Pictures At VKH, SPEARM, From the Movipg Pict Picture a Play of the Same Name atin by the sYNOPSIS. bmn daughter of Gen- man, is rescued on a scenic rall- a newsboy. Grown lei makes a spec- financier, and r, from a thteal- nger train & runaway freight. "satebres ers em- by and Capelle, his law- by Helen While Sigaling rve, ne 0 he cut- I oh wound and escape. Storm and ure them. Spike has hidden es to inform Seagrue cached. Her father's es- by his death, Helen on the Tidewater. Seagrue ec Bre eo' to break Jal! and uses him to a powder train hauled by elen saves Storm from \ FOURTH INSTALLMENT to set CHAPTER IV. When Helen Holmes took the day St Signal the little office had al- ready passed from the quiet kind to |the remorselessly active kind of those small way stations that drive inno- fot Tet men mad. Two rival lines main- nal station, were engaged in a race to {build a mountain cut-off--and a con- |Lyons, the overworked agent, could letve Helen, she found the tasks of her day about ail that her strength would compass. Nor could Helen, situated as she was, escape occasional office visits {from Seagrue, whose activity as head of the opposition construction camp was unabated. Going over to the sta- 'tion one day to watch his men unload a shipment of material, he stepped into the office ostensibly to make in- | quiries--in reality to steal a few min- utes with Helen Holmes, whom he found busy, but alone. Seagrue spoke blandly: "1 hear you're becoming quite a railroad ex- pert." She made no effort to reply. "Getting really clever at the key, Ly- ons rays." Helen, entering waybills, 'went on with her writing. "By the way," asked Seagrue, evenly, "any word this morning from our steam shovel?" She looked toward the window--the local freight in had just pulled in. "It may be on er now, on No, 85." Seagrue se¢med in no haste to in| vestigate, and Helen had almost lost | hope of any diversion in that direc- | tion, when the office door opened and | George Storm walked in. He was just out of his engine cab, and deliberate and composed as usu- ally, but his eyes, lighting to greet | Helen, cooled when he saw Seagrue. Storm modded curtly toward him and was greeted in kind. Then the stal- 'wart engine man turned his attention | to Helen, and Seagrue was soon made to feel the pangs of being distinctly third in the situation and without an anesthetic. "And the best of it all is," said Storm at length to Helen, "this is my last run on local freights. I am as- signed tonight to the Limited." Helen lifted her eyebrows in sur prise: "Some run they're giving you!" Seagrue topk the chance to join sar- | castically in: "Right in line for chief of motive power, eh, Storm?" * Storm was not to be disturbed. He only regarded Seagrue calmly for a moment. Then he turned good-natur- edly to thank Helen. While soldier ing agreeably at this task, his fire- man intruded on the scene long enough to remind him they were wait- ing for him to get out. an oxpression of disgust at the inter ruption, nodded grufily to the fireman, concluded his talk with Helen and walked out. Helen rose to go out on the platform also. Seagrue intervened! to distract her attention, It was use- jess. She must deliver a message, she said, to the conductor, and Seagrue, peeved, was left to stay with himself or unwillingly to follow. He followed; but even then it was only to find him- self watching Storm's good-bys waved to Helen from the cab. And she saw them, too; nothing escaped her at tention. Rhinelander, in charge of the Tide ter Mine camp, was pushing Seagrue An the construction race and: 'as the head of a big crew of men im- bued with his own spirit was laugh- 'at obstacles thai made Seagrue's ache; and with equipment actu- somewhat inferior was forging ahead of his rival. But the mail brought him a note from the, of the executive committee board that almost vargiyzed a jes. "Oceanside. der: Our survey t they cannot re-lo- over the Superstition can furnish s sur ut-off pass before the| Il withdraw their BOWERS." © ler, sitting at his 'desk, stared at the Bowers was. Storm, with Film Corporation. his friend; the executive committee of the board were with him--this he felt assured of. But somewhere influ ences m at work against him. He suspected Capelle, still a board member, and a continual intriguer. Capelle was a master worker in un- derground effects and besides being Seagrue"s own attorney, was himself heavily interested in opposing enter. prises of the Coast line. To throttle Rhinelander in the construction effort begun by Helen's own father before his death, was to advance his own in- terests as well as those of his client. Rhinelander's decision as to what must be done to meet this opposition was prompt. He consulted a timetable, called his foreman, asked for a man to carry his handbags to the station and began changing his clothes for a trip. Not