The Winslow mail., 1914-05-30

Eleanor the ether cone and mask and
quickly instructed her in the use of
them. And as John Haynes quietly
composed himself upon the glass ta-
BILE, his daughter leaned over him sa-
turating the mask until her fathers
breathing became stertorous and he
sank into sleep, watching him and
pouring on the fluid from time to time,
| at the first culver of his limbs, with
calm faith in the success of the out
come.
She did not faint or even turn ner
eyes away when the doctor set to
his task. 1t was only afterward that
the revulsion came
| Presently it was ended and the
! wound bound and the clothing ad-
! justed once again over the antiseptic
| bandages. Then, for the first time.
Theobald remembered the danger of
his predicament. During that long
hour he had worked swiftly, as a sur
! geon must, and deftly as BELTS one
/ trained; but he had not hastened nor
| imperiled his patients life because,
miles distant, but ever bearing down
toward them with dreadful speed, the
| transcontinental express was rushing
from coast to coast upon those lines
of steel But now, when all was end
| ed, Theobald tore his watch from
| his pocket and looked at it, Ten
| twenty. What if the express should
be in advance of time? What if the
! distance had been miscalculated?
What if the gyroscope, untended dur
ing that hour, had increased speed?
He glanced at the indicator; the car
was running steadily at a hundred
and fifty miles. Then he set to arouse
his patient. One minute passed. Two
/ passed-there was no response, and,
with white face and features sternly
| set, John Haynes remained motion
! less. Three minutes. They chafed
his hands. An eyelid quivered a tre-
NOR ran through his frame. Four
minutes he raised his head, opened
his eyes, muttered and relapsed into
more easy slumber. Five minutes.
The train was due.
John Haynes opened his eyes again.
Eleanors voice in his ear brought
back that soul, lowering upon the con-
fines of the misty borderland
Father! The train! Wake! Wake
Touch the spring."
Why had he not confded to her that
| secret? It was the impulse of the
man, born from long confinement in
the penitentiary, to be sparing of
words and self-restrained Perhaps
| he had feared that Theobald might
wiring the secret from his daughters
| lips if he had told.
He had sunk back to sleep again.
! They looked round desperately for the
spring and could not find it. The train
might be delayed-one minute or five
But, travelling at that fearful rate, the
gyroscopic car was eating up the
| miles. Even in his predicament Theo-
bald's brain worked at the mathemat-
| ical computation. One hundred and
fifty in sixty minutes: two and half
miles each minute. He snatched at
his watch again; it was seven and
twenty minutes to eleven. Haynes
must wake speedily Or
He dashed his face with alcohol,
raised him and shook him. Haynes
eyes opened again. A name was on
his lips. Eleanor bent her ear to catch
the word; it was her mothers name.
And by the power of that name, re-
peated softly by the daughter, the
sleeping man awoke Consciousness,
struggling back, this time had come
to stay. John Haynes peered out
| through the glass windows, and sud.
denly he understood. A look of nor
ror passed over his face.
Raise mel" he murmured Put
the steering wheel in my hands
mo, no, father; the spring-the Sc.
cret spring."
Now he understood fully He sign
| ed to them to turn him on his side.
From the uplifted seat of the machine
| he pulled q pin, cleverly concealed;
he pressed it back, pulled it forth,
pressed it. The speed slackehed. The
| blurred wall resolved itself again into
| an embankment. The hand traversed
the indicator in retrograde direction
One hundred, ninety, eight, sey.
enty.
Through the glass windshield, very
! far distant, Theobald saw monster
crawling over the fat prairie land
Sixty, fifty. 1t was necessary. to
slow to thirty before the car could
leave the rail. Travelling at higher
! speed, the jolt from the smooth metal
to the depressed roadbed, set irregu
larly with sIeepers. would have shat
tered the car. Forty-the indicator
ceased to move. That tiny thing was
now a rushing serpent, coursing to-
ward them with terrific fury. If they
should meet it would annihilate them
and then sweep on as though the car
had never existed. The Indicator hand
was moving again. Haynes closed his
eyes in WEAKNESS. But Eleanor had
grasped the steering wheel.
With bound that shook them from
their seats the car left the metals. It
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