The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-06-20

caShler, recovering himself. The
bookkeeper was not a bookkeeper aft
er all"
Il am an agent of the department
of justice" said Gard. you are I'M
der arrest"
The tall figure of the cashier had
risen from its chair. To the travelling
bag he chung instinctively. The stu
alton soS4red entirei,' In the control of
the SPECIAL agent with gun drawn and
the retreat cut of Yet, like flash,
tie cashier turned the knob of the
dor that led out upon the rear plat
form of the observation car. The gun
of the special agent acit forth flame,
but whether he had intended to bring
down his man or not he was afterward
quite unable to recall.
But with leap he was after and
upon the fugitive. He realized the In
tent of the cashier to throw himself
from the train, to end all In suicide
He saw the travelling bag getting be-
yond his reach. 1t was the last thing
that would have appealed to him to
stand idly by while such incidents
were taking place.
The two men grappled. A new pur-
pose flashed into the mind of the
cashier. Here was he given an unex-
pected opportunity for freedom. Only
the special agent stood in his way. II
he could but drop this youngster over
the rail, suicide would be unnecessary.
A new purpose came into his tall,
1.-THE form. 1t was to be put to the
task Of fighting for Its own preserva-
tion.
And such a setting for fightl The
clamor of the train beat into the
blood of the contestants like the ap-
plause of an arena. The swish of the
platform as the express dashed
through the darkness at seventy miles
an hour made the ordinary strategy OF
battle uncertain. Beyond the narrow
rail that skirted this platform upon
which their fight was staged death
waited expectant on three sides. There
were now no weapons. and the contest.
ants went back to the primal in q
tooth and fang grapple for existence
as might two frenzied bears at bay
The cashier was the larger man and
one who had always kept In condition
through gymnasium work. The spe.
cial agent was lither and younger.
The larger man was determined that
he would thrust the smaller over the
rail and fling him from the train. He
fought his way to the edge of the
platform, forcing his antagonist further
and further over it, hammering him
down by the sheer superiority OF
weight and strength,
But all the time the special agent
was playing to his own advantage. He
was getting low beneath the guard OF
the cashier. His arms had found an
iron lock beneath his antagonists
coat and about his waist. He felt that
this hold could not be broken anc
that time would come when the
strength of the larger man would
wane. He could afford to wait
1t was but swish of the train thai
gave him the slight advantage hi
oONohb ~ bah'A6 thO hbbiNooi
swayed the tall form of his enemy al
1t lowered above him a little back
ward. This put the spine in a position
where it could not Immediately resis'
a strong pressure. Already he hat
felt give in the body muscles thai
meant the first approach of weakness
Like a flash his head was ON the tai
mans chest, all his strength was il
his arms, and he was administering
that treatment known in his youth OF
the Indian hug" Slowly he overcanfT
his antagonist, bent him back, anC
they came tumbling among the chairs
of the observation platform
From the fall came q new grip Il
the advantage OF the special agent AT
they went down he flung his legs
around his antagonist, and was able
to get the wrestler's Scissors" about
his waist, thus applying pressure
where there was already exhaustion
and allowing his legs, which were rest
ed. to bear the brunt
Thus were they locked when the
brakeman came to the rear and found
them. But the battle was already neal
Its end. For the fash of a momen,
the cashier rallied and acted. In thai
moment his hands seized and flunt
from the train the grip with It's pre-
cious burden. Then he sank into
unconsciousness.
Billy Gard had ridden back to the
section OF the road where the travelling
bag had gone overheard, and had walt
ed for the coming of daylight to search
for 1t. In the gray dawn he walked
down the track and met an Irish sec
ton man, who had already picked II
up.
II see you have found my satchel,'
said Gard, accosting him.
Your satchel It may be-" said the
Irishman, but you will have to be aft
er tellin' me what's in it by way OF
Identification"
Nothing much beside half million
dollars" said the special agent, prof
fering the key
The man who had found the travel
ing bag looked inside and, as far az
Billy Gard knows, never spoke again
He was still dumb when the young
man drove away in his automobile.
Lesson Learned.
Mrs. French Vanderbilt was talking