far away, and at about the same time, Seagrue was reading his own mail. It contained this note: "Unsuccessful report concerning pass submitted. Persuaded backers to withdraw support on the first. This will stop operation on Rhineland- er's cutoff, as we know he cannot produce survey. CAPELLE." In Seagrue's hut a party of newspa- per men from Oceanside were waiting to be taken on an inspection trip over the construction. "I'm ready for you, boys," said Sea grue, in high spirits, to the journalists. "We'll look over the work near here first," he announced, ripping open a box of cigars. . "Hold it, Mr. Seagrue,' cried a cam- era man, focussing on the manager. "We want you, first, right there where you are, at your desk. Hold it!" The picture was taken, a copy prom- tsed to Seagrue within an hour and the party started out. Had he left his hut two minutes earlier he might have seen Amos Rhinelander, followed by Seagrue's own Spike with Rhineland er's bags, entering the waiting room door of Signal station. Helen, looking up from her table, perceived Rhinelander's anxiety re- flected in his' manner. "Bad news, Helen," he sald, plung ing at once into the unpleasant sub- ject. "I am on my way to Oceanside," he added, when she had read Bowers' note. "The directors meet tonight. Someone is trying to undermine us. But whether 1 succeed in changing their views or not, I'm going to fight if I have to fight all night." Helen was too upset to speak for a minute. For her, so much depended { on the success of her own road in | reaching the mountains with a cut-off | first. Rhinelander, worried though lhe was, tried to cheer her up. Spike outside, listening, gathered that Rhine- lander was on his way to the city. He hung around the platform till the | local passenger pulled in, watched Rhinelander board it, and, mingling | jwith Seagrue's men, walked unob- | served over to the latter's camp. He | ltound his boss with the journalists. "What is it?" demanded Seagrue, scenting news in Spike's appearance. ! "Rhinelander has just gone to Oceanside." Seagrue smiled. iter this morning?" "He did." Their confab was broken in on by 'one of the newspaper men who had a print of the photo he had taken of Seagrue at his desk. Seagrue inspect- ed this with the greatest pleasure. "Fine!" he exclaimed. "Good pic ture!" A whimsical idea seized him. He wrote a word or two across the back of the print and recalled Spike. "Take this over to Helen Holmes. Give it to her with my compliments." So saying he turned to the photographer. Spike's reception at the station was always a chilly one. This time Helen took his message and dismissed him before she opened the envelope. 'When she saw what Seagrue had sent she was angry. Her first impulsé was to tear the hateful print in two. In- stead, she contemptuously impaled it on a steel file near at hand. A mo- ment later, removing the print to file a message, she looked at the picture again. Her attention was attracted to a paper lying on Seagrue's desk. It had been caught by the camera lens. The longer she looked the more carefully her eyes fixed on this ob- Ject revealed in the photograph. Very curious -now, Helen opened a drawer, took from it a reading glass and studied the contents of Seagrue's desk. Her heart almost stopped beat- ing as she realized that her suspicions must be correct. With the aid of the ordinary glass she could plainly see the suryey that had been stolen from her father's library. Helen looked toward Seagrue's camp. It was there even now, and if she could recover the precious find it Was not too late to save her own in- terests as well as those of her own good friend, Amos Rhinelander. How could she recover it? With fast kindling hatred of its dishonest possessor, a dozen projects for regain: fug her own flashed across her mind. "Phe more abe thought the more im "Did he get a let- possible #t seemed to devise any scheme that could be carried out in time to help Rhinelander's fight that night at Oceanside. But what Helen could nog devise herself, was being already devised for her. Following up what Spike---an unconscionable liar--had declared & flattering reception of the picture, 'Seagrue resolved to seize a moment while the going was good to forward himself with Helen. She was studying the telltale print when she heard footsteps and, startled, looked out. Seagrue was coming up the platform. She felt frightened. Could he possibly have realized his blunder and come to demand the re turn of the picture She was resolved she would not surrender it in any event. Force, she was as a possible aid in her difficulty. hopeless of | Stratagem and a woman's weapons | i holding out her hand with a smile she alone remained to her. Her wits rapidly cleared. She snatched the photograph. Seagrue, opening the door, caught her, picture in hand. He walked forward pleased. It was not hard for