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Amador ledger., 1909-05-28

Bodily Effects of the Wireless. -
Cooling lin bers-Odors of Metals.
Cork Lined Rain Coats Seeking
the Clearest Sky. "A Prize Theory
of the Earth. -Smotheriu Oil Fire
with Foam. One of the Other
Senses. "A New Time Teller.
Amador ledger., 1909-05-28
Two Dollars per year,

paid strictly advance otherwise $3.50 will be charged
OUR CLUBBING RATES.
Amador ledger., 1909-05-28

President. ....... Theodore Roosevelt
Vice President. Charles w. Fairbanks
Amador ledger., 1909-05-28
BOARD OF SUPERVISORS

Township l e. John Stronm, Jackson
Township 2 ...... B. II. Bagley, lone
Township 3. ........A. GrlllO, Volcano
Township AID. A. Fraser Sutter Greek
Township 5 ..... l.. Burke, Plymouth
chairman
Amador ledger., 1909-05-28
OFFICIAL DIRECTORY
National Government.
EXECUTIVE

EXECUTIVE
President. Theodore Roosevelt
Vice President. Charles w. Fairbanks
JUDICIARY
U. s. SUPREME COURT JUSTICES
(Chief Justice Fuller)
First circuit. ...... Oliver w. Holms
Second circuit. Rufus w. Peckham
Third circuit. ...... Henery w. Brown
Fourth circuit. ace. Melville w. Fuller
Fifth circuit .... Edward W. White
Sixth circuit .........John M. Harlan
Seventh circuit ...... William r. Day
Eight circuit .... David j. Brewer
Ninth circuit. ..... Joseph McKenna
NINTH JUDICIAL CIRCUIT
(Pacific States and Territories)
Circuit Judge William w. Morrow
Circuit Judge. .......E Eskire M. Ross
Circuit Judge ...... William B. Gilbert
u. S. Commissioner for Amador coun-
Observation-Disclosures. .Richard Wepp
Amador ledger., 1909-05-28
State Government.

EXECUTIVE
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01

fed, Rooney, and Reed and Brill
Young, and get up a train Smoky
Creek bridge! By heavens, we are
ripped up the back now! What can
we do there, Rooney" He was talk
ing to himself. There isn't a thing
for 1t on Gods earth but switchbacks
and five-per-cent. grades down to the
bottom of the creek and cribbing
across it till the new line is ready.
Wire Callahan and Morris Blood, and
get everything you can for me before
we start"
Ter hours later and many hundreds
of miles from the mountain division,
President Bucks and companion
were riding in the peace of June
morning down the beautiful Mohawk
valley with an earlier and illustrious
railroad man, William C. Brown. The
three men we're at breakfast in
Browns car A message was brought
in for Bucks. He read it and passed
it to his companion, Whispering
Smith, who sat at Browns left hand.
The message was from Callahan with
the news of the burning of Smoky Creek
bridge. Details were few, because no
one on the west end could suggest a
plausible cause for the fire.
What do you think Of it, Gordon?"
demanded Bucks, bluntly.
Whispering Smith seemed at all
times bordering on good-natured sur
prise, and in that normal condition he
read Callahan's message.
He was laughing under Bucks scru-
tiny when he handed the message
back. Why, ! don't know a thing
about it, not a thing; but taking a
long shot and speaking by and far,
l should say it looks something like
first blood for Sinclair" he suggested,
and to change the subject lifted his
cup of coffee.
Then it looks like you for the
mountains tonight instead of for
Weber and Fields" retorted Bucks,
reaching for cigar. Brown, why
have you never learned to smoker"
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
"Here Is the Silk, Mr.. Sinclair"

