Williams news., 1916-09-28

She set down her baskets and resteu on fallen tree beside some bushes. Then she peered through the interim ing branches, for the sound of voices attracted her and startling declara- tion in the gruff tones sofs aSsRan. thrilled: - / -~------
 Lets start, then" the accents fell distinctly upon her ear. '"The express special reaches the bridge in forty five minutes. She's carrying a full treasure chest and it's ours if we plant few ties in time"
 Katy sprang to her feet. In flash she recognized the four men for what they were-train wreckers and lOoters. She formed speedy impulse to hasten back to Brocton and give the alarm, but her fleeing form was seen.
 "StOp her, whoever she is-been spy ing on uS!" roared out a sturdy voice.
 The quartette started a slanting run towards the road leading into BrOc- ton. Katy realized that even if not directly headed off, she would soon be overtaken. The cut-the handcar! It was less than two hundred feet away. She left the baskets where they were, abruptly changed her cOurSe- and made the dash contemplated.
 Zing! The clOSeness of speeding bullet made her fair face blanch. racketty-jangle! She set the pro- peller bars in action. She needed not threats of her pursuers. The dim dusk | IL lo-cA C., hind. How far had her action de feated the plans of the plotters? Katy thought rapidly.
 They might send contingent down the cut after her, while others has tened down the main line to carry out their unhOly work. Was there time to run the handcar the full length of the cut and cover the half-mile stretch to the main line? Katy feared Tot. TwO-thirds of the cut route covered, she jumped to the ground and ran up the sharp incline leading to the high CT levels, q mile in width, then the deep gap just beyond the bridge. Katy knew what she was about, and raced like an expert runner. Ste ar rived breathleSS and tottering at the edge of the gap. There was a farm house five hundred yards distant, but Katy could afford to waste no time. All along the edge of the gap were little cocks of hay, cured and dry as finder. A country boy stood leaning on his pitchfork, lighting his pipe. Katy ran up to him.
 "Quick!' she fairly ordered, give me a match"
 "You-you-you don't smoker" gasped the astounded pumpkin, but he produced the article asked for.
 Katy grasped the fork. She struck the match on its handle, dropped it in a heap of hay, lifted the blazing wisps on the tines of the fork and threw them twenty feet down into the gap.
 "More! more! more.' she fairly screamed, as she caught the echo of mile distant.
 its dads hay-who will pay?" blurted out the lad.
 '"The railroad company, and richly" panted the undauntable Katy. Pile it down, keep up the blaze. An, we've done it-we've done itl''
 Yes, the blaze had halted the train, aye, and saved it, for when the train crew went ahead at Katy's direction, they found q pile of ties on the curve near the bridge that would have sent every coach on the train into the ditch, a wreck.
 And as Katy stood, the adored hero- inc of the occasion, who should come up but Bruce Danvers and his fa- ther
 Its simply irresistible, Bruce" the railroad magnate told his happy son a little later. "The girl has real rail- road stuff in her. She saved our lives and she's good as gold. Make her Mrs. Danvers as soon as you like"