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s~~~rN->-oc.iinS more,
pulling lard and with conf
dence at his neck, soon had his I'M
promising head-after a fashion, at
least-in her diminutive lap.
The strain on his sensibilities an
peared more than her amiable and
carefree friend could stand. After
submitting for time he rolled over,
jumped up and trotted briskly away
for new. seclusion and new peace.
Helen, undaunted. sprang to her feet
and followed. Her g0verness, engaged
with the chauffeur, saw nothing Of
this part Of the incident. But a mo.
ment later the few spectators in the
scenic railroad square, waiting to
hoard one of the miniature trains, saw
protesting dog trotting rapidly
away from a curly-haired girl, who
briskly and relentlessly followed.
A newsboy, relaxing against a con.
venient lamp post after the morning
rush. watched the pursuit for q mo-
ment with languid interest, then
turned to look at an approaching
train on the scenic road. He seemed
no more than half awake. His wits.
In truth, were wool-gathering. Every
morning found him absorbed greatly
In the mysteries Of the miniature en-.
CINE that pulled the scenic railroad
train.
A shout, then a chorus of cries
aroused him from his reverie. The
putting train was pulling swiftly to-
ward the open space. The unhappy
dog, casting reproachful glances over
his shoulder at his pitiless friend, was
galloping uncertainty, but directly
down the narrow track toward the on
coming train. Helen, seeing or heed
ing,nothing Of the train and fixed only
on her chase, ran after at top speed.
A dozen people saw her danger as the
train rounded the curve Just in front
Of her-only one of them made a
move. Dropping his unsolds, the day
dreaming newsboy, waking sharply,
ran headlong after the needless girl.
L was none too soon. The dog,
dismayed alike by the cries and a
second pursuit, sprang, almost In the
teeth Of the engine pilot, right across
the track. Helen fast on his heels
was ready to jump after. but it would
have been pretty certainly Jump to
her death. The newsboy caught her.
arm and whirled her from the engine
Just at it shot past with brakes
screechtAee-on the drivers. Helen
sprawled headlong beside the track,
and the boy, unbalanced, rolled on the
gravel near her.
He was on his feet in trice, stand
ing over Helen. She was frightened
and breathless, and without speaking
he knelt by her. Her eyes began to
fill with big tears. She sat confused
ly up as her companion brushed the
granite dust from her pique skirt and
with coarse handkerchief began
wiping the blood from cut on one. of
her pink knees. Her rescuer made lit.
tie of the accident. He told her not
to cry He even brushed the round
tears from her cheeks-Helen liked
him. What is your name, little boy?"
she faltered in a wouldbe command,
ing tone
I'm no little boy" returned her
rescuer grufiiy. A crowd had gathered
and he was already red in the face.
Helen gave the bystanders no heed.
What are you, them" she demanded
gravcly.
I'm big boy. My name is George
Storm; I'm named after my father.
He was railroad engineer. My father
got killed on train. Who's your IA
ther?'
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No mechanism could stand such an
assault for long. The ground under
her feet was vibrating with the fear
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to releasing her. gaze, she stared
him without speaking. I'm sure
know you,'' he exclaimed, perplexed.
He rose of sudden to his feet-so
easily it surprised her. 1T was the
beach" he went on, slowly. You
were hurt-the miniature railroad!'
She regarded him moment in ST.
lence. Then she spoke: is it posi-
ble?' she murmured. You are-?'
I'm the little boy" he smiled
grimly. Till now, I've never seen the
little girl since"
A sense of confusion assailed her;
she wanted to escape his look. You
are hurt she said, dismissing with
an effort all consciousness of their
strange meeting.
He hesitated; then he saw, and he
thought he understood. NO" he said
brusquely, almost rudely, only few
scratches
A cry Of recognition and amaze
ment cut off their words The passen-
ger train had backed down on the
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climbing the grade east of big hill
known on the division as Blackbird
pass, found itself in trouble The air
pump, after baking all morning, had
quit, and the conductor going forward
found the engineer, after repeated ef-
forts with the big machine, helpless.
