The Tomahawk., 1917-07-12

"Have you a clear head?" asked the
man. II mean does 1t affect you to
be on high elevations? Do you get
dizzy?"
II never have" was the answer,
'but-"
II think I'll hold you," was the reply.
He grasped her firmly by the arm.
The loose wrap she was wearing over
her shoulders did not cover her arms,
and it was bare arm that he took in
his hand.
y beg your pardon" he said quick
| ly, "but-"
"It doesn't matter. understand.
Yop would better hold me, might
slils." There was something electric
and compelling in the pressure OF his
strong hand upon~the firm flesh Of her
round arm. She shrank closer to him,
again unthinkingly, by a natural i'm
pulse.
The moon was now well clear of the
brow of the highest hill. Its yellow
was turning to silver and in Its cold
and eautiful illumination the whole
river flowed bright beneath them. Ev-
cry inch Of the bridge was now clearly
revealed in the white, passionless light.
Fifty feet away it ended in the air.
| They were now almost directly be-
meath the traveller, near the end OF the
suspended span. Its huge legs sprawled
out like those of a gigantic animal on
the extreme edges Of the bridge on ell
| Their side above their heads. The wood
en- platform on the track ran out half
the distance to the bridge end. Slowly
the two walked along it until but
few feet were left between them and
the naked floor beams and the string
ers carrying the ties to which the rails
were bolted and the planks laid.
BY the side of the track on the top
Of the stringers had been placed pile
Of material surmounted by large Hat
plate Of steel, which lay level upon it.
It was triangular in shape, the blunt
point inward. The base which was
about six feet wide paralleled the
course of the river. The plate on the
top of the pile was raised about three
feet above the level Of the track. They
stopped abreast Of it.
"Can't we go any further?" asked
the girl in low tones, still close to the
young man, who still lightly clasped
her arm.
'Tm afraid it wouldn't be safe to
20 any farther" he said.
81 want to see the steamer. It will
pass directly under the BRIDGE"
'They have no business to pass I'M
der the BRIDGE" said Meade. '"They've
been warned hundreds Of times and or
ders have been issued. There Is al
ways danger that something might
fall"
"Why can't stand up there?"
ION that gusset plate?"
lis that what you call it?"
eyes, it bears the same relation to
structural steel that gusset does to
q woman's Dress"
"Exactly. But can't I stand on it?'
SWAT" he answered.
| He climbed to the center Of it, lifted
himself up and down on his feet to test
1T, and found it solid apparently.
IT think so, but shall have to put
you up" he said at last as he lifted
her up and set her down on her feet in
the middle Of the plate Of steel.
| "Oh, there comes the steamer" she
cried. II can see it beautifully from
here"
"Be careful. You must not move.
Stand perfectly steady. I am not so
sure of that plate" he reached over
from where he stood on the track be-
low her and by her side and gathered
the material of her dress in an iron
grasp.
IT do not think that is necessary"
she said. "This plate seems as solid as
the rest Of the bridge and-oh, there's
the steamerI She's right under u.s."
The big river craft was filed with
] light and laughter. The wind fortu-
nately blew the smoke away from the
bridge so that they had a clear and
perfect view of her. There was a band
playing aboard her. They heard the
music above the beat Of the whirling
paddles, the song Of the rising wind.
The passengers were congregated
about the rails on the upper decks
staring upward. The bridge was as
fascinating to them as it was to the
people ashore evidently.
GLOW interesting" said the delight
ed girl. "Why don't you come up here
yourself, you can see so much better?'
The man had dropped her gown, lift
ed his right foot to the pile on the
strfngers to follow her suggestion.
Thoughtlessly she stepped toward the
outer end to give him room, quite for