The Washington times., 1904-01-03

ever" said Teddy laconically. what's
your notion 20
ITO go to Black Canyon on this train
and head them or
"WhatH you do?''
TIL tell Mr.. Pettijoe who killed
John Barnwell."
Who was it2
II is a hard thing for a woman to say
10 the man she loves that which she
has reason to believe will stay his love
for her. But she did it.
1T vast was my cousin. We've
were engaged, and father tried to hush
IL up for my sake. When he found he
couldn't do it he let, them think he was
the guilty one. and ran away. Now
YOU know why YOU must help me this
once. and then try to forget me-
Teddy fought his battle between two
suffering beats of the air pump.
Tell me. Miss Mary; DID you love
that other feIlow?' he said.
Il thought / did; and father thinks so
yet. He Will go to his death shielding
Bud Parker for my sake. But 1 know
now that l didn't never did
Teddy's rejoinder was not in words
Reaching out Of the cab window he
swung her clear OF the pinto's back
and drew her up TO the cushioned cab
seat. Then he dropped from the gang
way and collared me just as l was COM
ing down from the superintendent Of
flee.
What Theodore had to say to me was
said in the cab Of the 6l9 after he had
chucked me upon the fireman's box
and was snatching the fast mail out
over the switches. Mary Howisons story
was shouted into my ear, and this was
the deduction from it:
You p'rade round here as the com
p'ny lawyer; you're going to Black Can
yon to find something wrong with this
here sheriff's papers. See?"
] saw" saw [ was in for anything
from picking a pocket TO committing
high treason. But not being Mary Howl
sons lover. / had hopes.
There was blind siding three miles
east Of Black Canyon Unless ] mistook
my man. Dispatcher Perkins would or
der No. s on to this siding. where We
would pass her at the rate of sixty
miles an hour and / should be well
out OF a bad business.
But my thinking mechanism ran NJ
swifter than Theodore's. In a very few
moments IL became evident that he had
sized the situation up to the same con
clusion; ana what steam and steel coula
do to forestaH Perkins was going tc
be done in the racing interval.
Across the cab, lighted now by the
bottle-green glow of the gauge-lamT
and now by the fierce glare from the
open fire-door, was "A picture to stu
the genius Of a Holbein. harrison stood
on the narrow running step. bracinG
himself against the luTch of the greal
engine Dy his grip on the throttle; stat
uesque, immovable, like a llfe-size figure
| done in ruddv bronze. Beyond him. hel
shoulder touching his. sat the gir!
her hands tight-clasped over her knees
and the strained eagerness I'm her face
matching Teddy's knitted brows.
Mile after mile shot backward be
meath us. The powerful machine seem
ed to be doing its utmost; yet Larri-
son was still twitching nervously at tn,
throttle.
/ knew his purpose. There was but
/ one night telegraph station between
the Butte and Black Canyon. Once
/ safely past Maverick without the de
| tanning order. and we might make sure
| of finding No. on the siding at BLACK
! Canyon.
| harrison strained every nerve-bu
! the fates were against him. When We
| surged around the lone curve which
was the eastern approach to Maverick
Junction. we all saw the red light sig
nal stop for orders"
The air was still whistling through
the brakes when Hogan came running
| forward with the order. No. would
/ leave Black Canyon on time, and would
side-track for US at Blind Siding. No. 2
| harrison read the order by the light
/ Of the gauge lamp
I'm damned If she does! was all hi