Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-12-27
CHAPTER 1.

the seaside resort were awe win Heh
and women. hurrying to the city for the
grind OF the day. Motor cars, too. GID
ing noiseiessly along the bouievards. drew
up IN turn before the station and dis
charged their passengers. From one Of
these q mIddle-aged. military looking
man. General Holmes. an ex-arny officer
and a railroad man. alighted on the
platform A governess and a pretty girl,
Heien-General Holmes only child-had
accompanied him to the train. and when
he turned to the open tonnesu TO say
goodbye. Helen sprang impulsively half
way into his arms. His train pulled In
as he quite simply but affectionstely
kissed his child and boarded the nearest
car
Helen. promised q morning in the park.
left the motor car with her governess
the moment they crossed n small scenic
railroad running back Of the beach. She
already had her eye on what she wanted
20 play with. A contented dog. at peace
with the world and summing himself on a
grassy slope. had riveted her alert eve;
Helen advanced joyously 10 get &C
quainted. The dog seemed not averse to
a passive friendship. but the little maid.
sitting down, sought something more.
and by pulling hard and with confidence
at his neck. soon had HIS unpromising
head-after a fashion. at least-in her
dimtnutive lap
The strain on his sensibIllties appeared
more than her amiable and care-free
friend could stand After submitting for
a time he rolled over jumped up and
trotted briskly away for new secluslon
and a new peace. Helen. undaunted. fol-
lowed. Her governcss. engaged with the
chauffeur. saw nothing OF this part OF
the incident But moment later the
few spectators In the scenic railroad
square. waiting to board one OF the
miniature trains. saw a protesting dog
trotting rapidly away from a curly
haired Girl. who briskly and relentlessly
followed.
A newspboy. relaxing aRainst 3 con-
venient lamp post after the morning
rush, watched the pursuit for a moment
with ianguid interest. then turned 10 look
at an approaching train on the scenic
road. He seemed no more than half
awake. His wits in truth. were wool
gathering. Every morning found him
absorbed greatly a the mysteries Of the
miniature engine that pulled the scenic
railroad train. He had long since become
fast friends with the engineer and at
night he had dreams OF greater engines
indeed. OF greater things.
A shout, then chorus Of cries aroused
him from his reverte. The putting train
was pulling swiftly toward tho open
square The unhappy dog. casting re-
proachfuI chances over his shoulder at
his pitiiess friend. was galloping uncer-
tainly. but directly down the narrow
track toward the oncoming train. Helen
seeing or needing nothing OF the train AL
fixed only on her chase. ran after at too
speed. A dozen people saw her danger
a. the train rounded the curve lust In
front OF her-oniy one OF them made a
move. Dropping his unsoids, the day
dreaming newsboy. waking sharply, ran
headlong after the needless girl.
Il was none too soon. The dog. dis
mayed alike by the cries and second
pursuit sprang. almost IN the teeth OF
the engine pilot. right across the track.
Helen fast on his heels was ready 10
jump after. but Il would have been pretty
certainly Jump to her death. The news
boy caught her arm and whiried her
from the engine just as Il shot pact with
the brakes screeching on the drivers.
Helen sprawied headlong beside the
track and the boy. unbalanced. rolled on
the gravel near her.
He was on his feet In a trice. standlne
over Helen. she was frightened anc
hreathiesa. and without speaking ne knel
BY her. Her eyes began TO mi with bl,
tears She Sat confussdly up as her com
penion brushed the granite dust from hei
piQue skirt and with q coarse handker.
chief began wiping the blood from a cu
on one OF her pink knees Her rescuei
made little OF the accident. He told hel
not to cry. He even brushed the rounc
tears from her chceks-aelen liked him
What Is your name. little boy7'' All,
rAltered IN would-be commanding tone
I'm no little boy" returned her res
euer gruffly. What are you. then7- All,
demanded gravely.
I'm big boy. Ny name e Georg,
storm; I'm named after my father. III,
was railroad engineer. MY father rol
killed on a train. Who's your fatherf',
Where ala that dog Ko3s quiverel
Helen. not answering.
'Geei / didn't see You pretty nea,
got kiiled. That cog wasn't any GOOD
declared the boy scornfuliy. .som
day." he stopped the blood ON her xne
once more with his handkerchief. an,
then added firmly; Il am going to driv
big engine sometime myself, like m,
father
frantic soYerness. followed by a,
open-mouthed chauffeur. came runnin,
At this moment toward them. The woman
with a shower OF approaches. caugh
Helen up IN her arms. Passengers toll
the story. The chauffeur patted Georg
on the back as the soFerness tried 1
hurry Helen away
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