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PAGE EIGHT rate Copyiffht, HIS, Waiter Bros: 1 “THE IiUHTES Win.* with Xonte Blue, 1* a pietnrtsuOoa of this story hr ' Warmer Bm. Pictures, lae. SYNOPSIS Young 'Bob Wilton and hit two tramp companion t climb up tie frame work of the trestle of Granite Ggrge to ttcape a landslide. Almost imme diately they art startled to hear the whistle of the approaching Limited. To prevent disaster. Bob struggles desperately to push a boulder from the track. Nelson, one of hit compan ions, wants to let the train be wrecked —and rob it. With hit steel spike he dealt Bob a vicious blow and the lat ter falls to his knees, dated. CHAPTER ll—Continued Memories of gridiron battles, ■when the greater the knocks and the odds the fiercer and hotter ran his blood, flashed now into Bob’s mind and goaded him to his feet. To his dizzy brain the track ties magically became ten yard marks, pthe granite sides of the railroad cut through the Gorge became a college stadium, and the wind became the roaring of forty thousand game-mad fans in mighty unison, “Hold ’em • Princeton 1” ;■ , H Running low and calling num bers to himself as he ran Bob plung ed recklessly toward the headlight which bore down upon him out of the night like a grotesque and flam , ing football. He fought madly to peel off the clinging folds of his wet coat, while the wind howled at him an uncanny confusion of pleas: “Block that kick!—Stop that train! —Block that kick!—Stop that train! ' His head cleared as he ran, so that presently he knew enough to come to a pause and stand, drawn to his full height there on the gridiron ®f wooden ties and steel rails, wav- Bob plunged recklessly toward the headlight which bore down upon him. ing his coat with wide sweeps de fiantly up into the burning eye of j the Cyclopean locomotive. The glar : ing light blinded him so that his [whole visual world was a waste of iwhitehot embers. It was as though jhe had opened the door of Hell and looked in. His ears, made the keen er by their greater responsibility, kbrought to him above the storm a I sound of screeching brakes that j was at once a relief and a warning j —he jumped, and a blistering cylin der head grazed him as the train [brushed by like a hot broom. In his next conscious moment Bob discovered that he was lying on his back by the stony trackside, * his head pillowed on the ample hand of a trainman, while the rain—which had been chilling—now tapped a re- I freshing staccato on his face. The 1 great sleek length of the greyhound [Limited was at a standstill. Pale light filtering down from Pullman ■windows revealed the question in Bob’s eyes. “O. K. ’bo, but no more’n a foot to spare,” said the trainman grate fully; then, with concern, “but say, you, ’bo—are you— ’’ Bob anticipated the question by \ getting quickly to his feet, aided by ithe strong arms of the trainman, and saying shakily, ! “Oh, I’m all right. Just a little winded, and a mite bruised per haps.” I A bit unsteadily Bob walked with [the engineer toward the excited I group of trainmen, mail clerks and [passengers who were milling warily laround the boulder on the gusty, 'slippery trestle as they peered into (.the shrieking blackness of the Gor ge and speculated upon the horrible ■ ness of the fate they had been saved. ’i The' powerful headlight of the en ! gine reached across the whole length of the. trestle, which glisten ed in the rain-diffused glare like a True Detective Mysteries, a Macfadden pnblicatioii, in its August issue contains the ‘•Revelations of a Bootlegger” or what happened to the man who wanted to make a million overnight. “The Or iginal Nick Carter” is the true life etory of the man who created the celebrated detective of fiction ami is told by his eon. Hubert V. Coryell, in “The \Un §=«r3?i=gi foiled snake. The light, draining > down through the interstices of the • trestle, touched with a distant and ■ guarded radiance the soapsudy rap ids swirling through the Gorge, and ■ gave the awed spectator? on tha . high tracks a Dantean glimpse into an Inferno. Bob, coming diffidently no nearer than the fringe of the crowd, saw with amused tolerance that Potts was sharing the limelight with the boulder. Leaning importantly against the big stone, Potts was sweeping his brimless slouch hat up and down and around and about in grandiloquent gestures as he drama tically explained to the admiring rescuees how he had flagged the train. But Bob’s amusement gave way to resentment as he saw Spike walk boldly into the spotlight from nowhere and divide attention with Potts, to the latter’s disappointment. (.Bob throbbed with indigination against this sinster bum, who could now without compunction brazenly bid for the gratitude of people whom he had planned to rob—and murder. That was it—nothing short of mur der! Involuntarily, Bob took a step forward, and a hot accusation rose to his lips. An