Without losing much time, the con-
ductor rugged up his emergency tele.
phone and asked for Instructions from
his dispatcher. The answer to his
request was curt: Bring in No. 145
by hand brakes" The crew spread
to their posts on the decks and the
numbering string Of heavily laden cars
painfully got under way up the hill. It
was struggle all the way to the sum.
NIT; then. dropping over the hill, the
long string began rapidly to pick up.
1t picked up, indeed, too rapidly.
The crew vainly strove to hold back
the unwieldly train. Clubs in hand
and with the brakes hard damned,
they saw their monster resistlessly
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OF THE SAME. NAME. F
FILM CORPORATION.
CHAPTER !.

In the midmorning quiet, the bath
ing beach and the ocean reflected only
the brightness of the inviting sun.
But little way back from the glisten-
Ing sand and converging through a
small park toward a suburban station
the streets of the seaside resort were
alive with men and women, hurrying
to the city for the grind of the day.
Motor cars, too, glided noiselessly
along the boulevards, drew up in turn
before the station and discharged their
passengers. From one of these mid
dle-aged, military-looking man, Gen
eral Holmes, an ex-army officer and a
railroad man, alighted on the platform.
A governess and pretty little girl,
Helen General Holmes only child
had accompanied her father to the
train, and when he turned to the open
tonneau to say good-by, Helen sprang
impulsively half into his arms. His
train PEELED in as he quite simply but
affectionately kissed his child and
boarded the nearest car.
Helen. promised a morning in the
park, left the motor car with her gov
erness the moment they crossed a
small scenic railroad running back of
The, beach. She already had her eye
On what she wanted to play with. A
contented dog, at peace with the world
md summing himself on grassy slope,
h2sd riyeted her alert eye; Helen-ad-
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ton she saw the huge knife draw
moving Enthusiastically upward. Her
eyes sought the bridge tower-the
bridge tender was standing at the
open window. Her glance swept the
stretch of river; then she remem-
bered. then she understood, then she
knew, ala river tug was bearing
rapidly downstream; she could see the
pilot and the captain in the wheel.
house; the bridge was lifting for the
boats passage. She had heard its
loud whistle at the moment she rushed
from the station.
| The baked girl drove her little
spurs into Rocket The horse sprung,
Infatuated, to greater effort. If she
could make the draw in time she
would jump it-a slight rise-noth-
ing should keep her back. She wildly
waved her free hand at the bridge
tender. He was watching the boat and
the span was slowly rising; but a
| few strides closer and she would have
risked making the jack-knife-she
|
Without swerving for an instant
from her purpose; without shrinking
from her single alternative, and only
praying for time still to make good
her endeavor, Helen headed Rocket
straight for the open draw. His feet
struck the pier. She gave the horse
his head. The wiry beast saw what
yawned ahead. He heard his mis-.
tress' quick word. AS his feet touched
the brink Of the abutment the horse
coiled like a spring, and for an in
slant quivered. His mistress with a
sharp cry of command rose in her
stirrups; then launching himself and
his burden, like an arrow far out, the
/ hunter sprang with Helen Clearly into
the river. There was a great splash
and the parted water closed over their
heads.
A. pilot, captain and bridgetender
stood as men dazed, looking on. The
river captain, yelling the crew to quar-
, tiers, hurried forward to throw out
/ lines as soon as the tug should come
within reach of the imperiled girl.
The bridgetender, in the window,
glued to the scene, watched the cir
, cling bubbles where horse and rider
had plunged down. waiting for them
to reappear. For an interninable in
slant the onlookers waited. 1t seemed
as if the two would never come up.
Then a girlish head of soaked curls
rose among the ripples, young face
emerged from the troubled pool, and
Helen, throwing herself free from
Rocket, shook the water from her
eyes and nose with swimmers quick
certain puff and struck out for shore.
Rocket was not far away. With few
powerful strokes his mistress caught
his name and recovered him. The
tide, running heavily through the
channel, carried the two together be-
low the pier on the opposite bank.
But Rocket, scrambling in moment
from the water, bore his charge un-
hurt up the steep bank, and under
her urging ran up the track to the
tower.
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The fagman could hardly. Use the
step cceer 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 show
err of misty reproaches. What" he
cried. Have you lost your mind?
