The Huttig news., 1910-06-04
 SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER I.-Lawrence Elakelev, law yer. goes 10 Pittsburg with the forged notes in the Bronsc,s ease 10 take the dep osition of the chief witness for the pros ecution, John Gilmore, mii~-"sire. In the latter's house the lawyer is attracted by the picture of a girl whom Gilmore West. vesf'''i He sas s -cssr i- c sa.csl and friend ss s-< &sw<1s
 CHATTER rr.-r-~- 7 Ss- so huy a Pullman ticket BlakcN. S requested by lady to buy one for he. dn gives her lower II and retains lowt~-1en. He finds man in drunken stupor in lower ten and retires in lower nine.
 CHAPTER III.-He awakens in lower seven and finds that his travelling bag has His clothes likewise have been exchanged for others.
 CHAPTER Iv.-An amateur detective interests himself in the case. It is learned that the dead man is simon Harrington of Pittsburg.
 CHAPTER v.-Henry Pinckney sulli- gan is believed to be the name of the man who disappeared with Blakeley's clothes and grip. He is suspected of the murder.
 CHAPTER vI.-Rlakeley becomes in- terestea in a girl in blue. A dirk and blood stains are found in lower seven. Blakeley comes under suspicion.
 CHAPTER vII.-Cireumstantial evil dence against Blalzeey is strengthened. The train is wrecked.
 CHAPTER vIII.-Blakeley is rescued from the burning car by the girl in blue. His arm is broken.
 CHAPTER Ix.-Together they go to the Carter farm for breakfast. She tells him her name is Alison West, his part ner's sweetheart.
 CHAPTER x.--Alison's peculiar actions mystify the lawyer She drops her gold bag and Blakeley. unnoticed. puts it in his pocket.
 CHAPTER XI-He returns home and learns from his landlady of strange hap penings.
 CHAPTER XIr-Blakeley learns that woman by the name of Sullivan. d fellow victim of the wreck. is in the hospital. CHAPTER xIII-He also learns that he is under surveillance and that the Pittsburg police looking for survivors of the wreck.
 CHAPTER xIv.-BlaSeley hears of strange dongs in a vacant house next door. Investigation is without result.
 Flow many offers of marriage will the young lady in the box have?e The dog stopped sagely at "nene.' and then pulled out card that said eight Wild shouts of glee by the audience. "The fools,'' I muttered.
 After little l glanced over. Mrs. Dallas was talking to Mcknight, but she was looking straight at me. She was flushed, but more calm than 1, and she did not bow. 1 fumbled for my hat, but the next moment I saw that they were going, and l sat still When Mcknight came back he was triumphant.
 I've made an engagement for you, : he said. Mrs. Dallas asked me to bring you to dinner tonight. and said I knew you would fall all over yourself to go. You are requested to bring along the broken arm, and any other souvenirs of the wreck that you may possess
 I'll do nothing of the sort" I de. clared, struggling against my inclina- tion. T can't even tie my necktie, and I have to have my food cut for me-
 HOh, that's all right" he said eas- fly. 'Ili send Stogie over to fix you up, and Mrs. Dal knows all about the arm. I told her.
 tStogie is his Japanese factotum, so called because he is lean, yellowish brown in color, and because he claims to have been shipped into this country in box,)
 The cinematograph was finishing the program. The house was dark and the music had stopped, as it does in the circus just before somebody risks his neck at so much a neck in the dip of death, or the hundredfoot dive. Then, with sort of shock. I saw on the white curtain the announcement:
 THE NEXT PICTURE
 IS THE DOOMED WASHINGTON
 FLYER. TAKEN A SHORT DIS
 TANCE FROM THE SCENE OF
 THE WRECK ON THE FATAL
 MORNING OF SEPT EMBER
 TENTH. TWO MILES FARTHER
 ON TT MET WITH ALMOST COM
 PLETE ANNIHILATION%
 1 confess to return of some of the sickening sensations of the wreck; people around me were leaning for ward with tense fsces Then the let ters were gone and saw long lev. el stretch of track, even the broken stone between the ties standing out distinctly. Far off under cloud of smoke small object was rushing to- ward us and growing larger as it came
 Now it was on us, mammoth in size, with huge drivers and colossal tender. The engine leaped aside, as if just in time to save us from de struction, with a glimpse of stoop- ing fireman and a grimy engineer. The long train of sleepers followed. From forward vestibule porter ia a white coat waved his hand. The rest of the cars seemed still wrapped in slumber With mixed sensations saw my own car, Ontario. fly past and then I rose to my feet and gripped McKnights shoulder.
 On the lowest step of the last car one foot hanging free, was a man. His black derby hat was pulled well down to keep 1t from blowing away, and his coat was flying open in the wind He