Helen to counter- feit an embarrassment; nor was it in the least unbecoming to her. To Sea- grue her look came like a burst of sunshine after many chilling storms. "What do you think of my construc- tion headquarters?' he laughed. Helen's gaze rested modestly on her table. She seemed to contemplate the picture with a quiet pleasure. Then she lookéd slowly up at Seagrue. "This doesn't show very much of the camp'--she drawled the words the very least bit--"you are awfully busy over there, I suppose." "Never too busy to welcome our friends. Come Over sometime." "What, to a construction camp?" asked Helen, feigning just enough amazement. ) "Why not? Talk about Rhineland- er's steam shovels! I'll show you shovels that can do everything but vote. Come on along." For an effective moment she hesi- tated. "I couldn't possibly," she de- clared with decision, but she allowed ® note of regret to linger an instant 1--Seagure. and the Engineer Glared at Each Other. Where could the survey be, now? was the question recurring always to Helen's mind. Toward the close of the diuner, Seagrue, rising, unlocked | his desk for a flask of Chartreuse. There, lying in the corner exactly where she had seen it, Helen again be- | held the survey, a blue print beside | it. Seagrue was pawky enough to close and lock the desk after he had taken the flask out. again? ness for herself. now; things were getting too compli- | cated. But could she in some way | get into the desk? Rising, she said she would clear the table a little. Taking hold of the flask he had just taken from the desk and asked him for his keys. Seagrue was in | no position to refuse so intimate a re- quest. With an air of camaraderie he handed them over and Helen pushed back the cover of the desk. But as | she did so Seagrue threw his arms around her. She struggled indignant- ly, but could not get away. For a mo- ment there was a flerce tore herself free, caught up the first thing she could lay her hand on--it happened to be a bronze match tray-- and struck Seagrue across the fore- head. He went completely over, leaving Helen horror-stricken at what she had done. Sbe listened. Outside she Leard no sound. print that lay under her hand, she | gainéd the door and ran out just as Seagrue regained his feet. She had resolved to flag the Limited. Hardly | touching the earth, she dashed to the station, hurried to the key and tele- graphed Rhinelander: "Have blue print of survey. Will be on Limited. HELEN." It was not too soon. window she saw Seagrue rushing down the platform. She slammed the office door shut, and locked it. Seagrue 2-=His Wines She Persistently Declined.--3--"Rhinelander Has Just Gone to Oceanside." 4--S8torm Is. Discharged. fn the tone of her explanation and glanced around. "No one here, you know." "Well, but what time do you get off?" asked Seagrue feverishly. "Oh, not for a long time yet." His hopes were burgeoning fast. "See here, Helen: come over and take a camp dinner with me. Come, do. I'll show you what can be done with- out preparation." She regarded him with an expres- sion that indicated how completely such a proposal shocked her. She struggled an instant with the thought of it. Then she rejected the invita gion; yet with enough indecision to in- vite a renewal. For the moment Helen 'was a heartles§ angler, and Seagrue deluded by vanity was unsuspectingly playing fish. Before he left--in the highest spirits he had known for many a day--he had, to his astonishment, secured Helen's promise to dine with him that night in camp. And at the appointed time she was Teady. The night was warm and a moon, rising full and into a clear sky, flood- ed the landscape. And after Helen's uneasiness at the strangeness of her situation had worn off, she was able throughout the trying hour with Sea- grue in his hut to wear her mask of languid interest successfully. The ta- ble was served with surprising delica- cles and a plentiful array of wines was in evidence. Yet, to an innocent intriguer, & whole hour never went €o slowly, nor was appetite ever more reluctant than that of Seagrue's guest, Though she went through the form of eating and assumed a carefree air, his food choked her. entl firmer Seagrue, who drank quite, for two, His wines she per | ly declined; but that did not ' off,' and Seagrie descended triuraph- Bnd threw himself viciously against it. The lock held, but she must get away at once. There was a window in the freighthouse, and she ran into the freightroom. Seagrue had snatched up a stone. He reached the operator's | window, only to see Helen, who had ! sprung through the freighthouse win- dow, running up the track. He fol lowed her at top speed. Intent on es- caping, she gave no thought to where | she was running; it was only to get away from her hated enemy and save what she had so hardly regained. Hel- ter-skelter through a grove of scat tered oaks