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Ms By FRANCIS LYNDE •"W *ms*Mr> "HER HUSBAND STILL LI VI NO." Bynoneig. Graham Norcross, railroad manager, and his secretary, Jimmle Do (Ida, are marooned at Sand Creek siding with a young lady Sheila Macrae and her small cousin. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup. In which a special car Is carried oft. Norcross recognlees the car stolen as John Cnaawick's, financial magnate, whom he was to meet at Portal C'ty. He and Dodds rescue Chad wick. The latter offers Norcross the managership of the Pioneer Short Line, which is in the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breckenridge Dunton, president of the line. Norcross. learning that Sheila Macrae is stopping at Portal City, accepts. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hatch and Gustave Henckel, Portal City financiers. In which they admit complicity in Chad wick's kidnaping. CHAPTER III--Continued. Norcross held up a finger for; me, and when I jumped up he pave me a. sheet of paper ;• a Pioneer Short Line president's /letterhead with a few lines written on It wjith « P*n and a sort of crazy-looking signature under them. "Take that to the Mountaineer Job office and have five hundred of them printed," was the boss' order. "Then make a copy and take it to Mr. Cant* rell, the editor, and ask him to ran it tn tomorrow's paper as an item of news, if he feels like It. When you are through, come down to Mr. Chadwick's car." Since the thing was going to be published, and I was going to make a copy of it, I didn't scruple to read it as I hurried out to begin a hunt for thfe Mountaineer office. It was the printer's copy for an official circular, dated at Portal City, and addressed to all officers and employees of the Pioneer Short Line. It read: "Effective at once, Mr. Graham Norcross is appointed general manager of the Pioneet Short Line system, with headquarters at Portal City, and his " orders will be respected accordingly. "Breckenridge Dunton, "President/* We had got our Jolt, all right; and leaving ttje ladder, and the Friday start out of the question, I grinned and told myself that the one other thing that counted for most was the fact that Mrs. Sheila Macrae was a widow. I chased like the dickens on the plating Job. because, apart from wanting to "absorb all the dope I could as I went along on the new job, I knew I would be needed every minute right at Mr. Norcross' elbow, now that the actual work was beginning. Luncheon was served in the Alexa, and they kept the business talk going like a house afire while they were eating, the hurry being that Mr. Chadwick wanted to start back for Chic «go the minute he could find out if : our connecting line east would run | him special. ' "Now for a few unofficial things, Graham, and we'll call it a go," he •aid. "You are to have an absolutely tree hand in the management and the operating. What you say goes as it lies, and Dunton has promised me that there shall be no appeal, not even to Mr. Norcross turned on me with the grim little smile that goes with his fighting mood. "You are private secretary to the new general manager of the Pioneer Short Line, Jimmle, and your salary begins to-day," he said, briskly. "Now let's go up to the hotel and get/ our fighting clothes on." ^ CHAPTEll/IV ..VfT . S:' "Heads Off, Gentlemen I" Gosh all Friday--say! but the nextfew days did see a tear-up to beat the band on the old Short Line! With the printing of his appointment circular. Mr. Norcross took the offices In the headquarters building lately vacated by Mr. Shaffer, and it was something awful to see the way the heads went into the basket. One by one he called the Duntonltea in; the traffic manager, the general superintendent, the roadmaster, the mastermechanic-- plear on down to the roundhouse foreman and the division heads. Some few of them, were allowed to take tMe oath of allegiance and stay, but the place-fillers and pay-roll parasites, the cousins and the nephews and the brothers-in-law, every last man of them had to walk under the ax. . Three days later, when the whole town was talking about the new "Jack the Ripper," as they called him, Klrgan, who had been our head machinery man on the Midland construction, tumbled In in answer to a wire. Mr. Norcross slammed him hito place ten minutes after he hit the town. "Your office is across the ttfceks, Klrgan," he told him. "I'ye begun Ae house-cleaning over there by firing UUCCU I uvtliiug i ingly; I had u>-swtog and swing It hard. "jSu where couldn't'wig "I imagine he didn't say that willingly," the boss put in, which was the first intimation I had had that he wasn't present at the directors' meeting in the