The newspaper., 1907-03-01

ith y ptutill.
The brown eyes flashed militant
"Oh, wish Uncle Somerville would
go TO the 'front.' wherever that is, and
take us along!" she cried. 1T would
be ever so much better than Califor-
MIA"
The Reverend William laughed; and
Aunt Martha put in her word of ex-
postulation, as in duty bound.
why, my dear Virginia-the idea!
You don't know in the least what you
are talking about. | have been read
ing in the papers about these right-of-
way troubles. and they are perfectly
terrible. One report said they were
arming the laboring men, and another
said the militia might have to be called
out"
Well, what of it?" said Virginia,
with all the hardihood of youth and
acknowledge. It's something like a
burning building; one doesn't want TO
be hard-hearted and rejoice over other
peoples misfortunes; but then, If it
has to burn, one would like to be
there TO see.
Miss Bessie put a stray lock of the
fiaNen hair up under its proper comb.
I'm sure prefer California and the
orange groves and peace" she asserted
Don't you, Cousin Bnly?"
What Mr. Calvert would have replied
is no matter for this history, since at
this precise moment the rajah came
in, "coruscauug,' as Virginia put 1t,
from his late encounter with the su-
perintendent's chief clerk.
Give them the word TO go. Jasrow.
and let's get out OF heah." he com
manded. And when the secretary had
vanished the RaJah made his eSplana-
tions to all and sundry. I've been
Obliged in a manneh TO change Duh
itinerary. Anotheh company is trying
to fault us up in Qua'tz Creek canyon.
and | am In a meashuh compelled to
be on the ground. We shall be delayed
only n few days. / hope: ut the worst
only until the first snowstorm comes;
and. in the meantime. Califo' mia won't
run away"
Virginia clapped her hands.
Then we are really to go to the
front and see right-of-way fight?
Oh, won't that be perfectly intoxicat-
ing,"
The Rajah glared at her as II she
had said something incendiary. The
picturesque aspect of the struggle had
evidently not appealed to him. But he
smiled grimly when he said: Now
there spoke the blood of the fighting
Carterets: hope you won't change your
mind. my deah." And with that he
dived into his working den, pushing
IN la,a In, ah
OF him.
Virginia linked arms with Bessie the
haxen-haired when the wheels began
TO turn.
I'VE are on" she said Lets go out
on the platform and see the last OF
Denver"
II was while they were clinging to
the hand-rail and looking back upon
the tumble of railway activities out OF
which they had just emerged that the
Rosemary, gaining headway. overlook
another moving train running smooth
ly on track parallel to that upon
which the private car was speeding. II
was the narrow gauge mountain con-
nection OF the Utah line, and Winton
and Adams were on the rear platform
of the last car. So II chanced that the
four of them were presently waving
their adieux across the wind-blown in
terspace. In the midst OF II. or rather
at the moment when the Rosemary.
gathering speed as the lighter of the
two trains. forged ahead. the Rajah
came out to light his cigar.
He took in the little tableau of the
rear platforms at n glance. and when
the slower train was left behind asked
a question of Virginia.
"Ah-wasn't one of those two the
young gentleman who called on you
yestehday afternoon. my deah?"
Virginia admitted it
Gould you faveh me with his
name?"
He is Mr.. Morton p. Adams, of Bos-
ton"
"Ah-h: and his friend-the young
gentleman who laid his hand to Duh
plow and put the engine on the track
last night?"
HE is Mr.. Winton-a- an artist,
believe: at least. that is what l gath
cred from what MIR. Adams said OF
him.
Mr.. Somerville Darrah laughed, a
slow little laugh deep In his throat.