room. McCloud in a leisurely way
rose, though with a slightly flushed
face. and at that juncture Marion ran
into the room and spoke abruptly.
Here is the silk, Mr.. Sinclair" she
exclaimed. handing to him a package
she had not finished wrapping. II
meant you to wait in the other room"
1T was an accidental intrusion" re-
turned Sinclair, maintaining his irony.
Il have apologized, and Mr.. McCloud
and l understand one another better
than ever"
please say to Miss Dunning," con-
that the band for her rding-hat
hasn't come yet, but 1t should be here
tomorrow"
AS she spoke McCloud leaned across
the table. resolved to take advantage
of the opening, II 1t cost him his life.
And by the way, Mr.. Sinclair, Miss
Dunning wished me to say to you that
the lovely bay colt you sent her had
sprung his shoulder badly. the hind
shoulder, think but they are doing
everything possible for 1t and they
think 1t will make great horse"
Sinclairs snort at the information
was n marvel Of indecision. Was he
being made fun Of? Should he draw
and end It? But Marion faced him
resolutely as he stood, and talking
in the most business like way she
backed him out of the room and to
the shop door. Baked Of his oppor.
tunity, he retreated stubbornly but
with the utmost politeness. and left
with grin, lashing his tail. SO to
speak.
Coming back, Marion tried to hide
her uneasiness under even tones to
McCloud. I'm sorry he disturbed
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
CHAPTER VII.
Smoky Creek Bridge.

smoky Sreek oTIo9e.
1t Sas not alone that a defiance
makes bad dinner sauce; there was
more than this for McCloud to feed
on. He was forced to confess to him
self as he walked back to the Wickiup
that the most annoying feature of the
incident was the least important,
namely, that his only enemy in the
country should be intrusted with COM
missions from the Stone ranch and be
carrying packages for Dicksie Dun
ming. 1t was Sinclair's trick to do
things for people, and to make himself
so useful that they must like first his
obligingness and afterward himself.
Sinclair, McCloud knew, was close in
many ways to Lance Dunning. 1t was
said to have been his influence that
won Dunning's consent to sell right
of way across the ranch for the new
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
~ CHS SCRISWII25 S0WS

mo man that has ever played me
dirt can stay here while l stay" Sin
clair, with hand ON the portiere, was
moving from the doorway into the
nected through curtained door with
the shop, McCloud sat one day alone
eating his dinner. Marion was in
front serving a customer McCloud
heard voices in the shop, but gave no
heed till man walked through the
curtained doorway and he saw Murray
Sinclair standing before him. A
stormy interview with Callahan and
Blood at the Wickiup had taken place
just week before, and McCloud after
what Sinclair had then threatened,
though not prepared, felt as he saw
him that anything might occur. Nc
Cloud being in possession of the little
room. however, the initiative fell on
Sinclair, who, looking his best,
snatched his hat from his head and
bowed ironically. my mistake" he
said blandly.
Come right in," returned McCloud
not knowing whether Marion had a
possible hand in her husbands unex-
pected appearance. do you want to
see me-"
Il don't" smiled Sinclair; "and to
be perfectly frank" he added with
studied consideration. Il wish to God
l never had seen you. Well-you've
thrown me, McCloud"
You've thrown yourself. haven't
you, Murray"
-,
But, McCloud, this is a small country
for two points of view. Do you want
to get out of it, or do you want
me to?"
THE country suits me, Sinclair
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01

Crawling Stone line. But McCloud
felt it useless to disguise the fact to
himself that he now had a second
keen interest in the Crawling Stone
country-not alone dream of a line,
but dream of girl. Sitting moodily
in his office, with his feet on the desk.
few nights after his encounter with
Sinclair, he recalled her nod as she
said good-by. 1t had seemed the least
bit encouraging, and he meditated
anew on the only 20 minutes of real
pleasurable excitement he had ever
felt in his life, the 20 minutes with
Dicksie Dunning at Smoky creek. Her
intimates, he had heard, called her
Dicksie. and he was vaguely envying
her intimates when the night dispatch.
er. Rooney Lee. opened the door and
disturbed his reflections.
How is Number One, Rooney?"
called McCloud. as If nothing but the
thought of train movement ever en-.
tered his head.
Rooney Lee paused. In his hand he
held message. and he faced McCloud
with evident uneasiness. Holy smoke,
Mr.. McCloud, here's a ripper! We've
lost Smoky Creek bridge"
Lost Smoky Creek bridge?" echoed
McCloud. rising in amazement.
Burned tonight. Seventy.seven
was tagged by the man at the pump
station
That's tie-up for your life!" ex.
claimed McCloud. reaching for the
message. How could 1t catch fire
Is It burned up?'
Il can't get anything on that yet:
this came from Candy. I'll have a good
wire in a few minutes and get It all
for you"
Have Phil HALEY and Hyde mott.
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
CHAPTER VI.
In Marion's Shop.