hotel. "No, indeed; nothing was done wlllthe big stick Sut I had them they couldn't ^wiggle. You are to.set your own pace, and you are to have some money/'for betterments. I offered to float a' new loan on shorttime notes with the Chicago banks, •ad the board authorized it." The boss pushed that part of it aside abruptly, as he always does when he has got bold of the gist of a thing. s "Now, about my staff," he said. "It's ' open gossip all over the West that the 1?, S. L. is officered by a let of dummies and place-hunters and relatives, have to clean house." .. - "Go to it; that is a part of your ' "free hand.' Have yon the material ' / to draw from?" «I know a few good men, if I can . ®st them," said the boss thoughtfully. "The one man I can't place at sight is a good corporation counsel. I'm obliged to have a good lawyer, Uncle John." I; "I have the man for you. If you'll ; take him on my say so; a young feli- Jew named Ripley who has done some jCorklng good work for me in Chicago. Ill wire him. If you like. Now a word i . o* two about this l&al graft we - touched upon last night. I don't know ' the ins and outs of it, but people here will tell you that a sort of holding \ corporation, called Red Tower Con- * , .Bolldated, has a strangle grip on this entire region. Its subsidiary com- ^ - panies control the grain elevators, the •;A'~ ••'riniit packeries, the coal mines and ' . distributing yards, the timber supply j^l-iVind the lumber yards, and even have l^li ,£ finger on the so-called Independent 'smelters." The boss nodded. "I've heard of tf,t Bed Tower. Also, I have heard that | 4 the railroad stands in with it to pinch /' -It*® producers and consumers." f"r A road engine was backing down \k, - ' Jthe spur to take the Alexa in tow for ° v the eastward run, and what was said /Jiad to be said in a hurry. "Dig it out," barked the wheat king , "if you find that we are in on it, It's your privilege to cut loose. The two men who will give you the most trouble are right here in Portal City: '/Hatch, the president of Red Tower, • and Henckel, its vice-president. They '*• nay either of them would commit mur- > der for a ten-dollar bill, and they stand in with Pete Clanahan, the city boss. ' • and his gang of political thugs. That's . all, Graham; all but one thing. Write rae after you've climbed into the sad- / die and have found out just what "• yoiflfe in for. If yoii say you can ' make it go. 111 back you, if it takes half of next year's wheat crop.' When the special had become a black of «.oal smoke in the distance, "You Men Are Going to Get the Squarest Deal Yog Ever Had." your predecessor and three or four of his pet foremen.' Get in the hole and dig to the bottom. I'll give you six months in which to make good as a model superintendent of motive power. Get busy." "That's me," said Klrgan, who knew the boss up one side and down the other. "You give me the engines, and I'll keep 'em out of the shop." And with that he went across the yard and 'took hold, before he had even hunted up fi place to sleep in. Mr. Van Brltt our general superintendent, was the next man to show up. He was fine; a square-built, stocky little gentleman who looked as If he'd always had the world by the ear and never meant to let go. "Well. I'm here," he said, dropping into a chair and sitting with his legs wide apart. And then. Ignoring me as if I hadn't been there. "Graham, what the devil have you got against me, that you should drag me out here on the edge of nowhere and make me go to work for a living?" The boss just grinned at him and said: "It's for the good of your soul. Upton. You've too much money. Your office is up at the end of the corridor and your chair to empty and waiting for you. Your appointment circular hair already been mailed out." Mr. Uornack was the last of the new office staff to fall in, though he didn't have nearly as far to come as some of the others. He was red headed and wore glasses. They used to say of him on the Overland Central that he could make business grow where none ever grew before, and that's what a traffic man lives for. Naturally, the big turn-over brought all sorts of disturbances at the send off. Some of the relieved cousins and nephews stayed in town and jumped in to stir up trouble for the new management. The Herald, which watf the other morning paper, topk up for the down-and-outs, and there wasn't anything too mean for it to say about the boss and his new appointee*. Then the employees got busy and the grievance committees began to pour in. Mr. Norcross never denied himself to anybody. The office-door stood wide opeu and the kickers were welcomed, as you might say, with open arms. "You men are going to get the squarest deal you