Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1915-05-13

he was as fast as though ne had been
nailed to the line. He could bend his
body or knees, but from knee to ankle
he remained wholly perpendicular, and
the muscular strain Of returning his
body to the plumb line which the lower
part of his legs maintained was so
severe that he abandoned further ef-
forts to move.
"You see," said Greaves, "the mech.
anism is working although 1t is not at
present connected with the running
gear. Until 1t runs or Is shut OF you
will be unable to detach your foot from
the metal But don't be alarmed
just place your hands in your over.
coat pockets"
Hopkins obeyed; a steel trap snap
ped in each; he was securely hand
cuffed, his wrists caught In an easy.
unbreakable grip. And then he un.
derstood that all his efforts had avail
ed him nothing and that the blow had
fallen.
John Haynes went back to the au-
tomobile and lifted out a five-gallon
can of gasoline. Opening a fold In the
back of Hopkins overcoat, he poured
the fluid into hidden receptacle un.
til the lower part Of the garment
bulged like balloon.
"Yes, 1t is rather weight" Haynes
said ironically. But you will hardly
feel 1t, Mr. Hopkins, for your feet will
carry you to your destination. and
the personal effort will be practically
nothing. Besides, the gasoline will
act as a ballast and so enable you to
enjoy greater speed than you might
otherwise obtain, while also prevent
ing you from injuring yourself by in
convenient movements. For instance,
il you were to lose your balance ir.
retrievably, you might perform the
last few thousand miles of your jour
ney with your head and heels hori-
zontal"
Edward Philemus Hopkins stared
up at the blue sky. A little cloud was
floating overheard, lark was rising
from the ground, mounting skyward,
pouring out her soul In joyous melo-
dy. A few half incoherent words
burst from between his lips and John
Haynes inclined toward him to catch
them.
Fifty thousand dollars?" he echoed.
Not for the world. Hopkins. Not for
all you have. You scoundrel," he
cried, with a sudden outburst Of fury,
do you think you can buy your mis-
erable life when better rogues than
you have paid the penalty for their
treachery? What Of the five years
that / dragged out at Nokomis Falls?
What of my wife and daughter torn
from me when l was treacherously en-
trapped? Answer me that. No, 1t Is
no use to scream. Even If anybody
were near to hear you, that would but
rob you of few more minutes Of an
ticipation.'
He paused and strove to recompose
his features, which were distorted by
the vehemence of his emotion.
I'm the pursuit of my revenge he
continued, more calmly, II have made
1t a principle of honor to let the pun
ishment, as far as possible, fit the
crime. There was Jack Poole, for In.
stance. He it was who lured me into
that fight in which received treach.
erous bullet wound. Jack Poole was
not murdered by me, as you believe.
He died by his own hand-the result
Of a new attempt at trickery. Then
there was Judge Charteris, who sent
me to convict's cell. He Is not
dead, as you imagine, but Is expiat'
ing his crimes in penal institution
under an assumed name. just as he
sent me to suffer under an alias at
Nokomis Falls. And you, Hopkins
you built your railroad from the pro-
ceeds Of my stolen lands. You have
made yourself rich on it; you have
helped people to travel. And 80 am
going to send you travelling"
What are you going to do with
me?" implored the other. Where am
/ to go?"
For answer Haynes drew from his
pocket the early morning edition of
the "Belguique" On the first page
in huge, black lettering was column
Of news, standing out prominently
from the type in which the remainder
Of the page was printed.
"You do not read French, believe.
Hopkins?" asked Haynes. Il am sure
you do not. Had you done SO, you
would have understood the warning
which / penciled upon the outside Of
letter of yours few days ago. and
would have taken yourself from Spa
in the hope Of eluding me. Well, lis
ten!" He read:
"By special arrangement with the
Belgian and Imperial German govern.
ments, Mr.. Cyrus w. Walkenphast Will
demonstrate the practicability Of his
new railroad foot velocipede' by trav-
cling from Spa to Bonn upon single
rail on the morning Of April Is. A
special line will be reserved for him.
and he is expected to cover that dis
tance at the rate Of five and thirty
miles an hour arriving at his desti'
nation some time in the afternoon.
In military circles the remarkable In
vention Of this clever American, who
is stated to own large railroad inter-
ests in his own country, is awaited
with the utmost eagerness, and 1t Is
anticipated that large crowds will line
the track throughout the greater part
of the journey"
He folded up the newspaper and re-
placed it in his pocket. you. my
dear Hopkins, are Mr. Cyrus Walken'
phast," he said.
Then you are going to send me to
Bonn?" asked the wretched man, feel
ing his hopes revive.
II am going to send you toward
Bonn" answered the other. But