Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-05-05


The whistles screamed. Up the
grade, four engines to a pillow, The
jets of steam shrilling upward,
coughing columns of smoke leaping
blsckly up the mountain side.
A Earring crash that all but threw
the men of the first crews from their
feet, and the Death Trail had been
met. Then churning, snarling, roar
masses past them, the first pillow bit
its way deep into the tremendous
mass. while sweating men. Barry
Houston among them, crammed coal
into the open. angry fire boxes. the
sand streamed on greasy tracks
and the cavalcade went on.
A hundred yards-the beams
Knocking down the snow above and
all but covering the engines which
forced their way through.
A shout. A pull at the whistle,
screeching forth it's note of victory.
Then, the blare of the whistles was
drowned in a greater sound. a roar
that reverberated through the hills
like the below of a thousand thun-
ders. the cracking and crashing OF
trees, the s~phntering Of great rocks
as the SHOWS Of the granite spires
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and crashed downward in an all
gave way before the constantly
gathering mass of white, and Joined
in the downfall. Great boulders.
abutting rocks, slides OF shale. On
1t went, laundering toward the val
ley and cleaning lake, at last to
crash there; to send the ten-foot
thicknesses of ice splintering like
broken glass; to pyramid. to spray
the whole neither world with ice and
snow and scattering rock; then to
settle, q jumbled conglomerate mass
of destructiveness, robbed Of its
prey.
And the men shouted, and
screamed and beat al n another In
their frenzy of happiness. in spite of
the fact that. the track had been
torn away from behind them as
though it ever had existed. and
that they now were cut off entirely
from the s of the world. Only
n snowshed remained, with but a
feeble bulwark of drifts before it.
Night faded. Dawn came AMI
then-the SUM-! Clear and brilliant
with the promise of spring again and
of melting SHOWS. The fight was
over.
Morning Of the second day-and
again the sunshine.
Tabernacle was in the distance,
while men and women waded
through the soggy SHOWS to be the
first to reach the train. Eagerly
Barry searched the thronging crowd,
at last to catch sight of a gigantic
figure. his wolf-dog beside him.
"Ba'tiste!" he called. "Ba'tiste!"
Great arms opened wide. A sob
came from the throat of a giant.
Mon Baree! Mon Baree!" 1t was
all he could say for a moment.
We've won, Ba'tiste! The lines
open-they'n be running trains
through before night. And il she
keeps her promise"
him. They had drawn away from
the rest Of the excited, noisy throng.
"She? You mean"
Agnes. You've been taking care
Of her, haven't you? I found her
she promised that she would tell tbs
truth for me when I got back, that
she would explain the lease and con-
tract and tell Medaine that it was all
a lie. She"
But Ba'tiste Renaud shook his
head.
mo, Baree. Eet is the too late. I
have JUS come-from there. ! have
close her eyes"
CHAPTER Xxx
Dead! Houston saw Medaine
Robinette pass in the distance, and
his eyes followed her until she had
rounded the curve by the dead as
pens-the eyes Of lost hope.
Without a word" 1t spelled
blackness for Houston. "I-I-sup-
pose you've taken charge of every
thing"