have ever had, and a still squarer one a little farther along, if you will only stay on the job and keep you* clothes jon," was the way the boss went at the trainmen's committee. "We are out to make the P. S. L. the best line for service, and the best company to work for, this side of the Missouri rivpr. I want your loyalty; the loyalty of every man In the service. I'll go further and say that the new management >vill stand If you and the other pay-roll men stand by It In good faith, or it will fall If you don't." You'll meet the grievance committees and talk things over with them when there's a kick coming?" said old Tom McClure, the passenger conductor who was Acting as spokesman. Sure I will--every time. More than than, I'll take a leaf out of Colonel Goethal's book and keep open house here in this office every Sunday morning. Any man in the service who thinks he has a grievance may come here and state it, and if he has a case. he'll get justice." Naturally, a few little talks like this, face to face with the men themselves, soon began to put new life Into th6 ratik and file. Mr. Norcross* old pet name of "Hell-and-repeat" had followed him down from Oregon, as It was bound to, but now It began to be used in the sense that most' railroad men use the phrase, "The Old Man," in speaking of a big boss that they like. There was so much crowded into these first few weeks that I've 'forgotten half of it. The work we did, pulling and hauling things Into shape, ivas a fright, and my end of the job got so big that the boss had to give me help. Following out his own policy, he let me pick my man, and after I'd had a little talk with Mr. Van Brltt, I picked Fred May, a young fellow who had been under Van Burgh. He was all right; a little too tonguey, perhaps, but a worker from away back, and that was what we were looking for: Out of this frantic hnstle to get things started and moving right, anybody could have pulled a couple of conclusions that stuck up higher than any of the rest. The boss and Mr. Van Brltt foere steadily winning the rank and file over to something like loyalty on the one hand, and on the other, wherever we went, we found the people who were paying the freight a solid unit against us, hating us like blazes and entirely unwilling to believe that any good thing coald come out of the Nazareth of the Pioneer Short Line. As soon as we returned from our first inspection trip, the boss pulled off his coat--figuratively speaking--and rolled up his sleeves. It wasn't his way to talk much about what he was going to do: he'd jump In and do It first, and then talk about it after ward--if anybody insisted on knowing the reason why. There were long private conferences with Mr. Ripley, the bright young lawyer Mr. thadwick hail sent us from Chicago, and with a young fellow named Juneman, an ex-newspaper man who was on the pay-rolls as "Advertising Manager," but whose real husl ness seemed to be to keep the Short Line public fully and accurately In formed of everything that most rail road companies try to keep to them selves. The next innovation that came along was another young Chicago man named Billoughby, and his title on the pay roll was "Special Agent." I, who was as close to the boss as anybody In our outfit, never once suspected the true nature of BHloughby's job until the day he came in to make his final report-- and Mr. Norcross let him make it without sending me out on an.errand. "Well, I think I'm ready to talk Johnson, nowt" was the way Billough by began. "Red Tower Is the one outfit we'll have to kill off and put out of business. Under one name or an other, it is engineering every graft in this country; it is even backing the fake mining boom at Saw Horse--towhlch, by the way, this railroad com' pany Is now building a brapch line. Mr. Norcross turned to me: "Jimmle, make a note to tell Mr. Van -Brltt to have the work stopped at once on the Saw Horse branch, and all the equipment brought In." And then to Billoughby: "Go on." "The main graft, of qourse, is in the grain elevators, the fruit packeries, the coal and lumber yards and the stock yards and handling corrals. In these public, or quasi-public, utilities the railroad has given them--In fee simple, . it seems--all the yard room, switches, track facilities, and the like. Wherever local competition has tried to break in, the railroad company has given It the cold shoulder and it has been either forced out or frozen out." "Exactly," said the boss. "Now tell me how far you have gone in the other field." "We are. pretty well shaped up and are about ready to begin business. Juneinan has done splendid work, and so has Ripley. We have succeeded, in a measure, though the opposition has