Are you E:ad?" Helens eyes fell be-
fore her fathers anger. She was a
dutiful girl. Don't you know what
danger is? Have you no sense Of
fear?" he stormed. She raised her
eyes and paused an instant; then she
asked, shyly: Where was l to get 1t,
father"-she looked Gueerly up at him
from you?"
"Gammon!" he clustered, edging
away from the subject, beaten. Who's
this boy?" he demanded, pointing to
the grimed and disagured fireman.
What's your name?'
storm, General Holmes-George
Storm, fireman. 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 ofthe
road severely
Storm met the assault calmly. Il
thought might be able to get the
air pump going he countered.
did you do II ?" asked Holmes, with
sarcasm.
I'D have done it if I'd had time"
persisted the somewhat dismantled
fireman. Il guess he added calmly,
looking back at the mess of cars, Il
needed couple Of days more
"No matter, Storm declared
Holmes, secretly pleased, you're all
right"
Il should think as much" cried
Helen, breathing through her reserve.
III you had many men like that!'
Amos Rhinelander took the scene
in with an abundance of satisfied hui
NOR. He was big, wholesome fell
low. Beside him stood Seagrue, ST.
lent and observant. Both before and
after her father introduced him, he
scrutinized Helen long time. With
his introduction, he ventured some
thing of compliment-tried, as it
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
lily 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 He
saw in the group on the rear platform
one figure-that of a slender girl, in
wet jockey costume, smile lighting
her face as she looked toward him.
She was lifting her hand in a 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
a presidents daughter so very clever.
And he added scitly, she seems to
take real interest in engine men!"
Helen looked deliberately around at
him-hut whatever may have been her
thought, she made no reply.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Helen 4eaded Roeket STRAIGHT for The open Draw.

in the struggle. Again the fireman
wrenched away. That's all right
you fellows go ahead"
Its suicide for you, man." pro
tested the engineer.
mo, Dan,'' retorted the fireman
Its every man for himself he re-
peated, backing across the footplate
IN stay with the cab"
Stay and be-hanged," shouted the
conductor, with fiery expletive. LET
him alone, boys" he cried, angrily
He's dippy. Comet" And with his
!, companions hustling close after, he
started over the coal on the tender.
The train had attained frightful
pace. Already glimpses of its long
curving roll on the distant hill might
be seen from the window of Signal
station, where the disturbed operator
had taken the message of the runaway
from Cedar Grove and was reading
it to Helen Holmes, breathless beside
i his table:
"A1R BRAKES BROKEN DOWN.
RUNNING AWAY. sIDETRACK NO.
20. NO. 145."
It was the import of the last sen
tence which for an instant froze her
senses. Her father! The passenger
train facing that runaway on the sin.
/ gle track below Signal. More than
once she had heard her father declare
| that the stretch between Signal and
the next station, Beaman, must be
double-tracked = only, money was so
hard to get. If the lack of it should
now cost him his life, the lives of per.
shaps half hundred others!
While she was thinking, the opera.
tor was working furiously at his key
| with message for Beaman station.
| His one hope of avoiding the head-on
collision was to catch the passenger
train beyond Beaman.
stop NO. 20. RUNAWAY ON
MAIN LINE"
He told Helen, closely watching the
dots and dashes, what he had sent.
Il should have an answer in a minute. y
1t came almost at once. Signal sta
ton operator first tried to write it,
then threw down hisspen and repeated
its words unsteadily to the frightened
f, girl.
mo. 20 LEFT ON TINE. BE.
TWEEN HERE AND THE RIVER"
With wide-open eyes she looked In.
tently toward the mountains. At the
moment, the rolling hills now hid the
runaway, but the situation was chart
ing itself, like lightning, in her mind.
Between where she stood and where
the passenger train was coming, the
line crossed San Pablo river, a navi-
gable tideWater stream and a water
way that fed considerable traffic to
the railroad Her father had put
across the San Pablo huge jack
knife drawbridge-the best an hon
est engineer and an honest railroad
directorate could build. Just over the
river from Signal station he had al.
ready put in, as start towards dou-
ble-tracking, long passing track.