that fringed the hills above the sea, on and on she ran, until breath and strength were deserting her, but at every turn her detested pursuer was fast upon her heels. Be- 'tween his lunging footfalls she could | 'hear his panting threats, and the clear- | 'mess of the night gave her little 'chance to elude his savage pursuit. | 'She realized she was running across | what had been her own father's estaie. The ocean spread suddenly below her. She had reached Signal bay and the precipitous cliffs that frowned high 'above it. Like a frightened fawn she | ran up the rocks and down, only to hear Seagrue breathing maledictions close behind, and with the distance steadily lessening between her and certain capture. Brought at last to bay, she darted down the cliffs tc find | a hiding place. Not a nook or cranny offered a hope of concealment, and a misstep where she trod meant certain | death. Panting and bewildered, she heard Seagrue climbing down the ledge on which she had found a nar row foothold. Her escape was cut antly toward her. She warned him back. How, she asked | herself, was she to get that desk open | struggle. | Then with a superhuman effort she | Seizing the blue | Through the | "Give me that blue print!" he shout ed with an oath. which bad come in time to rescue him from complete defeat. But Seagrue's "Keep away from me," Helen pant ; henchman, Capelle, conniving with the ed. "You're 8 wretch. {it to you. I'll dle first. Don't you dare come down here. I'll drag you over the cliff if 1 have to go over my- | self." Nothing daunted, he came on. | There was but one chance left to get away and, unhesitating, she took it. Turning, just as he thought he had | her in his power, she sprang from, Seagrue dismissed his serving man, | and this did not allay Helen's uneasi- | She did not want | | to be left alone a minute with him | where she stood on the edge of the precipice far out over the ocean be low. He stood spellbound. She struck with a great splash, He saw her come | up, strike out and sink again, as if helpless. But he knew her unquench- able determination, her resource and her daring, and was shrewd enough to watch the surface of the bay close ly. Sure enough, in a little while he could see her, after swimming a dis tance under water, regain the surface and with long, powerful strokes swim away. At no great distance from where she had plunged into the bay a speed launch lay at anchor. Helen recog nized the boat; it had, in truth, once been her own, and she had named it The Spiderwater. It belonged now to the'owners of her father's estate, but she believed she might borrow it once more. Seagrue, impotent with rage, and following her down the shore, saw her reach the launch and climb resolutely up over the gunwale inte the cockpit. Shaking herself like a duck, and without losing a minute, Helen spread the wet blue print out on the deck, broke the motor lock on the ignition switch, and turned the engine over. She knew the motor well; powerful Loew Victor, and after her second effort it hummed .like a dyna: mo. | cut the mooring line. Seagrue easily | suspected she meant to get to Rhine {lander at Oceanside. He looked at his watch. If he could catch the Lim- ited he could still reach the city ahead of her. PExasperated, and out of breath, he hastened back to camp, routed out his chauffeur and took his | racing car for the station. Hardly a | minute was left to him, and his hope | of reaching a point where he could | flag the through train vanished when | he heard its whistle and saw the | gleam of its headlight coming down | the Signal grade. But he would not give up. Urging | his man to speed, he gained the high- | way paralleling the railroad track, | and as the Limited shot by, Seagrue, | with all the power that could be got | out of his motor, actually held for a | time abreast of it. He yelled and | shouted as one sleeper after another | drew slowly past--both the train and the motor car were running very fast | --but he could attract no attention. Helpless with rage, he saw the last car pulling gradually past, and furl | ous at being balked, he stood up on | the seat and as the car drew past him, | he jumped over the rail and landed on the observation platform. Helen was pushing the launch to- | ward Oceanside. The ocean below the | bay laps almost the edge of the rail- | road track, but her heart sank as she lookéd back and saw the night train tearing up the track and rapidly over- hauling her. Instinct told her that Seagrue would somehow board that train in an effort to get to the city first. As the engine drew nearer, she | picked up a pair of glasses and level | Ing them on the cab, discovered George Storm on the right side. She | waved a signal flag at him, but his eyes were glued on the track ahead. Then, as if by an inspiration, she seized the cord of the air whistle at her hand and in