Arizona republican., 1915-07-18
IN AN INSTANT TIE. BALLROOM WAS IN AN UPROAR {.

pile. They see hard service and some are rent and frayed.
 The inspector comes his rounds and goes over the empties marking briskly with a large piece of chalk " Repair"' on those that need mending and renovation.
 Out to the loading platform go. for the time being. the condemned mail bags. and there all night they lay in the light. with only the eye of the night watchman upon them occasionally.
 Dawn breaks at a small way station forty miles from Richmond. Here the freight train haIts for orders and here Arthur. cramped and that every fiber of his being aches. crawls from his perilous perch and creeps from under tho into the dus5y daylight. Choked with dust marked and matted with grease and dirt disheveled and pitifnl in what his masculine fnery of the night before. Ar thur lmps to a small pool of water be- tween the tracks and is not too dainty to throw himself down beside it and suck up its refreshing coolness to his cracked lips and parched and feverish throat.
 The trainmen are busy with their own concerns at water tank and telegraph sta ton. far up the track and the other side of the train. Across from him is a freight going out a branch line. The open door of a freight seems to call him to it's sheltering haven of escape. Arthur darts across the track. realizing what a ridicu-
 
 and disheveled dress suit. a marked and battered silk hat still clamped tightly on his head.
 The outgoing freight is gaining momen- tum as Arthur filings himself half into the open doorway. but he misses his hold and would have fallen under the wheels but that two strong and dirty hands seize him by the shoulder and another pair dirty and strong grasp him also. and he is hauled into the car like a grain sack to find himself safe his side and looking up into the countenances of three grinning, grimy knights of the road.
 You had a close shave of it. bo." wheezes the whisky voice of the first tramp to seize him. But I gotcher. Steve"
 Its plant. Strap" cautions a little rat faced hobo who has skullIed in the back of the and has given hand in hauling Arthur from the jaws of death.
 "Whatcher mean a plant?" asks the as Strap
 Cant you see? It's a railroad bull" retorts the rat faced tramp. Would any gay cat be wearn' the soup and fsh?" And he points to Arthur's dirty and dis heveled evening attire.
 Maybe de Elnll got it handed to him." suggests the other tramp who had assisted Arthur into the side door Pullman"
 "Aw. can't ye see dem glad rags is hissen? Why. dey doity. but dey fits him"
 !" You're right Scotty" said the leader of the trio. and without ado he struck Arthur q terrific blow behind the ear that stunned him for the moment and the next instant Arthur felt himself fighting wildly with the three strong and active outcasts.
 Meanwhile, what of the diamond from She sky? Where was it?
 Bob Adams had swept it into the mail bag without seeing it. the mail sorter at the postofrce had given cry to see it fall upon the sorting table and blaze back it's sinister gleams to the incandescent light above. Where was the diamond from the sky?
 The watchman relieved at dawn on the loading platform outside might have known IS he stepped across the mail bags marked Repair" But the side of his right bro gan just Erazed it. The truck driver mil ght nave known he loaded the bags to be 'epaired. for like many a poor man he held fortune in his hands for once at least in ifs poverty stricken life and never knew it.
 Held by its clasp in the ravelings of the nner scam at the bottom of the bag, the heirloom of the Stanleys rested in the darkness of the soiled interior of the ce worn old mail bag. The truckman held in his arms and tossed 1t on top of his oad. But his fingers just missed the feel # it. And so he threw away his fortune, lerhaps evil one, and drove on with is mind upon other matters than fortunes IT missing gems of price.
 Down the city street from his humble