appreciation of fu tility checked his steps and his cry. After all, what did it matter? To implicate Spike would be an in volved and complicated matter re quiring the expenditure of many words. How could he prove any thing against Spike? One bum’s word would be as good as another’s! And, dulled by a backrush of all his indifference, he asked himsell “What’s the use?” He shrank even farther back, into the shadows now. wishing that the train would proceed and leave him alone with his hobo pals—wishing, even, that Potts and Spike would ride away cn the Limited and leave him entirely alone. His head ached from his falls. He was worn out and cold. He wanted now only to seek out a sheltered hole in the lew of some big rock and huddle and burrow down,- like a homeless dog, for a sheep, f He turned, and started to shamble away, forlorn and friend less, into the darkness. To the center of the crowd around Potts and Spike the stalwart engineer of the Limited had pushed meanwhile. He. listened for a mo ment to their claims, while anger and disgust overspread his greasy face. Then he interrupted scorch ingly. “Say, where the hell do you two < guys get this stuff? I saw who saved us. It was the young bum!’’ Potts coughed and slunk back a little while the engineer elaborated to the white faces encircling him: “For me it was like having a front seat at the movies. The Old Girl’s eye lit up the whole thing like a show. Just as I came around the curve I seen the young bum running toward us like a madman, waving his coat. If he hadn’t come as far as he did, nothing could have saved us from going over. He stood there in the middle of the tracks as confident as a traffic cop. You know, a driver's instinct gets used to seeing everything at once. Away back of him I spotted the boulder on the trestle and knew why the young fellow was flagging me. I set the brakes and closed my eyes ’cause I didn't want to see him chewed down, for he made no move to get out of the way, but just stood there hunched over a little like I seen kids from State College gettin’ ready to tackle the guy with the ball. Fol a minute I got a wild notion he was goin’ to try and tackle the Limited, ' Funny how many queer, notions cad steam through your head when youi brain is runnin’ off the track!” !‘My young colleagues performed 1 a heroic service,” interrupted Potts 1 “but I—l. sir, endeavored wit! might and main to dislodge this ’ great stone while Bob ran to flag ’ you. Recollect, sir. was I-not with, ' in your mental picture of the climac tic moment of this perilous event?" The engineer appraised Potts good-naturedly, then admitted “Yes, ’ Fatty, I remember that I couldn’t decide which would be the most : dar.gerouS( to hit—the boulder or • you!” The engineer’s glance fell sternly i on Spike. “But this bum was no -1 where in sight 1”. 1 Spike returned the engineer's ’ look, eye for eye, unabashed and in , solent. However, an interruption 1 came when a tall, slim young mail • clerk who, disheveled and breath -1 less, had elbowed his way into the ■ forefront of the dripping crowd in ■ time to hear the engineer’s descrip. : tion of tint flagging, asked. t) ‘ tor Fabmi of the Egyptian police at Cai ro. “The Champagne Mystery” is the I secret held within a pocket note-hook ■ Only 22 yeans Ojd, Whitney Mann, the I new pilot of the Burlington dug in the i Mississippi Valley league, is believed to be the youngest manager in organised , baseball. ', ' ! Chattel Mortgage* Blank*. 2 tor 5 rey,t f > SYNOPSIS I Tkm tramps hem scrambled up the framework of a railroad trestle In Granite Gogre to etetpe a landslide, wijlaM file ¥ imifjoJ oideaneiaa Tngh mrafW Iff - mmiiM fjifTMCAfi* amm start to dotttnd, but the third, a young mam, stands in the center of the track and, using his coat as a flag, signals frantically in the glare of the light mug fleshes and the leeometive heed- Kghf. The train stops within a few a boulder which has fallen on the track. The engine •greeted the tramp at it drew in, leaving him 'dott ed an d bruised. CHAPTER ll—Continued “Morse, where’s the fellow who saved us? I want to thank him!” The engineer, with the indulgence of grey and grizzled hair and thirty years of fatherhood, smiled in kind ly understanding upon the speaker. “Oh, hullo, Fowler—say, ’ for what’s waitin’ you in Crater City I i guess you would want to thank him I Reckon you’ve got more rea son than any of us for' wanting to g#t to Crater City alive to-night.” Then, in disappointment, after a swift look around. "Hell, he’s lit out. Gee, I thought he didn’t look like no ordinary bum, and this proves it, or he’d be hangin’ around for a handout. Look! There he goes now—past the sleepers. Hey 1" Whether or not the storm pre vented Bob from hearing, at any rate he gave no sign that he had heard, but with his hands in pockets and shoulders hunched continued indifferently on his way. Jim Fowl er, the young