been keeping up a steady bombardment. Hatch and his people haven't been Idle. They own or control a dozen or more prominent newspapers in the state, and, as you know, tbey aie making an open fight on you and your management through these papers. The net result so far has been merely to keep the people stirred up and doubtful. They say that the railroad has never played fair--and 1 guess it hasn't, in the past." "Not within a thousand miles," was the boss' curt comment. "But go on with your story." "We pulled the new deal off yesterday, simultaneously in eleven of the principal towns along the line. .Meetings of the bankers and local capitalists were held, and we had a man at each one of them to explain our plan and to pledge the backing of the railroad. Notwithstanding all the doubt and dust that's been kicked up by the Hatch people, It Went like wijd-ftre." "With money?" queried the boss. "Yes; with real money. Citizens' Storage & Warehouse was launched, as you might say, on the spot, and enough capital was subscribed to make it a going concern. Of course, there were some doubters, and/ some few greedy ones. The greedy ones protested against the fixed dividend scheme; they didn't see why the nfew company shouldn't be allowed to cut melon now and then if it should be fortunate enough to grow one." r lpR,tfie was IfaM him I bad met #elk>w I had Hatch oil the, stair goWf down. "Hl Ml't say anything to you, «Bd her he "Not a "I had to pull that Sand CreMfc business on htm, • and I'm rather sorry," he went on. "He and his people .are going to fight the new company to a finish, and he merely came up here to tell me so--and to add that I might as well resign first as last, because, In the end, he'd get my goat When I laughed at him he got abusive. 'He's an ugly beggar, Jimmle." "That's what everybody ifeyi of hftn." It's true. He and his crowd have plenty of . money--stolen • money, a good deal of It--and they stand in with every political boss and gangster In the state. There is only one way to handle such a man, and that Is without gloves: . I told him we had the goods on him in the matter of Mr. Chadwlck's kidnaping adventure. At first he said I couldn't prove it Then he broke out cursing and let your name slip. I hadn't mentioned you at all, and so he gave himself away. He Mr. Norcross smiled. "That Is I ^noW8 who you are, and he reraem precisely what the Hatch people have ^ered that you had overheard his talk been doing, all along, and it is the | Henckel In th^ hotel lobby." >To G. V "PC . Mi, jsh. |4?§ yon ar»«*figbt*i« it immediately and assure Mr. that we are friendly, as we bay* way8 been. If something cannot-bS" done to lift securities to better figure, your resignation will be in orde*. "Dunton." They say that misfortunes never come singly. Here' were two new griefs hurling themselves in over the wires all In the same quarter-hour, besides the one I had up my sleeve. But there was no use dallying. It was upt to me to find the boss as quickly as £ could and have the three-cornered surA gleal operation over with. I knew the telegrams wouldn't kill him--or I thought they wouldn't. I thought they'd probably make him take a fresh strangle hold on things and be flred--if be had to be fi|*ed--fighting it out grimly on his own line. But I wasn't so sure about the Mrs. Sheila business. That was a horse of another color. I had Just reached for my hat and was getting ready to snap-the electrics off when I heard footsteps in the outer chief grievance of these toe people ho now want a chance to outbid their neighbors. The leas6 condition was fully explained to them, wasn't it?" "Oh, yes; Ripley saw jto that, and copies of the lease were In the exhibits. The new company is to have railroad ground to build on, and ample track facilities in perpetuity, conditioned strictly upon the limited dividend. If the dividend is Increased, the leases terminate automatically." The boss drew a long breath. "You've done well, and better than well, Billoughby," he said. "Now we are ready to fire the blast. How was the proposal to take over the Red Tower properties at a fair valuation received?" There was some opposition. Lesterburg, and three, of the other larger towns, want to build their own plants, But they agreed to abide by a majority vote of the stock on that point, and my wire reports this morning say that a lump-sum offer will be made for the Red Tower plants today Mr. Norcross sat back In bis chair and blew a cloud of cigar smoke toward the celling. "Hatch won't sell," he predicted He'll be np here before night with blood in his eye. I'm rather glad it has come down to the actual give and take. I don't play the waiting game very successfully, Billoughby. Keep