The Carlisle independent., 1916-11-30

She Ran Out on the Balcony.
 without loss of time, searched him. You've stolen our survey" exclaimed Helen wrathfully. Where is it?" Spike shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about" he muttered What do you fellows want with me, anyway" he demanded, looking from one to the other of the
 two men, impudently.
 They dragged him to the freight en- zine and with Storm directing, both
 engines started back to the passenger train. The freight engine sounded a
 greeting to the crew of the stranded flyer, and Storm and Helen elattered
 past to their own deserted train. With Storm speeding up at his throttle
 Helen soon saw the semaphore of Signal station and with the two pris- oners. Storm and his fireman returned
 with Helen to the house. Police officers were already iii charge and the safe-blowers wese turned over to them Helen, agitatei and anxious. was met at the door of the library by Amos Rhinelander. His face was grave With a keen, ques- tioning look her fathers friend laid his hand tenderly on her arm as shs attempted to enter the room. Stop, Helen,' he said in a constrained tone. Don't go in there just now"
 Storm stood near. She would havs
 pushed past Rhinelander, but again he opposed her entrance. And where is father?" she exclaimed as if sud- den realization had come upon her
 My child,' Rhinelander took her within his arm. we are under the or ders of the police. Nothing in the I-
 brary must be disturbed" An awful suspicion gripped her heart Father" she exclaimed in-
 tensely. He was hurt. Where is he?"
 Rhinelander. avoiding her glance d. rected into the half-darkened room, motioned significantly to Storm. The engineer understood; but it was too late. Slipping with the strength and speed of fawn from between the two men. Helen darted into the library. Those of the fated household heard in the night an agonizing cry; it rang far. She had found her father all too soon and had thrown herself beside
 his dead body, where it had been placed on the couch beside the fire place.
 Thus perished by the hand of a
 wretched criminal-a mere fieck of the scum of our civilization-this man
 who had himself, and alone. discov. cred the first railroad pass over ths Continental Divide.
 Seagrue's ears echoed long with . memory of that cry. Standing beside his captured confederates be asked himself whether the price had not, as. ter all, been too high.
 But Spike, insensible to all but his criminal instincts, drew close beside him and asked him, unobserved, for pencil. But for the fear that his own neck might be jeoparded by an ex. posture, Seagrue would have had done with his two murderous tools then and there, but he had put himself in their power and dare not refuse. Spike. despite his handcuffed wrists, managed to scribble a note on Seagrue's cuff telling him where the survey had been hidden. The officers coming out oi the library, marched their prisoners away.
 Alone in his room, the half-sickened conspirator read Spikes message. Ha paused and for long moment pom dered his situation. It was not hard for him to shake from his consciencs his own responsibility for the tragic outcome of his villainy and Capelle's
 It was, he argued, not what he had contemplated or desired. It was Ca pelles fault. Accidents will happen sometimes fatal ones. The garcc
 might still be his.
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