mail clerk who, more than any other, 'had reasons for ) _i Bob halted and stared inquisitive ly at Fowler. wanting to reach Crater City soon and in safety, darted after Bob, de termined that he should not run away from the gratitude of at least one of those whom he had bene facted. “What the hell do you want? Why don’t you let me alone?” Bob asked sullenly when overtaken. Unrebuffed, Jim Fowler extended a friendly hand. “I want to thank you, Mister, for saving my life upon th<f night of all nights in my life when I am most needed at home —” Bob shrugged anti did not even extend his hand. Curiosity as to why he had played so important a part in this young mail clerk's life did not rouse a spark of interest in him, for to this tramp the little everyday affairs of the world seem ed unrealistically far away, remote and long ago. For him, now, the only starkly real things were the rain, the depressing chill, his aching head, and his desire to be hlone. He felt sheepish rather than pleased because he had saved members of this human society which he hated as a whole. He turned abruptly, and started away again, without a word. Regret and bafflement shadowed Jim’s eyes at the attitude of this man who had saved his life—and others —yet seemed to regret hav ing done so. But Jim’s own hap piness had the illimitable elasticity of completeness; so, he tried again. “Why are you headin’ west, ’bo— there’s nothing but barren n»oun taia passes and a couple of empty section shacks for more miles than you can tramp in this storm. Better ride is to Crater City in my mail carl” Bob halted and stared inquisitive, ly gt Fowler. This was a practical suggestion and did not savor of charitable sympathy; but he waited ironically for the mail clerk to add an obvious offer of ,a meal upon ar rival in Crater City, knowing full "-iiw ,'i .jjuiLjqß—e—ii in 11 ii.i NOBODY LOVEB YOU It is impossible to get anywhere if you' are a crab. Nobody loves you. To be successful you must heye a kindly, lov able disposition. You can not have this with an unhealthy liver aad stomach. They don't go together. Mayr’s Wonder- , ful Remedy has gfbeu complete and per manent results in thonsahgs of such cases. Our advice to everyone troubled in this way,, especially when accompanied with bloating in the stomach, to to try mucus from the.intestinal tract and al lays ail stmnaeC Hver'fnd; intestinal ail- Si D^fsforr’aS^^gl-ts^ve^! ■" i ■■ I iSttX Till CONCORD DSTCT TRITONS his priflowoeld turahu» irrevoc* biy away into the night it such an offer came. He was not a handout bum yet, though this state w*a per haps sot Hr distant, since every other quality of his old status seem* '‘fi'WS not do the expected; perhaps because his eyes, breaking lances with Bob’s on a physical lev el in a joust of essentially sound and honest and manly young per sonalities, read the alert dyfenaive ness in them. He did not extend his hand again, nor was there any trace of coaxing in his voice as he said: » w i—m» - -.W-Hy “Morse brought the Limited up so smartly when he saw you that mail bags flew around like bricks at an Irish braketnen’s picnic. It took me live minutes to dig but. It’s a hell of a mess that I have to. straighten out before we get to Crater City, an,t I’m all alone ex cept for the marine guard, and he’s a useless dumb-bell. Say, I’d appre ciate- it if you’d come along and give me a hand!” “I don’t mii:d.” said Bob. “My name’s Fowler—Jim Fowl er,” the clerk informed him, “and this is my car.” pointing to the first of three mail coaches. A stocky marine with an alert rifle was sil houetted in the half-open door—a reluctant bodily martyr to regula tions while curiosity towed his spir it to the engine's nose. “My name’s Bob—Bob—Wilson,” replied the young tramp, meeting for the first time the need of invent ing a surname. The two picked their way silently along the trackside toward the tres tle to ascertain how long the delay would last. Male passengers re turning, with an important sense of being adventurous souls, to bear first hand tidings to their affrighted females as to what had happened— and how long we'll be—and where are we—and was anybody hurt— looked upon Bob as he passed with the supercilious gratitude of the well-fed. Some patronized him with a shoulder pat; others called out words of approbation. Bob shrank from the slaps, and with moody tolerance ignored the praise. The train crew had crowbarred the boulder off the trestle to eter nal oblivion on the bed of the tor rent below, and were now engaged in inspecting the tracks. The big stone seemed to have struck the trestle squarely in the center, be tween the rails, which were undam aged except for minor dents; bne tie was squashed into wood -pulp, and several others were immoderately splintered. Still, it was safe tO/pro cccd cautiously, the conductor and the engineer decided. Spike and Lotts* had drawn dis creetly into the