The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-03-12

IN. and she had regained the seat.
"Poor old Kingr she cried as she
saw with relief that Dick was unnurt
81 could kill that little Edwards boy,
"Never mind the Edwards boy" said
Dick brusouely. what we nave. &c
think about is the train. We never can
walk that hill in time to make the
train Have you nerve enough to coast
it in the cutter?'
Cpd risk anything rather than return
home" cried Joyce. 81 never Will let
father catch us"
"Then here goes" cried Dick gayly
as he pulled the cutter back into the
road and caught up one Of the broken
! shafts. cts been long time since
went bobbing, but l think can make
it,"
He gave Joyce the shaft to hold and
| nusbed the cutter over the brow OF the
hill, climbing in over the back when
he had it started.
Once back in the cutter he took the
shaft and improvised a steering rud-
der The body work afforded him lever
age, and Dick laughed as the sleigh
began to gain speed.
For the first half mile the road was
straight and little steering was neces-
sary. Then ahead doomed the turn, and
Dicks face turned grave as he dug the
| shaft into the road.
| Slowly the sleigh responded to the
| pressure. and in another instant they
had swung around the curve as neatly
| as champion coaster on his low
pointer, and they were again on the
straight and headed for the station.
Hank Carew had just backed his en-
CINE down from the house, and white
plume of steam rose from the dome as
the engineer waited for the minute
hand of the clock to touch the bottom
Of the dial.
The runaways were still quarter OF
| a mile from the station when the cut
ter slowed up, but they had gained
| more than a minute in their swift de-
scent, and they did not have to run.
AS they came up to the station plat
form the little knots of loungers gath
cred about them. Rapidly Dick ex-
planned the reason for the coast, and
the listeners cheered as they heard the
tale. For years they had grum bled
at the way Warning treated Joyce, and
! they were glad that at last she was
! to be released from her fathers hard
reign.
"Here comes your dad now!" piped a
| shriH voice. And with one accord
| they turned to see the familiar War
| ing team tearing over the brow Of the
hill.
Carew glanced at the steam gauge
| and the clock Then he leaned out of
! the window
"Ali aboard that's going" he called
| in a stentorian voice. "We're chang
| ing the schedule today The $50 is 60
! ing out at 3:2S"'
Another instant and the train was
rafting down the road toward the
state line, and Hiram Warning came
dashing up to the platform to be greet
ed by ironical cheers.
''The train went ahead of time! he
sputtered Il shall report this to the
| Officials!"
you're wrong, SQUIRE" drawled Ned
Burns, who posed as wag. THAT
| amt the regular train. That's the
| Coaster special. Makes close connec-
ton with the Cutter express, from up
your way"
| The laugh which followed showed
Waring that the sympathy was all
with the runaways. He was to be
candidate for county treasurer in the
| fall 1t would not do to turn his
| townspeople against him. AS he head
ed the horses for home he half turned
in his seat.
"When that Coaster special COM
pletes the round trip" he shouted out,
you might tell Dick Torrington to
come out to nay place. l amt going to
kill the fatted calf, but there's tur-
key l was saving up for Christmas.
guess thatll do as we'll"