The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1914-06-13

Inc Judge staggered fOrWard again.
He passed his hand across his face;
he still seemed dazed. Haynes
moved aside and let him see his re-
Election. In the mirror a wretched
tramp, mud splashed and ragged,
stared back at Charters. The Judge
shook his head like a bull, went near,
made motions with his hands and
arms, and suddenly, with a fearful cry
collapsed insensible at Haynes feet.
The train was moving at no more
than eight miles an hour, for the en-
CINE was putting near the summit OF
the hill. From his post in the cab
the engine-driver was watching the
track for obstacles, while the two
armed guards shivered and clapped
their arms across their breasts.
Noiselessly Haynes crept to the
front platform, leaped to the ground
and reached for the couplings. His
task was one which few men could
have accomplished. But in the lonelt-
ness of the penitentiary Haynes had
developed the muscles of his right
arm into those of a giant, before he
had invented his machine, and while
he yet dreamed Of physical vengeance
upon his enemies. AS the train poised
itself upon the top of the hill, almost
~immovable, waiting to make the down
ward plunge, Haynes uncoupled the
engine and leaped back into the car.
The engine leaped forward, freed of
the car, and raced wildly down the
long slope which dipped toward the al
kali country. For half a dozen miles
nothing could stay her flight. 1t
would be half an hour before she could
snortingly puff backward to the sum-
nit again, and then the car, rushing
backward along that swift descent,
would lie buried beneath the waters
Of the Blue River that would receive
her when she left the track at the
urn below.
But that was not yet to be. For,
barring the way, buzzing like a bee,
the little gyroscope runabout nobly
bore up against the weight of the de-
scending car. Had the latter obtained
more impetus before e~ncumbering her,
the runabout would have been crushed
like an eggshell, broken though never
moved from her place until her frame
sprang into fragments. But now, with
this slow, dead weight leaning against
her breast, the gyroscope only hum
med and crooned it's song of victory;
and there they chung, the car and the
motor car, locked in that struggle in
which neither could gain a yard. The
car stood still.
IJounao fanIr kl1 xnoNnao;O,1 4v,d@O
by the arms and dragged him off the
car into the snow. The fall had
ceased; the cold was terrible upon the
mountains. 1t might nave been TWEEN
ty-five below zero, it might have been
more. The rags which the judge wore
might as well have been wrappings of
straw.
The fearful cold, penetrating to the
bone, reused him from his faint.
Haynes pulled him to his feet and,
%propping him against the platform of
the car. stood owe him.
Once there was a corrupt Judge"
he said with slow and terrible preci-
sion. Sworn to do justice and uphold
the law, he plundered the poor, pill
LACED the strong, and wrought injus-
tice. Once, in the loneliness of a
cell to which he had consigned him.
one of the victims swore to kill that
man, whose name was Charters. And
having so sworn he would not break
his oath.
But Charters has outwitted him."
Haynes continued to the covering
Judge. He died before his victims
vengeance fell. He died in that car,
ten minutes ago, in a drunken slum-
Der. And so his victims vengeance
has been rendered useless and all his
schemes of no avail.
But in his place stands one who
is soon to learn what Charters taught
so many other poor souls who stood
before him, confident in the honor and
majesty of the law which he betrayed.
1t Is Dan Clancy who now waits here
in the place of Charters to receive his
punishment. That punishment will be
life Imprisonment, for it was he who
killed Judge Charters, and in this
state, by lucky chance, there is no
capital punishment. Clancy" he con-
tinued, with an abrupt change Of man.
ner, you can live half an hour, and
not much more, in this temperature.
In half an hour the guards who are
now on that engine will be back. Make
yourself known to them and they will
spare you, warm you, feed you. and
convey you to a place where you will
never be cold again."
He left the man in the snow and
stepped into the runabout. With a
turn of the wheel and pressure of the
spring, he backed her, steered her
from the path OF the released car, and
guided her to the roadbed just as the
latter, freed from its support, rolled
forward. 1t sped on down the grade,
gathering momentum, till the roadbed
vibrated, ratified onward and down
ward, the noise of it's progress grow
ing fainter and fainter till only the
least sound remained. Above the
watchers waited in b~reathless silence.
There came a crash, a roar from far
below; then the splash of a cascade of
water.
The train car lay fathoms deep in
the swift-moving, icy waters of the
Blue River.
Come, T~heobald," said John
Haynes.
But even as the car leaped forward
screams echoed from behind and a
6eura came running ovar fine anou