background, out of the circle of action where they might have been invited to help remove the boulder; but, catching sight of Bob simultaneously with observing that the bulk of work was now over, they came close again. The conductor cocked an ex pertly calculating eye at his watch, ordered the trainmen back to their posts, and with Morse, the engineer, then approached Jim and the tramps. “I’ve invited this man to ride to Crater City in my car, Smogs.” said Jin) to the conductor; then, with hesitation, "and the other bu—his friends, I mean—can come too, I guess.” The beefy 'conductor stared at Bob importantly. "It was a cour- 1 ageous thing for a fellow like you to do. and of course we’re all grate ful. It was my intention to suggest that you could ride in with us. The passengers have signified their pur pose of taking up a purse, which will be presented to you .when we - arrive in Crater Cit Jr. We hope you will put the money to some useful purpose,” he concluded virtuously, “that might redeem you from your —err-r—-present mode of lifet” Some repressed emotion agitated the corners of Bob’s Inouth, as he heroically overcame an impulse to punch the conductor’s nose. He turned his back abrup.ly upon the conductor, who, much put out, roll ed his eyes expressively at Morse to bear witness to such ingratitude. But the engineer merely grinned and hopped nimbly up to his cab, where he confided to his fireman a profane opinion that Smogs, the conductor, was undoubtedly a fat head. A minute later the Limited w»* x sliding prudently across the bruised'' trestle. ■ v (To ha continued) II Inspired by Aknerk'sn successes, the I French people . have founded silver fox farms of their own in the Dauphine and in Savoy, on the slope* of the Alps. The man who ha* his fault* isn’t half so bad if .lie keeps them to himself . Sure Relief the World Is Doing j f lAB Seen by Popular Mechanics Magazine ■ Stencil Guide for Neck Shave | ! Saves Using Mirror Self-admiiiisiered neck shaves are simplified with the help of a celluloid - stencil that fastens to the back of the head with strings and a clasp and has slits in the edge to guide die razor. The accessory makes a mirror unnec essary and can be used both for the side and rounded styles. ' Solve Mystery in Language of the Honey Bees / That bees have »a language by ■ means of which they can communi cate with one another about new found feeding grounds, the kind of flowers to visit and their general di rection front the hive, appeals to have been proved through experi ments made by German scientist. He found a swarm of bees would visit the place where sugar was exposed im mediately after one of them'had fed and returned to the hive to spread the news. This the bee does by a peculiar darifce. By marking bees with colors and feeding some while leaving others unfed, the experimenter proved that only those which had been fed would start the dance that brought swarms to new feeding grounds. * * * Movies for Sbip Passengers to Cure Seasickness Seasickness is believed to be due partly to strain «pn tho eyes caused by the constantly shifting planes of the ship. To counteract the effects of this movement, and thus possibly The Great Commoner v , ■ The Last Straw. Hickory Recofc^ It was to be hoped that John Thomas , Scopes would not attempt to comAer- ! eialixe bis notoriety gained by virtue of ‘ the evolution trial but announce went ‘ came yesterday that he ig making plans j to start on a lecture tour at once. Those of us who may have endured some pa- . tienec with, the defense must surely be robbed of all faith in the sincerity of the 1 test now. It is the last straw to a . pathetically ridiculous scene. ' The idea of a 34-yer.r-old man going ] , over the county lecturing «jj the question of evolntion is to absurd, for considers- . tiou. What he may s«y will amount t f to nothing but he will draw a crowd | everywhere because of the publicity he has been given. John Thomas Scopes, ► personaly. was about the most iasignift cgnt exhibit' connected with the trial. But some name bad to be used and some person had to represent that *o happened that the limelight fell oh Seopes. Ahy oqe o| a thousand teach era In Teuuessee would have filled the , bill equally as well, and none would have btjten any. the less ; able te lecture on the j theory of evolution thanhe. . It-la an inglurioue climax to an ig noble farce. Ha Bo£ Weevil Scabs . J Outoßlft Gwtte. » I are spare paaaengepr unpleasant illness, experimenta are under way in filming special motion pictures for exhibition on liners. They are expected to have a soothing effect on the eyes and en able persons to regain a complete sense of balance. As many ships are already provided with equipment for displaying the reels, no additional expense will be involved, and the pic tures themselves will afford another source of entertainment on long voy ages. 0 * Removing Grass along Fence