Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-03-31
FOURTH INSTALLMENT
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When Helen Holmes took the day
key at Signal the little office had al
ready passed from the quiet kind to
the remorselessly active kind Of those
small way stations that drive inno-
cent men mad. Two rival lines main
tanning large construction camps and
getting all their supplies through Sig
nal station, were engaged in a race to
build a mountain cut-off-and a con-
siderable one. Despite all the help
Lyons, the overworked agent, could
give Helen, she found the tasks of her
day about all that her strength would
compass.
Nor could Helen, situated as she
was, escape occasional office visits
from Seagrue, whose activity as head
of the opposition construction camp
was undated. Going owe to the sta
ton one day to watch his men unloa
a shipment of material, he stepped
into the Office ostensibly to make in
quiries-in reality to steal a few min
utes with Helen Holmes, whom he
found busy, but alone.
Seagrue spoke blandly: It" heal
you're becoming quite a railroad ex-
pert" She made no effort to reply.
Getting really clever at the key, Ly-
ons gays" Helen, entering waybills,
went on with her writing. by the
way" asked Seagrue, evenly, ANY
word this morning from our steam
shovel?"
She looked toward the window-the
local freight train had just pulled in.
1T may be out there now, on No. 3d.
Seagrue seemed in no haste to in
v~estigate, and Helen had almost lost
hope of any diversion in that direc-
ton, when the office door opened and
George Storm walked in.
He was just out of his engine cab,
and deliberate and composed as usu-
ally, but his eyes, lighting to greet
Helen, cooled when he saw Seagrue.
Storm nodded CURLY toward him and
was greeted in kind. Then the stall
wart engine man turned his attention
to Helen, and Seagrue was soon made
to feel the pangs of being distinctly
third in the situation and without al
anesthetlc.
And the best Of 1t all is" said
Storm at length to Helen, "this is my
last run on local f%reights. l am as
signed tonight to the Limited"
Helen lifted her eyebrows in sur
prise: Some run they're giving
you'll"
Seagrue took the chance to join sar-
castically in: fright in line for chief
of motive power, eh, Storm"
Storm was not to be disturbed He
only regarded Seagrue calmly br a
moment. Then he turned good-natur-
edIy to thank Helen. While soldier
ing agreeably at this task, his ffs-
man intruded on the scene long
enough to remind him they were wait
ing for him to get out. Storm, with
ar expression of disgust at the inter-
runtion. nodded grufily to the fireman,
concluded his talk with Helen and
walked out. Helen rose to 60 out on
the platform also. Seagrue interviewed
to distract her attention. 1t was USE
less. She must deliver a message, she
said, to the conductor, and Seagrue,
neeyed. was left to stay with himself
or unwillingly to follow. He f".lowed;
hut ever then it was only to md him.
self watching Storms good-bys waved
70 Helen from the cab. And she saw
them. too; nothing escape her at.
tention.
Rhinelander, in charge of the Tide
water line camp, was pushing Seagrue
closely in the construction race and
as the head of a big crew of men in
huod with his own spirit was laugh
ing at obstacles that made Seagrue's
head ache; and with equipment actu-
allv somewhat inferior was forging
dai,v ahead of his rival. But the mail
now brought him a note from the
chairman of the executive committee
of his hoard that almost paralyzed his
"Oceanside.
"Dear Rhinelander: Our survey
marty advise that they cannot relo-
cate the pass over the Superstition
range Unless you can furnish a sur
vev of the cutoff pass before the
FIRST. our people will withdraw their
financial support. boWERS."
Amos Rhinelander, sitting at his
dusty and Uttered desk, stared at the
abrupt communication. Bowers was