In Boney street, Medicine Bend.
stands an early-day row of one.story
buildings; they once made up pros
porous block, which has long since
fallen into the decay of painless days.
There is in Boney street livery
stable. secondhand store, laundry,
n bakery. moribund grocery, and a
bicycle shop, and at the time of this
story there was also Marion Sinclairs
millinery shop; but the better class of
Medicine Bend business, such as the
gambling houses. saloons. pawnshops,
restaurants, barber shops, and those
sensitive, clean-shaven. and alert es-
Establishments known as gents stores"
had deserted Boney street for many
years. Bats fly in the dark of Boney
street while Front street at the same
hour is blaze of electricity and from
tier hilarity. The millinery store
stood next to the corner of Fort
street. The lot lay in an e." and at
the rear of the store the first owner
had built a small connecting cottage
to live in. This faced on Fort street,
SO that Marion had her shop and liv-
ing rooms communicating. and yet
apart. The store building is still
pointed out as the former shop of
Marion Sinclair, where George Nc.
Cloud boarded when the Crawling
Stone line was built, where Whisper.
ing Smith might often have been seen,
where Sinclair himself was last seen
alive in Medicine Bend, where Dicksie
Dunning's horse dragged her senseless
one wild mountain night, and where,
indeed, for time the affairs OF the
whole mountain division seemed to
tangle in very hard knots.
In her dining room, which con.
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01

changed In railroading, haven't theyf
Mr.. Sinclair was over just the other
night, and he said If they kept using
this new coal in the engines they
would burn up everything on the di-
vision. Do you know, have been wait
ing in town three or four hours now
for Cousin Lance? / feel almost like
tramp. He is coming from the west
with the stock train. 1t was due hero
hours ago, but they never seem to
know when anything is to get here the
way things are run on the railroad
now. | want to give Cousin Lance
some mail before he goes through"
THE passenger trains crossed the
creek over the switchbacks hours ago,
and they say the emergency grades
are first-rate," said Marion Sinclair, on
the defensive. THE stock trains must
have followed right along. Your cousin
is sure to be here pretty soon. Prob
ably Mr.. McCloud will know which
train he is on, and Mr.. Lee telephoned
that Mr.. McCloud would be over here
at three o'clock for his dinner He
ought to be here now"
'Oh, dear, then l must go."
But he can probably tell you just
when your cousin will be in"
I wouldn't meet him for worlds,"
You wouldn't? Why, Mr. McCloud
is delightful"
"Oh, not for worlds, Marion, You
know he is discharging all the best of
the older men, the men that have
made the road everything it is and OF
course we can't help sympathizing
with them over our way. For my part.
l think it is terrible, after a man has
given all of his life to building up q
railroad, that he should be thrown out
to starve in that way by new man
ayers, Marion"
McCloud felt himself shrinking
within his weary clothes. Resentment
seemed to have died. He felt too ex-
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
CHAPTER v.-Continued.

