
-'You should have chosen a pleasant
day for your ride, Miss Evie," Jim
Hid casually. tits been raining this
|orning and the creek will be high.
nd 1 shouldn't be surprised if we got
ore of it before long. The canyon
IN be dark"
&She sat stifiy upright in her corner
the narrow seat and made no reply.
but the rain came ere the western
becial plunged into the gloom Of the
|brge. jim reached behind her and
but the sliding pane to shield her
E-om any chance gust. In doing SO
he sleeve Of his jersey touched her
boulder and she shrank aside, but he
bemed utterly unconscious.
The train swept into the canyon and
ped over the glistening rails like a
.ery eyed serpent. 1t was dark and the
irl shivered. Suppose the angry creek
hould wrench free some portion Of the
restlework? She only hreathed witt
pn.idence when the train was upon the
Dlid LEDGE of roci- which had been
Earved out Of the cliffs by the water
4 sges btfore.
Suddenly the shovel fell from the
reman's hands, ringing again upon tho
'on running lizard. He reached ovei
nd shook Jim LestrangJ by tie arm.
Evyiyn turned an, for the mani
ace was white under the CRIME of thu
oal dust. He pointed behind them
we're the daylight was fast fading a
when the last s-lord had died ava.