In touch, and keep me In touch. And tell Ripley to keep on pushing on the reins. The sooner we get at it, the sooner it will be over After Billoughby had gone, Mr. Norcross came at me on a little matter that had been allowed to sleep eyer since the' day, now some time back, when I hhd given him Mrs. Sheila's hint about the identity Of the two men who had sat and smoked in the auto that Sunday night at Sand Creek siding, and about the talk between the same two that I had overheard the following morning. "We are going to haye sharp trouble with a gentleman by the name of Hatch before very long, Jimmle," was the way he began. "You remember what you told me about that Monday morning talk between Hatch and Henckel in the Bullard lobby. Would you be wiUlng to go Into court as a witness and swear to what you heard?" V Sure I would," I said. ' All right. I may have to pull that little incident on Mr. Hatch before I get through with him. The train holdup was a criminal act, and you are the witness who can convict 4he pair of them. Of course, we'll leave Mrs. Macrae and the little girl entirely out of it. Nobody knows that they were there with us, and nobody need know." » I agreed to that, and this mention of Mrs. Sheila and Maisle Ann makes me remember that I've been leaving them out pretty severely for a good long while. They weren't left out in reality--not by a Jugful. In spite of all the rush and hustle, the boss had found time to get acquainted with Major Basil Kendrlck and had been jnade at home In the transplanted Kentucky mansion in the northern suburb. But to get back on the firing line. I wasn't around when Mr. Norcross had his "declaration of wur" talk with 'She Is Married Now, and Her HoobMd Is Still Living." Hatch. Mr. Norcroos, being pretty sure he wasn't going to have tliat evening off, had sent roe out to "Kenwood" with a note aud a box of ruses, and when I got back to the office about eight o'clock, Hatch was Just itolng away. I met him on the stair. The boss was sitting back in his big swing chair, smoking, when I broke In. Be looked «u U he'd been I heard what he wa6 saying, but I didn't really sense it because my head was ram jam full of a thing that was so pitiful that it had kept me swallowing hard all the way back |£0m Major Kendrlck's. It wag this way. When I had jiggled the bell out at the house It was Malsle Ann who let me In and took the box of flowers and the boss' note. We sat In the dimly lighted hall and talked for a few minutes. One thing she told me was that Mrs. Sheila had company and the name of it was Mr. Vnn Brltt. That wasn't strictly news because I had known that Mr. Van Brltt was dividing time pretty evenly with the boss In the Major Kendrlck house visits. That wasn't anything to be scared up about. ikit my chunky little girl didn't stop at that. "I think we can let Mr. Van Brltt take care of himself," she said. "He has known Cousin Sheila for a long time, and I guess they are only just good friends. But there is something you ought to know, Jimmle--for Mr. Norcross' sake. He lias been sending lots of flowers and things, and Cousin Sheila has been taking them because-- well, I guess It's just because she doesn't know how not to take them," Go on," I teald, bnt my mouth had suddenly grown dry. Such things--flowers, you know-- don't mean anything In New York, where we've been living. Men send them to their women friends Just as they pass their cigar-cases around among their men friends. But I'm afraid it's different wlti* Hr. Norcross." * . "It is different," I said, * Then she told me the thing that made me swell up and want to burst "It mustn't be different, Jimmle. Cousin Sheila's married, you know." "I know she has been married," I corrected; and then she gave me the sure-enough knock-out. She is married now, and her husband lf» still living." For d little while I couldn't do anything but gape like a chicken with the pip. It was simply fierce! I knew, as well as I knew anything, that the boss was gone on Mrs. Sheila; that he had fallen in love, first with the back of her neck and then with her pretty face and then with all of her; and that the one big reason why he had let Mr. Chadwlck persuade him to stay In Portal City was the fact that he bad wanted to be near her and to show her how he could make a pei> fectly good spoon out of the spoiled horn of the Pioneer Short Line. When I began to get my grip back a little,! was right warm under the collar. "She oughtn't to he .going around telling people she is a widow!" blurted out. She doesn't," was the calm reply "They've separated, you know--years ago--and Cousin Sheila has taken her mother's, maiden name, Macrae. If we were going to live here always It