! With everything of this speeding
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= =h~~''Ns-s t>%ioii5 aiSI lItIt.
- Amos Ronelande7 a New Aorls
man OF large means, and General
Holmes, returning on Helen's eight
eenth birthday with Rhinelander and
Rhinelander's nephew-Robert Sea-
grue, himself young and ambitious
railroad promoter-from trip of in
spection Of the tidewater terminals of
Holmes road, was eagerly awaited
by his daughter at their country home
among the San Pablo foothills. A
message sent up to her from Signal,
the suburban station of the country
seat, had asked her to meet her father
that day on No. 20. the through
eastern passenger train.
! The motor car had gone ahead and
Helen, taking Rocket, one of her IA
vorite hunting horses, rode down at
her leisure to the station.
| While far from being spoiled child,
Helen felt very much at home any.
where on the Copper Range and Tide
water railroad. Reared at home, un-
der a discipline almost military, and
under teachers held sternly to account
for her education by her only living
parent, the growing girl had still pre-
served an innate simplicity-some-
thing almost naive-which was re-
f1ected in her friendship for the en-
ployees, high and low, of the entire
Tidewater line. Of which her father
was president and in which he owned
q substantial interest,
On the day that Helen cantered laz.-
~ down through the foothills toward
Signal, a long west-bound freight train,
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Where did that dog go?" quivered
Helen, not answering.
Gee! didn't see. You pretty nea,
got killed. That dog wasn't any good,
declared the boy scornfully. "some
day" he stopped the blood on hel
knee once more with his handker
chief. and then added firmly: II am
going to drive big engine sometime
myself, like my father"
A frantic gOverness, followed by an
open-mouthed chauffeur, came running
at that moment toward them.
The child parted reluctantly from
her new-found friend. care you 20
ing to be a really-truly engineer and
smokyed up?" she asked.
George faced her unabashed. you
better believe am
Il don't care" declared Helen
gulping solemnly while the goyerness
tried to hurry her away, Il won't ever
forget you-no matter what you are
At eighteen, Helen had lost none OF
the characteristics Of her childhood
They were held in deeper reserve, but
they We're just as persistent. Re
strained by convention, she was still
adventurous in spirit and her fathers
one anxiety, old soldier though he
was, was that spirited horse or an
ocean undertow would some day be his
daughters undoing. At that, he was
forced to admit, the reckless girl could
get more out C horse than he hin,self
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1916-01-27

1909, except during the civil war and
several terms that was doorkeep-
er in the Connecticut state legis-
Iature. If they take his home from
us don't know what my wife and
will do. We will be homeless, and
have only my pension"
Humphreys, color bearer, was
wounded four times in the battle of
Gettysburg.
Patrick ]. Feeley, whose 1900
house is one of 125 houses that has
been attached, feels as Humphreys
does. For 80 years. he said, 81 have
worked hard as a halter and l will
have to until l die, and what is more
l have held a union card the whole
time and l will as long as 1 live"
Feeley works in the Sizing de-
partment of a factory where almost
100 other men work eight hours a
day and more over kettles full of wa
ter that is boiling hot.
''It's ten times harder work than
washing dishes all day." said Mrs.
FeeIey, land now it looks as if all
Pat had done would go for nothing.
We have sacrificed lot to get this
house built and to keep it clear from
debt. | did my part of it so we could
have place as long as we live. If
we have to get out, I'll think more of
going to the poorhouse than | will of
building another house."
But-not even the widows and or
phans have escaped the first steps in
the foreclosure proceedings. Houses
occupied by the widows and children
of the defendants who have died are
all to be foreclosed on the judgment
liens entered against them.
Among widows and children so af-
fected are the families of the late P.
]. Hunt, the late James Costello and
the late Edward Lees.
eff my home is taken from me
do not lzDnu uyhof choU do cold
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establishing a boycott on non-union
hats. The Hatters' union is the only
organization which the courts of the
U. S. have convicted under the anti
trust law, The government has I'M
successfully prosecuted the Stand
ard Oil Co., the meat trust, the In
ternational Harvester trust and the
cash register trust.
