The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-09

about the yi..us. The railroad at least was exhibiting some signs of life.
 Down through the maze of side tracks whisked the little train, out upon the main line with thin shriek of greeting, past the freight houses. It was then that Sir Vagabond sat up very straight, a look of mild interest in his eyes. Interest gave way to per plexity, perplexity to concern. Whats this-leaving the city? He wasted no time. Clutching his belongings to his side. he vaulted from one hand nimbly landing safely on his feet at the road side.
 He thought of the luckless pair in the empty 'box."
 Suddenly he stopped, his chin up, his hands to his sides. A hearty peal of laughter scared from his lips. The joke was on them. 1t was rich. The more he thought of their astonishment on awakening the more he laughed.
 His immense levity attracted atten- ton. Four or five men approached him from the shadows of the freight houses, ugly, unsmiling fellows. They demahded of him the cause of his un- seemly mirth. With tears in his mer- ry black eyes he related the plight of the pretty slumberers. They piled him with questions. He, described the cou- pie, even glowingly. Then the sinis- ter fellows smiled. More than that, they clapped each other on the back and swore splendidly.
 And so it was that the news spread over town at o'clock that Truxton King was where he could do no harm. It was well known that the train would make forty miles an hour down the steep grade into the lower valley.
 When Truxton King first awoke to the fact that they were no longer lying motionless ill the dreary yards he leaped to his feet with a startled shout of alarm. With frantic energy he pulled open the door. For min ute he stared at the scudding walls of stone so close at hand, uncOmprehend- ingIy. Then the truth burst upon him with the force of mighty blow. He staggered back, his jaw dropping, his eyes glaring.
 7 'GrodC 0OO, LOTdlucs we IC SOAA6 We're movingv' he cried hoarsely.
 She shot to her feet and lurched to his side. Don't fall out!" she almost shrieked.
 Suddenly the train shot out into the open, farm spattered valley. Truxton fell back dumfounded.
 s'The country!' he exclaimed. We've Sr, an The prince-he is lost!' He was be side himself, raging like madman.
 He had shouted to her that he must get back to the city.
 'You would be killedv' she cried clutching his arm fercely. You never can jump, Truxton. See how we are running. If you jump shall follow. won't go on alone. I am as much to blame as you"
 A small station flew by. "Ronn, sev- en kilometers to Edelweiss." He look ed at her in despair.
 "We're going faster and faster" he grated.
 Just then his gaze alighted on the pathetic breakfast. He stared as if ny p4Ot1ZC0. w dS AC EO4AlS5 AAeAA All instant later he was on his hands and knees examining the mysterious feast She joined him at once. No two faces ever before were so puzzled and per p1exed.
 "By heaven" he exclaimed, T see i all! We've been deliberately shang haied: We've been bottled up her and shipped out of town. Don't toucl that stuff! It's probably full of pei son. Great Scott, what a clever gans they are!'
 Whereupon he proceeded to kick tn, unoffending breakfast out of the ca door. To their dying day they wer, to believe that the food had been pu there by agents of the great conspira tor.
 Gro be continued.)