The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1915-04-30

Larry stood staring at the note for
a long time, and into his mind came
the picture of Dorothy as he had seen
her in Wales, the innocent girl in the
big s%unbOnnet whom he had loved.
What had he done? How had this
thing come between them?
He saddled his horse and rode five
miles TO his nearest neighbor.
Keep charge of my sheep a day or
rwo,' he said I'm going to Butte"
Something wrong with the wife?"
asked the neighbor alphabetically.
Yes" answered Larry, riding away
However, he had no intention of go
ing to Butte. He knew that the night
rain from Butte stopped to take on
water at a siding a few miles down
the valley. He could catch her if he
rode hard. And, once aboard-well,
Larry had a revolver in his coat
pocket.
Yet his object was less to be re-
venged upon Collins than to preserve
Dorothy's good name, to save her from
herself.
He rode hard. The moon came up
and III the mountain way. Time and
again he thought he heard the Butte
train snorting up the incline in the
distance, but always the sound proved
Imaginary. And now he was nearing
the railroad track, which ran, a mar
row, edged ribbon, beneath him. He
spurred his horse down the mountain
way.
At last he ~dismounted and, turning
the beast adrift to Craze, waited be-
side the rails. Terrible thoughts as
sailed him as he waited there. What
If, instead Of killing Collins, he were
to place one of the huge fallen frs
across the rails, dislodging the engine
from the metals as it came swinging
round the curve? He could destroy
Collins and a hundred others, sending
them to their death among the bowl
ders far below the grade, and escape
unknown in the confusion.
Was Dorothy worth the sacrifice of
his own life ia retrihution?
The temptation grew stronger, until
the man hook with the agony that
assailed him. At last he went toward
the tallest Of The frs, a giant tree as
hard as ebony, which lay with it's
trunk projecting only a few inches
from the rails. With the exercise of
all his strength he could shift it a
few inches down the incline. He knew
that just where Il lay the curve was
the most dangerous. He stopped.
Then, in the distance, he heard the
putting of the engine as she forced
her way up to the summit before de-
scending on the grade that led to the
siding. There was just time.
But the sight Of the fiery eyes of
the monster above him paralyzed his
mind, and he could not turn his mus
cles to the accomplishment Of the
task. And now the engine was de
scending the grade, numbering and
screaming as she made her way toward
the siding. Larry stood still. II was
too late now But it was not too late
10 carry Il his original purpose.
Suddenly the moving mass seemed
to stand still She swerved, reared,
and then, with a scream OF escaping
steam, the engine left the metals and
toppled upon its side, followed by nalf
the cars, yet clInging almost miracu.
lously to the mountain side.
Flames burst out among the wreck
age. The screams Of the injured
reached Larry's ears plainly. Entire.
ly forgetful Of his purpose, the man
ran at full speed toward the scene Of
the accident. Men and women lay
half buried beneath the wreckage. Lar.
ry ran along the side Of the owe
turned cars, searching for Dorothy.
And he found her. She was unin-
jured, and, on her knees, she crouched
beside a nan with a CHASTITY wound
across his breast. Larry knew Col
Inns, though the face had been bat
tered almost out Of recognition. He
must have been killed instantly.
He touched Dorothy upon the arm.
There is nothing to do" he said.
1T is too late"
Yes" she answered, rising to her
feet In a mechanical manner and o
ing away. She seemed stunned by the
catastrophe. She hardly realized
where she was.
Larry devoted hour after hour to
aiding the injured, until the hospital
train that was rushed out from Butte
came up. Then he found Dorothy again.
She was standing near the body OF her
companion, looking uncertainty about
her.
What are you going to do? asked
Larry.
II don't know" she answered calm.
ly. She seemed to have lost all power
OF feeling, Go on to California, | sup
pose. You see, l have my ticket"
But what will you do there?"
What does that matter to you?
Anything"
Dorothy, you said you did not love
that man" said Larry.