The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1915-08-03
CHAPTER x.

IA the SKYE Torn from the falr
"a throat of Vivian Marston. It
lies I'm mail box. with no
light &c CLEAN upon 1t and be reflected
back intensified. With letters and
packages and newspapers folded tight
lies the diamond from the sky without
q stamp to make 1t mail of any class.
Then comes the busy mail collector.
with his mail collecting car. There is
some excitement at the Randolph man
sion close by. Police whistles are
blowing and laundering fight Is going
on on the sidewalk.
But Bob Adams Is one of Uncle
Sans mail men. Way for the Z. s.
mail, which has no time to stop for
police, police whistles or shindies on
the street. But 1t attracts his atten-
ton, as Go some hurrying passershy.
and he opens the mail box and ne
chemically drags its contents into the
open nav of the drawstring regula-
ton canvas mail bag. Into the sack
while Bob Adams, mail man. looks
with averted head toward the elegant
scrap goes the mail from box i13. and
with 1t goes the diamond from the sky
Bob Adams gets back from his col
lection route to the postofiice an hour
later. His work is through. and he
stops in to see his friend, the sergeant
at police headquarters, to learn what
the row was all about that caused such
commotion and evidently put a crimp
in the swell ball given by that grandc
dame of Richmond, Mrs. Burton Ran.
dolph
Meanwhile on the sorting tables at
the postoifice the local collections are
being dumped from the mail bags. The
clerk looses the dra wstrings and holds
the bags up from their bottom corners
and shakes out the mail with def and
practiced rapidity. On the floor the
emptied mail bags pile. They see hard
service, and some are rent and frayed.
The inspector comes on 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 fol-
the time being the condemned mail
bags. and there all night they lay In
the arc light. with only the eye of the
night Waterman upon them occasions
ally.
Dawn breaks ut Il small way station
forty miles from Richmond. Here the
freight train halts for orders. and here
Arthur, so crampcd and sore that ev
cry fiber OF his being aches. crawls
from his prriious perch and creeps
from under the car into the dusky day
light. Cholel with dust marked ant
matted with grease and dirt, DISNEY
eled and pitifu In what was his mas
culine finery of the night before. Ar
thur limps to small pool of water
between the tracks and Is not too
dainty to throw himself down beside
II and suck up its refreshing GOODNESS
to his cracked lips ana parched ant
feverish throat.
The trainmen are busy with thei
own concerns ut water tank and tele
graph station. far up the track and OF
the other side of the train. Across
from him is n freight, going out on I
branch line. The open door of freigh
car seems TO call him TO its shelter
ing haven Of escape. Arthur dart
across the track. realizing what ride
ulous figure he must seem In his stain
ed and dishevcled dress suit, mark
ed and battered silk hat still clampe,
tightly on his head.
The outgoing freight is gaining me
mentum as Arthur filings himself hal