The Carlisle independent., 1916-11-23

IOb FtiC Si4C Odl0s scene. Her father, his friend Rhine. lander, young Seeg grue, the Signal sta, tion operator. the tug captain and the train passengers crowded the observa, tion platform looking at her and the shaken-up fireman.
 The fagman could hardly raise tha step cover quick enough to release Holmes so that he might get down to his daughter. He knew all-the oper- ator had told the story. He caught his daughter in his arms with a show CT of misty reproaches. What" he cried. Have you lost your mind? Are you mad?" Helen's eyes fell be- fore her fathers anger. She was 8 dutiful girl. Don't you know what danger is? Have you no sense of fear?s he stormed. She raised her eyes and paused an instant; then she asked. shyly: Where was to get it, father'-she looked queerly up at hixi from you?"
 "Gammon," he clustered, edgfng away from the subject, beaten. Who's this boy?" he demanded, pointing te the grimed and disfgured fireman. Whats your name?"
 Storm, General Holmes-George Storm, f1reman,' responded the boy, unmoved
 What were you sticking like leech to runaway engine for-why didn't you go back with the rest of the crew." demanded the head of the road severely.
 Storm met the assault calmly. T thought I might be able to get ths air pump going" he countered.
 Did you do it?" asked Holmes, with sarcasm.
 "Id have done it if I'd had time.n persisted the somewhat dismantledl fireman. 'I guess" he added calmly looking back at the mess of cars, T needed a couple of days more"
 "No matter. Storm" declared Holmes, secretly pleased, you're all right"
 T should think as much cried Helen, breaking through her reserve. If you had many men like that."
 Amos Rhinelander took the scene in with an abundance of satisfied hu. nor. He was a big. wholesome fel' low. Beside him stood Seagrue, si. lent and observant. Both before and after her father introduced him. he scrutinized Helen a long time. With his introduction, he ventured some thing of ompliment-tried. as 1t were, for moment. to take the stage and seemed to await confidently an appreciation of his remark.
 But Helen, whether confused by her much-wilted plight, or engrossed by the recollection of her adventure could hardly notice his effort to be agreeable. Storm had started back to his engine. Her father was helping his daughter back to the observation platform. From it Helen looked stead fly back at Storm, now standing down the track in the midst of the wreck age. The passenger engine sounded four sharp blasts to call in the flag man. Storm looked around; the pas senger train was moving ahead. Hs saw in the group on the rear platform one figure-that of slender girl, in wet jockey costume, a smile lighting her face as she looked toward him. She was lifting her hand in good-by, He started, touched his hand to his bruised forehead and waved back her greeting Beside Helen stood Sea' grue. He did not seem pleased with her attitude and dropped an ironical remark in her ear. This one she quite plainly heard and understood: "Very gratifying" he smiled, "to find presidents daughter so very clever. And" he added softly, "she seems to take real interest in engine men!"
 Helen looked deliberately around at him-but whatever may have been hs1 thought, she made no reply.
 (TO BE CoNTINUED)