would be different But we are only visiting Cousin Basil, or I suppose we are, though we've been here now for nearly a year. There wasn't much more to be said, and pretty socn I had staggered off with my load and gone back to the office. And this was why I couldn' get very deep Into the Hatch business with Mr. Norcross when ho told me what he had been obliged to do about the Sand Creek hold-up. If he had been like other men It Wouldn't have been so bard. But had a feeling that he had gone into this love business Just as he did into everything--neck or nothing--burning his bridges behind him, and having no notion of ever turning back. The boss had never been beaten. What was it going to do to htm when he learned the truth about Mrs. Sheila? On top of this caine the still harder knock when I saw that it was up to me to tell him. I remembered all <he stories I'd ever heard about how the most cold-blooded surgeon that ever lived wouldn't trust himself to stick a kplfe into a member of, bis own family, and I, knew now Just how the surgeon felt about It While 1 was still sweating undfer the big load Maisle Ann had dumped upon me, the night dispatcher's boy came In with a message. It was from Mr. Chadwlck, ahd I read it with my eyes bulging out. This is what H said: "Tb G. Norcross, G. M., s "Portal City. , "P. S. L. Common dropped to thirtyfour today, and banks lending on short time notes for betterment fund are getting nervons. Wire from New York says bondholders are stirring and talking receivership. General opinion in financial circles leans to idea that new policy Is foregone failure. Are ypu still sure you can make it win? "Chadwlck." Right on the heels of this, and bofore I could got, my breath, in came the boy again with another telegram. It was a hot wire from President Dun- •I In the tobaeeo flavor It's Toasted m LATE Death only . matter of short tfaf* Don't wait until pains and mam' become incarable diseases. Avoid painfol ooossqaences by GOLD MEDAL The waild's standard remedy for kidney,. Over, Madder and uric acid troubles tts National Remedy of Holland tface 1SBS. Three sites, all druggists. bm bum Gold Madal o« «enr •ad aceapt mo imitation "They 8ay That the Railroad Ha* Never -Played Fair." office. When I looked up, a stocky, hard-faced man in a derby hat and a short overcoat was standing In the doorway and scowling across at me. It was Mr. Rufus Hatch, and I had a notion that the hot end of his black cigar glared at me like a baleful red eye when he came in and sat down. Ibmoriw Alright The Bo- diaappeatie. . Simple Deduction. "Saw Mr. and Mrs. Bangs going tS church this morning." . "Did she have on a new bat?" "Why, I thlnf not" "Then I must drop in and see poor old Bangs." "What's the Idea?" 'Why, If they were going to church, and she badn't on a now hat*, he's had another b%d attack of^ heart trouble." (TO BE^CONTJKUED.) WHERE BUNGLER DOES HARM Aiwaya Makes a Meea of Hi# Own Life and Too Frequently the Uvea of Others. Bunglers are frequently talkers above their ability to perform. To be sure they want to be rated well among their friends and frequently go to the limit In telling others what they are going to do. That's how George got into the hospital. It seems George and another colored chap did the gardening on a certain man's estate In tho Middle West One morning George didn't turn up. The master went to Sam and said: "Sam, where's George?' 'In de hospital, sah." "In the hospital ; how did that happen?" '"Well, you see," replied Sam, "George is married and he's be'n telling me for a long time as how he's goln' to lick his wife, 'cause her naggln', and ylsttldy she done hear him at It. Dat's all." And how many there are like him. They are going to turn the world upside down until they meet face to face with the facts. After the bunglers get in their work It's Impossible for anyone else to make a good Job of It They take perfectly good reputations and leave them pretty poor examples of what Is good. No wood butcher ever made a bigger mesa of good lumber than has many a bungler made of other people's lives. 4®^ these artists even bungle op their own lives. They get their heads full of notions that lead to folly. Like guns, they go off half-cocked and the damage can never be repaired. Careless of the facts,' they frequently make assertions that are far from true and act according to what you expect of such creatures. Every effort added seems to add to the confusion.--Grit WOMEN NEED SWAMP-ROOT Thousands of women have kidney; asi bladder trouble and never suspect it. Women's complaints often prove to be nothing else but kidney trouble, or the mult of kidney or bladder disease. 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