Grass along fence posts can be burned away with a common gasoline blowtorch without injury to the poets, if/a wet gunny sack is taken along. The grass will bum quickly and the gunny sack is then used to quench the embers. This is an easy and simple method and eliminates the danger of burning the posts dose to the ground, - - - ‘ -T L,vv Kennel on Running Board Has Glass Windshield For the convenience of dog owners wishing to take their pets with tlftm on automobile journeys, a compart ment. has been designed by an Eng lish motorist carry his bulldog, ' which acts as guardian while the car t stands unattended. The upper part t of the inclosure is of glass, and it can f be placed on either end of the run ■ nine board. ing almost no calcium arsenate this year to poison the weeviL , * The nagir are largely true iu Gaston county .and Tbe Gazette haa heard of no farmers who are really alarmed ~ about the boll weevil. Prob ably It is a little too early for the weevil to begin his ravages, or peibap* nothing for him to work on. In eastern Carolina the farmers are 'going ahead with their sprayingand dust ings. Around Columbia and Winnsboro in South Carolina, Tbe Gazette a few days ago saw spraying operations on a big scale. It is to be hoped that the weevil has decided to lgy> off this part of North Carolina. The Yorkville Enquirer 'gives two reasons for the apparent apathy of York farmers: A number of large farmers in the com munity who have given calcium arsenate a twp years’ trial say that it U not ef fective and their experience has been that they made os much cotton in bool weevil areas where poison was not used as they did where it was used. 'Alain, they argue that the cost of ipplicationjs top great. ’ Most «f their colored tenants do -not believe iu it and it is well nigh im possible for them to get the colored farm ers to use it. they say. , Anyway, there are plenty of weevils and it bolts now that they are not going to be molested in their depredations on the cotton fields around Yorkville. has more thaa women . 'jjb WfHnesHay, August 5, 'jo‘2s Radio Test Light Saves tubes A useful radio teat light owe be made from the tfese of a bumed-out, tube and a double - contact auto-lamp sock- \Xf et. Remove all f A pff glam and inter- f ft ) f ( nal wiring from V jf J l \ the base, leavirig jnrp . the metal shell |* and the'four prongs intact. jssßEtl deN Connect the two terminals on the niAMmj? j auto-lamp socket prongs' i \ to the filament prongs on the tube base by means of lengths of email flexible wire, soldered in place. Place the socket in the position 1 shown, and run melted sealing wax ; around it, holding it firmly until the ' wax has set) place a 6-volt, 2-cp. auto 1 lamp in the socket and the test lamp is complete. To test the circuit, place the lamp in the tube sockets in the regular manner and note the result. If the, circuit is correct, the lamp will liicbfc. ,« * * > Cleaning Spark Pings Few car ownere "enjoy” disassem bling spark plugs and laboriously re moving carbon particles with a knife and scraper. A good method of do ing this is as follows: Immerse the > plugs in a fruit jar, partly filled with 1 muriatic acid; the length of the bath may be from 10 minutes to ap ho&r, depending On the strength of the ' acid and the condition of the plugs. Afterward, wash the plugs in water. Heat treatment is another good method of cleaning spark plugri The plug is taken apart and the porcelains are placed in a hot lye bath, a satu rated solution being used. Tile shells are placed in a fire, heated almost red and are then plunged in cold water. * * * {[Avoid striking one milling cutter against another, or any other bard substance that would cause- nicks in the blades requiring omuiderabie re* grinding- Get Rid of Disease Breeding Pets. New York Mirror. English rattle attacked by the foot sod >»l>utti disease were killed off at a cost i of Million., tto prevent (tie spread of the 1 disease. The government forbade fox- * bunting in thirty-six counties where the disease existed. The hounds undoubted ly carried the disease on their feet from one pasture to another. The red-coated fox-hunters were heartbroken, but-.the "No Hunting" order stood. ' The first step in ridding the earth of disease would be to get fid of unneces sary animals. Wild bea&ts in Africa arid elsewhere carry ibe sleeping slckHfss. Cat# and dogs, so-called "pets,” but often pests, bring diseases to children gf ther their wanderings, Which cannot be prevented. ‘Tbe cat will mew and the dog will hi|ve his day.” " Files earry germs frolT the stable and tbe pig pen to tbe fqgd on' the table. Mosquitoes actually plant the germs qf| igaUr>« and yellow fever in your Mood- * Man will be free from disease when he finds himself the only living crettmk W this .planet. That will come is a 1 million years or *d. undoubtedly jfiHSiih while, get aid, mercifully, of Vila uid-tw,. VUMf