The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-21

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OF relief. The local was stalled away
down at Belfield and would wait for
! the express to pass there.
So, 1t was all right. Nobody risked
being killed, after all. And as sudden.
ly as the tension had been put on
| him, just as suddenly it snapped and
Belcher began chuckling and rubbing
! his head.
But-just what the deuce had he for.
gotten just in the last few minutes?
Oh. yes! He'd nailed down the presi.
dent Of the road to one of his own sid
ings. That was it. Well, he'd 60 out
and have a chat with him, and scare
him just for fun.
Quite happily, therefore. Belcher
tripped through the awful heat to
where the bulky man lay PROSTATE, ex-
hausted after fruitless struggle with
his bond. Belcher squatted cheerfully
beside him, remarking:
We'll, old President Bullion, how's
thrings coming?"
"Lemme up" came hoarsely from
the captive.
Jaw, wait WHILE" said Belcher,
pleasantly. THE train isn't due for
two or three minutes"
1.-The what?"
"The train that's going to come into
this siding full speed and make you
into sausage meat" the station man
explained cheerily.
A shrek rose from the red drip
ping man.
Great Scott" he screamed. I'm
not Bullion, if you mean the president
of this road. I'm the secretary of a
caske, company that"
You'll get one cheap, then" Belcher
commented.
> lis thinking of building near here.
: just drove over from Raynor to look
at your freight platform and meet
! some of your business mem"
so you're not Bullton!" gasped Bel
I cher, with what seemed to him excel.
lently quick and reasonable thought
:. well. then. If you're not Bullton"-he
II reached for the sledge-"the best thing
t, can do is to wipe you right out
q now"
9 A hoarse yell for help died away.
=. Because, If you're not" explained
the station man, you'll 60 to worl
It and tell Bullion about this. and IL
II lose my job"
< well, l am Bullton!" choked thu
s. PROSTATE figure I'm Bullion, and
Is Yes. thought you was Bullion.
&, said Belcher dryly, as he sat dowl
IN again. We'll, I'm Belcher. Remem
lie Der Belcher?"
n ooh, yes!"
ID Then why didn't you answer one
those four letters-hey? Didn't l AS
lie you politely to give me transfer t
lie some live station, or give me goo
lie raise if had to stay here?'
it. "Why-they-they must have bee
to overlooked, l think" suffered tn
as other "I-meant to give them after
ed ton, of course, but"
er but it wasn't worth while, eh?
he was all right to leave me down herr
on without even human being to look
from early morning till late at nigh
hf- Oh, 1t was all right! But it's got 20
az tied down good and tight now, and
of by ginger, the express is coming!"
a "Whatever your name is, let me u
at I'll give you a raise I'll give you
or raise, to commence the day you toe
lat the job. I swear will. I'll
nd "Oh, no., said Mr., Belcher, who ";
be- enjoying things with sweetly cle'
ed conscience IS he observed anew Il
me locked switches. You think 1t over
the next world. See if flowers for Il
eek lvin aren't better than flowers II
out people you've Killed. OF, and still mat
md EN- keep on living
Then, oddl brakes began to screa
and hiss, and 4 BIC train doomed
for from the west, slowed down and car
lar TO stop
de- PASSENGERS were lookipg out oil I
ess window They Ic"an pouring o.
ist- Right in front W S Cousin Tom. "
the drew a fat salary IN The claims depa
ose mont. lie prirpcd Eeicher by