Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-03-09

Both kilograms are on the desk? Give
me your name-JohnsOn-y you're one
of the clerks there? Well, telephone
Colonel Illingworth at his home
what! He isn't at home? Is the vice
president there-the superintendent
anybody? How far away are they?
Twenty miles! There's no telephone?
Now, listen, Johnson, this is what you
must do. Get q car, the strongest and
fastest you can rent and the boldest
chauffeur, and a couple of men on
horses too, and send up to that place
wherever they are, and tell Colonel
Illingworth that he must telephone me
and come to his Office at once. There
are kilograms there that mean life or
death and the safety of the bridge.
You understand? Good. He says he'll
do it, father. We've done all we
can," he added. He hung up the re-
ceiver, Sprang to his feet, looked at
his watch. 'It's so important that I'll
go down there myself. I can catch the
two o'clock train, and that will get me
there in two hours. You stay quietly
in touch with those people. I mean,
want to know where 1 can reach you
instantly"
'Tll stay right here, my boy. Go,
and God bless you.''
AS usual when in a great hurry
there were unexpected delays and the
clock on the tower above the big struc-
tural shop was striking five when
rickety station wagon, drawn by an ex-
hausted horse, which had been driven
unsparingly, drew up before the office
door. Flinging the money at the driver,
Meade sprang down from his seat and
dashed up the steps. He threw open
the door end confronted Johnson.
did you get him?" he cried.
''He isn't here yet. 1 sent an auto
mobile and two men on horseback
and
The next minute the faint note of
an automobile horn sounded far down
the valley.
81 hope to God that is he," cried the
young engineer, running to the win
dow
''That's the car 1 sent" said John
son, peering over his shoulder. "And
there are people in it. It's coming this
way"
Johnson" said Meade, "you have
acted well in this crisis and 1 will see
that the Bridge company remembers
it."
would you mind telling me what
the matter is, Mr.. Meade"
':AIatter! The International"
"Bert," exclaimed a joyous voice, as
Helen Illingworth, smiling in delighted
surprise, stepped through the open
door and stood expectant with out
stretched hands.
Young Johnson was as discreet as he
was prompt and ready. He walked tC
the window out of which he stared
with his back ostentatiously turned to
ward them. After quick glance a.
the other man, Meade swept the gir
to his heart and held her there mo
ment. He did not kiss her before ht
released her. The woman's passionate
look at him was earess enough and hi!
own adOring glance fairly envelopeC
her with emotion. Johnson cougheC
and turned as the two separated.
was the woman who recovered he
poise quicker.
What were you saying about ou
bridge when 1 came into the room? :?
she began, and Meade fully understoo'
the slight but unmistakable emphasi
in the pronoun-our bridge, indeed
was lying down this afternoon, bu
when I awakened my maid told m
about your urgent calls for father,
she ran on, realizing that some troubl
pOrtended and seeking to help he
lover by giving him time. 81 kney
something must be wrong, so I cam
, here. didn't expect to see you. OF
what is it?" she broke off,, suddenl
realizing from the mental strain in he
lovers face, which the sudden sight Q
, her had caused him to conceal for
moment, that something terribly ser
Gus had happened, and she turned
little pale herself as she asked th
t question, not dreaming what the al
swer would be.
} Helen" said the young man, stel
, ping toward her and taking her hand
t again, "we're in awful trouble
!. eff it is any trouble I can shar
| Rprf ~ said thn oirI hacbinO of him