Betty came with only her colored
maid. old Puss Dunning, who had
taken her from the nurses arms when
she was born and taken care of her
ever since. The two-the tall Ken
lucky girl and the bent mammy-ar-
rived at the Stone ranch one day in
June, and Richard. done then with
bridges and looking after his ranch
interests, had already fallen violently
in love with Betty. She was delicate,
but II those In Medicine Bend who re-
membered her said true, lovely
creature. Remaining in the mountains
was the last thing Betty had ever
thought of, but no one, man or woman,
could withstand Dick Dunning. She
fell quite in love with him the first
time she set eyes on him in Medicine
Bend, for he was very handsome in
the saddle, and Betty was fairly wild
about horses. So Dick Dunning
wooed a fond mistress and married
her and buried her. and all within
hardly more than a year.
But in that year they we're very
happy. never two happier. and when
she slept away her suffering she left
him, as a legacy, a tiny baby girl. Puss
brought the mite of creature in its
swaddling clothes to the sick mother
very. very sick then-and poor Bet
ty turned her dark eyes on it, kissed
It, looked at her husband and whis-
pered "Dicksie," and died. Dicksie
had been Betty's pet name for her
mountain lover. so the father said the
childs name should be Dicksie and
nothing else; and his heart broke and
soon he died. Nothing else, storm or
food. death or disaster, had ever
moved Dick Dunning; then a sim
gle blow killed him. He rode
once in a while over the ranch, a
great tract by that time of 10000
acres. all in one body. all under fence,
up and down both sides of the big
river. in part irrigated. swarming with
cattle-none of it stirred Dick! and
with little Dicksie in his arms he
slept away his suffering.
So Dicksie was left as her mother
had been, to Puss, while Lance looked
after the ranch. swore at the price of
cattle. and played cards at Medicine
Bend. At ten. Dicksie, as thoroughly
spoiled as pet baby could be by a
fool nanny. fond cousin. and
galaxy of devoted cowboys. was sent.
in spite of crying and fiinging. to a
far-away convent-her father had
planned everything-where in many
tears she learned that there were 9TH
er things in the world besides cattle
and mountains and sunshine and tall.
broad-hatted horsemen to swing from
their stirrups and pick her hat from
the ground-just to see little Dicksie
laugh-when they swooped past the
house to the corrals. When she came
back from Kentucky, her grandmother
dead and her schooldays finished, all
the land she could see in the valley
was hers.
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01

you. l was attending to a customer
and had to ask him to wait a mo-
ment"
Don't apologize for having a Gus
TONER"
He lives over beyond the Stone
ranch, you know, and is taking some
things out for the Cummings to-day. He
likes an excuse to come in here be-
cause it annoys me. Finish your din
ner, Mr.. McCloud."
Thank you, I'm DONE"
But you haven't eaten anything.
Isn't your steak right?"
ITS fine, but that maxwell, you
know how l like him and how he likes
me. I'll content myself with digesting
my temper"
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
SYNOPSIS.

Murray Sinclair and his gang of wreck
ers were called out to clear the railroad
tracks at Smoky Creek. McCloud, a
young road superintendent, caught Sim
clair and his men in the act of looting
the wrecked train. Sinclair pleaded in
nocence. declaring 1t only amounted to a
small sum-a treat for the men. McCloud
discharged the whole outfit and ordered
the wreckage burned. McCloud became
acquainted with Dicksie Dunning, a girl
of the west who came to look at the
wreck. She gave him a message for SIN
clair. whispering Gordon Smith told
President Bucks of the railroad, of Nc
Clouds brave fight against gang Of
crazed miners and that was the reason
for the superintendents appointment to
his high office. McCloud arranged to
board at the boarding house of Mrs. Sim
clair. the ex-foremans deserted wife.
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01
CHAPTER VIII.
The Misunderstandina.

