Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-03-17
II.

CHAP Elk ".
A fight among the directors-and q
bitter fight-had been indicated from
the moment the allotment of the stock
issue of the new Copper Range and
Underwater cutoff line was discussed.
1t was not alone that the territory of
the proposed cutoff was rich in traf-
fc. The survey made by Holmes en-
gineers through a wild country, hith-
erto reputed inaccessible, had devel-
|oped a low-grade pass through the SUI
perstition mountains that would put
the Tidewater's active rival-the Colo
RADIO and Coast line-with it's heavy
grades and curves, at a serious, if not
l~rretrievable, disadvantage, in it's fight
for competitive traffic.
General Holmes, seated in the IL
brary of his country home with his
associate, Amos Rhinelander, took
from his morning mail a letter from
John B. Rhodes, chairman of his execu-
tive committee, which revealed the ok
tent of the feeling over the situation.
Holmes handed the letter to Rhine
lander. Rhodes had discovered that
their competitors already had a sur
veying party out on reconnaissance.
~endeavoring to locate the Tidewater
pass; having in view the reputation
for sharp practice of the Colorado line
hackers, he urged Holmes to keep a
close watch ON the original survey,
now in the generals possession, until
the right of way should be definitely
secured. He added that with his party
/ of the directors, he would arrive on a
4 special at noon for the informal board
meeting at which means for financing
the project were to be arranged.
Through a complication in financial
arrangements, Holmes had been
/ obliged to put ON his own, the Tide
water line board, a minority group of
directors led by R~hinelander's nephew,
Seagrue and Seagrue's attorney, Ca
pelle-Seagrue was owner of a sub
4 stantial interest in the Colorado and
Coast line itself. Indeed, his means
were all tied up in it. 1t was this COM
1 plication which caused uneasiness in
Holmes mind and called for prudence
not all those even of his own direc-
torate could be trusted, in the circum-
/ stances, not to connive against his in
4 terest.
Seagrue had already been for the
weekend the house guest of Holmes.
He was at that moment seated in the
garden with Helen-Holmes' daughter
and Helen was being alternately
amused and bored by the patiently
forced efforts of the fastener to in
terest her in himself and his affairs.
More than once during his stay she
had refused to listen seriously to him
and now to annoy him, she professed
to. wonder, as the blast of a freight
engine whistle sounded at the moment
through the hills, whether that might
not be George Storm, one of her ia
theirs many e~ngineers-a man to
whom she had lately rendered a great
and gratuitous service and about whom
Seagrue himself had once tried to twit
her. And it so CHANGED that it really
was young Storms train running by
them for the passing track. He had
orders to wait there for the directors
special.
Toward noon, Holmes and his guests,
together with Helen, started for the
station to meet the train. It's arrival
was the occasion of many greetings
tor Helen from old New York friends
who declared that the mountain sun
and air had wrought wonders for. the
pnce delicate girl.
1t was while she stood thus on the
platform surrounded by her newly ar
rived guests that a young engineman
crossed the platform, cap in hand.
After a slight hesitation he walked up
to her as if he would speak. Again,
as if undecided, he halted Just before
Helen. She noticed the rather grimy
appearance of the stalwart engineman,
obviously just from his cab, but did
hot look closely enough to recognize
him. If he was pausing, as he stood,
for courage, it rose in him, for as her
Dyes returned to him, he stepped near
Err to her: IL think it was you who
saved my life the other day." he said
somewhat haltingly. Then he ques-
tioningly held out his hand. "Will you
accept my thanks?"
The moment he spoke, Helen knew
him-it was Storm, the fireman of the
Freight wreck. Indeed, she remem-
bered him almost too we'll. Her face
flushed with embarrassment. Her
guests, without catching what he had
said, were critically inspecting the
smoked engineer. Something like a
wave of resentment swept over Helen.
Fhy should he choose this, of all mo.