The Carlisle independent., 1916-12-14

1AC0p dNd d1 lIOlu ulbs IltlGu pant ed. You're a wretch. I'll never give it ,o you. I'll die first. Don't you dare come down here III drag you over the cliff if I have to go over my self'
 Nothing daunted, he came on. There was but one chance left to get away and, unhesitating, she took it. Turning, just as he thought he had her in his power, she sprang from where she stood on the edge of the | precipice far out over the ocean be- low. He stood spellbound. She struck with great splash. He saw her come up, strike out and sink again, as if | helpless. But he knew her unquench- able determination, her resource and her daring, and was shrewd enough i to watch the surface of the bay close ly. Sure enough, in little while he could see her, after swimming a dis tance under water, regain the surface | and with long, powerful strokes swim | away.
 At no great distance from where she had plunged into the bay speed launch lay at anchor. Helen recog- | nized the boat; it had, in truth, once | been her own, and she had named it | The Spiderwater. It belonged now to | the owners of her fathers estate, but she believed she might borrow it once more. Seagrue, impotent with rage. and following her down the shore | h0r rooab fhn 1a1rnah or1 ali k resolutely up over the gunwale into | the cockpit.
 Shaking herself like a duck, and without losing a minute, Helen spread | the wet blue print out on the deck, broke the motor lock on the ignition switch, and turned the engine over. 1 She knew the motor well; it was a 1 powerful Loew Victor, and after her | second effort it hummed like a dyna- mo. While it was warming up she cut the mooring line. Seagrue easily suspected she meant to get to Rhine lander at Oceanside. He looked at his watch. If he could catch the Linn ited he could still reach the city ahead of her. Exasperated, and out of | breath, he hastened back to camp, routed out his chauffeur and took his racing car for the station. Hardly a minute was left to him, and his hope Of reaching point where he could flag the through train vanished when he heard it's whistle and saw the gleam of it's headlight coming down the Signal grade.
 But he would not give up. Urging way paralleling the railroad track, and as the Limited shot by. Seagrue, with all the power that could be got out of his motor, actually held for a time abreast of it. He yelled and shouted as one sleeper after another drew slowly past-both the train and the motor car were running very fast but he could attract no attention. Helpless with rage, he saw the last car pulling gradually past, and furi- ous at being baked, he stood up on the seat and as the car drew past him, he jumped over the rail and landed OF the observation platform.
 Helen was pushing the launch to ward Oceanside. The ocean below the bay laps almost the edge of the rail. road track. but her heart sank as she looked back and saw the night traiE tearing up the track and rapidly over hauling her. Instinct told her that Seagrue would somehow board that train in an effort to get to the city
 first. AS the engine drew nearer, she picked up a pair of glasses and level ing them on the cab, discovered George Storm on the right side She | waved signal flag at him, but hi! eyes were glued on the track ahead | Then, as if by an inspiration, sh, | seized the cord of the air whistle her hand and in the Morse code sig naled for help. Storm turned hi
 head and looked back Questioningl. along his train; then up at his ow.
 whistle. The whistling continued, ant
 his attention was finally drawn to tn | launch, now dropping behind the train | Helen caught up her signal flag again | In a fash he recognized her, and call l ing his fireman over they listened te | her appeal.
 Give me paper, pencil" shouted Storm, as he shut of the throttle ane listened to the long and short toot that re-echoed ia jerky succession from the surface of the sea against tn, towering cliffs and through the f1yins cab. On leaf, torn from pad, Storn scratched out the signals:
 Have survey. Seagrue on yow train. Delay so I can reach Oceansidt | first. HELEN"
 The engine whistle shrieked his an swer to her eager ears.
 Something wrong with engine al ready"
 The fireman, learning the truth from Storm, tried to persuade him, what ever happened, not to delay the train It would cost Storm, he urged, his job
 Whats the job to mel" demanded | Storm, applying the air and bringing up the train with jolt. So saying, ht snatched small handful of tools from