No attempt was made to minimize
the truth that the blow to the division
was a staggering one. The loss OF
Smoky creek bridge put almost 1000
miles of the mountain division out of
business. Perishable freight and time
freight were diverted to other lines.
Passengers were transferred; lunches
were served to them in the deep val
ley, and they were supplied by an in
genuous advertising department with
pictures Of the historic bridge as it
had long stood, and their addresses
were taken with the promise of pic
ture of the ruins. The engineering de-
partment and the operating depart
ment united in a tremendous effort to
bring about resumption of traffic.
Glover's men, pulled off construction,
were sent forward in trainloads. Dan
cing's linemen strung arc lights along
the creek until the canyon twinkled
at night like mountain village. and
men in three shifts worked elbow to
elbow increasingly to run the switch
backs down to the creek bed. There,
by cribbing across the bottom, they
got in temporary line.
McCloud spent his days ct the creek
and his nights at Medicine Bend with
his assistant and his chief dispatcher,
advising, counseling, studying out
trouble reports. and steadying wher-
ever he could the weakened lines of
his operating forces. He was getting
his first taste of the trials of the hard
est worked and poorest paid man in
the operating department of a railroad
the division superintendent.
To these were added personal an
noyances. A trainload of Duck Bar
steers. shipped by Lance Dunning
from the Crawling Stone ranch, had
been caught west of the bridge the
very night of the fire. They had been
loaded at Upton and shipped to catch
a good market, and under eXtravagant
promises from the livestock agent of a
quick run to Chicago. When Lance
Dunning learned that his cattle had
been caught west of the break and
would have to be unloadeG, he swore
up horse in hot haste and started for
Medicine Bend. McCloud, who had
not closed his eyes for GO hours, had
JuS' Scs iueo .hculClUt btuu
Smoky Creek and was sitting at his
desk buried in mass of papers, but
he ordered the cattleman admitted.
He was, in fact. eager to meet the
manager of the big ranch and the
cousin of Dicksie. Lance Dunning
stood above six feet in height. and
was a handsome man. in spite of the
hard lines around his eyes. as he
walked in; but neither his manner nor
his expression was amiable.
Are you Mr. McCloud? I've been
here three times this afternoon to
see you." said he, ignoring McCloud's
answer and a protfered chair. This
is your Office, isn't it?"
McCloud, n little surprised an.
swered again and civilly: 1T certain.
ly Is; but have been at Smoky Creek
for two or three days"
What have you done with my cat.
tle?"
The Duck Bar train was run back
to Point Of Rocks and the cattle were
unloaded at the yard"
Lance Dunnine spoke with increas.
Ing harshness: by whose order was
that done? Why wasn't I notified?
Have they had feed or water?"
"All the stock caught west of the
Gilpin observer., 1909-07-01

hausted to undertake controversy,
even if it were to be thought of, and
1t was not.
Nothing further was needed to COM
plete his humiliation. He picked up
his hat and with the thought of get
ting out as quietly as he had come in
In rising he swept a tumbler at his
elbow from the table. The glass broke
on the floor, and Marion exclaimed:
What is that" and started for the
dining room.
1t was too late to get away. Nc
Cloud stepped to the portieres of the
trimming room door and pushed them
aside. Marion stood with a hat in her
hand, and Dicksie. sitting at the table,
was looking directly at the intruder as
he appeared in the doorway. She saw
in him her pleasant acquaintance Of
the wreck at Smoky Creek, whose
name she had not learned. In her sur
prise, she rose to her feet, and Marion
spoke quickly: "Oh, Mr.. McCloud. is
it you? did not hear you come in
Dicksie's face, which had lighted,
became a spectacle of confusion after
she heard the name. McCloud. con-
scious of the awkwardness of his POI
sition and the disorder of his garb,
said the worst thing at once. 81 fear
l am inadvertently overhearing your
conversation"
He looked at Dicksie as he spoke,
chiefly because he could not help It,
and this made matters hopeless.
She flushed more deeply. II can
not conceive why our conversation
should invite listener"
Her words did not, of course. help
to steady him. Il tried to get away"
he stammered, when realized i was
part of it,"
IN any event." she exclaimed, hasti-
ly, 'if you are Mr.. McCloud I think
1t objectionable to do anything like
that"
Il am Mr.. McCloud, though l should
rather be anybody else and am sor-
ry that | was unable to help hearing
what was said: L"
Marion, will you be kind enough to
give me my gloves?" said Dicksie.
holding out her hand.
Marion, having tried once or twice
to intervene, stood between the firing
lines in helpless amazement. Her ex-
clamations were lost; the two before
her gave no heed to ordinary inter-
vention.
McClouud flushed at being cut or.
but he bowed. "Of course" he said,
''if you will listen to no explanation
l can only withdraw"
He went back. dlnnerless, to work
all night: but the switchbacks were
doing capitally, and all night long
trains were rolling through Medicine
Bend from the west in an endless
string. In the morning the yard was
nearly cleared of westbound tonnage.
Moreover, the mail in the morning
brought compensation. letter came
from Glover telling him not to worry
himself to death over the tie-up, and
one came from Bucks telling him to
make ready for the building OF tho
Crawling Stone line.
McCloud told Rooney Lee that u
anybody asked for him to report him
dead, and going to bed slept "a hourA.
(TO BE CoNTINUED>
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