The money collected will go to
save the homes of the union hatters
which were impounded years ago at
the start of the suit.
The Loewe company accused the
union hatters of violating the Sher-
man antitrust law because certain
agents of the United Hatters had
urged the purchase of hats with
union labels.
Practically all of them are facing
ruin, many of them the poorhouse,
for their homes represent the great
bulk of their savings of years.
Besides most of the defendants are
old men, some of them unable to do
any work. The average age of the
first 10 men named on a list of the
defendants is IL years.
One of them, Daniel H. Barnes,
who has comfortable home on Main
street, said to me; when a man is
over 70 years of age he isn't in con-
dition to do much work, nor with his
property gone can he start life over
again. 1 have not been able to work
for three years." Only last week
Barnes wife died.
Take the case of William Hum
phreys and his wife, whose home has
been attached. Humphreys, a civil
war veteran, is 80 years old.
Sitting in the .low-ceilinged parlor
of his comfortable old-fashioned
home in Stephen st. he and his wife
were an ideal picture of the content
ment of old age won by honest work
The Detroit times., 1916-12-07
ROusing Semi-Final At
Windsor Saves
the Show

Less than a week ago Phil Bloom
fought "A hard bout with Patsy
cline and Stanley Yoskum took a
wondrous beating from Charley
White Tomorrow night Will nud
Bloom going 10 rounds at New
Haven with Joe Welllng. who
Knocked out Richie Mitchell early
last week All ihis explains much
concerning the Disappointing main
bout a. Windsor last night
A tremendous crowd jammed the
Glassco arena To The roof and il
got is moneys worth. The two
prelims were exceedingly entertain.
ing and The SENT fuai between Mike
Krause and Paui Helke. was one
of thr greatest scraps in the his
tory of local dstIcgTs These two
boys stood toe arid toe and slugged
thruout tho whole OF their six
rounds and they got a rouslng ova.
tion a. he end ~ the bout The
sem final va. q fine draw.
The excellence of the scmldnal.
from thc standpoint 90 entertain
ment took the edge on he main
bour which in very fcw respects
was sterling performance wAHe
their weight was an rirtf neither
bloom or Noakgm was IN The beat
% physical condition Bloom
showed in flashes that he was a.
fast and clever as ever hich l.
some fast and clever bus on the
whole he did not pu' up a battle
that compared az all 'svorably with
bis former bouts here Yoakum Is
n toggh. awkward fellow. who tried
lN'gly hard bur Who hasn't it In
alm '1 make nght interesting
except when ne Is getting lacing
The Detroit times., 1916-12-07
DETROIT TEAM
INCREASES LEAD

WITH tuo more matches 70 - Do
rot billiardists are leading The
chicago team. 600 10 -03s In the
ln'4-rty aalk line tournament To-
rfxrt Charles H~ddor amateur
champion ~ me state and Fred
Conk,ln. who once held The national
amateur 'itie wIll meet n an inter
-Itr match The tourney all end
rrday night with WeIker Cochran
of chicago and Clarence Jackson
w De'roit playing grand finale
Cochran beat Jackson A. Chicago
and The Dotroiter will 20 after t1a
y0lngster with his spikes flashing
Last uieh' lrwln Huston defeated
1- Parker 300 20 1856
The Detroit times., 1916-12-07
SMITH GETS ON
JOB IN HURRY
New Michigan Captain ExhOrts
Grid Eligibles 20 Shine in
Classes and Train

ANN ARBCR. Mich Doc --
par, Smith. captain elect ~ The
University ot Michigan ball
team sor 1917. has uo' io ans
time starring his pepper campaign
Already he has made 'ht rounds
or the sngibles FOR 1915 axhor'iuE
them 70 keep tbeir scholastic record
clean and 20 and plenty ~ exercise
10 keep hem In condition
Smith who vas chosen ear'a.u
"Wednesday afternoon. has been full
back 'or 'ro years He IS a zplen-
did piunrer tackler and forward
passer He used 20 De- very -rsn.
but ibis season was an IRON man.
thanks m Harry Tu'a'ls method
Ths Times placed him on the sec.
ond eleven of ihs AliWestern hon
or team This year