the Morse code sig- naled for help. Storm turned his | head and looked back questioningly | along. his train; then up at his own | whistle. The whistling continued, and I his attention was finally drawn to the launch, now dropping behind the train. Helen caught up her signal flag again. fin a flash he recognized her, and call- ing his fireman over they listened to her appeal, "Give me paper, pencil," shouted Storm, as he shut off the throttle and listened to the long and short toots | that re-echoed In jerky succession from the surface of the sea against the towering cliffs and through the flying cab. On a leaf, torn from a pad, Storm scratched out the signals: "Have survey. Seagrue on your train. Delay so I can reach Oceanside first. HELEN." ° The engine whistle shrieked his an- wer to her eager ears. "Something wrong with engine al ready." ° The fireman, learning the truth from Storm, tried to persuade him, what- ever happened, not to delay the train. | it would cost Storm, he urged, his job. "What's the job to me?" demanded Storm, applying the air and bripging up the train with a jolt. So saying, he snatched a small handful of tools from the box and prepared to get down. Seagrue had made his way into the coach. He summoned the conductor, and being known was accorded every courtesy. But the race was now first pn his mind, and when he heard the | brakes grinding, and runing back on the platform saw fire screaming from the wheels, he called the gpnductor, Hemanding to know the cause of the Btop. Going forward together for an | explanation, the two men found Storm | under his engine with wrench and ammer, while in the distance Seagrue | uld see the Spiderwater > waves like foariing glass and slippin way to where a stormy directors' pt ny was in session at Oceanside Rbinelander was in the fight of hits lite to preyent summary action he- Ww i Ag cut-off work. In | vals be showed Helen's telegram. » it was a}, While it was warming up she : I'll never give | ¢'saftected element in the directorate, wag pushing to a vote with every pros- pect of success the resolution to stop work. "What have we got to go on?" he demanded, facing Rhinelander down. "You know as well as 1 do we are throwing hundreds of thousands into a project absolutely uncertain. You of fer a telegram. What good is the telegram? Where can Helen Holmes get a survey at an hour's notice that would justify us in keeping on?" Beside the engine of the limited the conductor and Seagrue were volleying sharp and suspicious questions at the fireman. He told, reluctantly, of the mysterious launch and of Storm's ex- change of signals. No more was need- ed to infuriate Seagrue, who now un- | form | derstood the connivance. crawled out from under the engine and Seagrue met him with an abusive | 'epithet. The stalwart engineman | promptly knocked him down. The crew dragged the two men apart and the | conductor ordered the fireman to take the limited in, Storm, with folded arms, refusing to lend further as | sistance. But despite his stubborn | ness the big train pulled into Ocean side just after Helen stepped from the deck of thé speed launch to the dock. | She ran all the way up the esplanade, survey in hand, to where she could catch a taxicaband drove hard for the | Tidewater building. There she alight: | ed only to be confronted by two men --Seagrue and an officer. Seagrue pointed to Helen: "There she is! There are the documents she stole--in | ber hand. Arrest her!" Before Helen could collect her | senses, the officer had seized her and | Seagrue had snatched the survey. | "Stop," she cried, "that is my prop | erty, stolen from my father. I, not | he, am its rightful owner!" While she protested, stormed and wept tears of humiliation and anger, | Seagrue was producing papers to con vince the slow-witted official that the survey belonged to him and that Helen | was the thief. In spite of all she could say, he won out. ~ Indeed, the guardian of the law was ready to take Helen | to the station when Seagrue magnani- | mously intervened, told him to let her go and said he was satisfied to recover his property. Upstairs the directors were closing their protracted session, Rhinelander | vainly trying to hold them together un- | til his ally should appear. The sound of an opening door raised his hopes. Helen rushed into the room and has- tened to his side. "The survey---where is it?" he cried, | reading bad news in her face. | She told him of her battle--of how | she had been robbed at the very foot of what were once her father's stairs. | Everyone listened. Then half a dozen men began talking--some for, some against crediting what they had just! heard. Rhinelander put his arm around the despairing girl. "No matter. We know now who has our property, gentlemen. We'll get it yet." Capelle, laughing furtively, left the room to report to Seagrue. The chair man rapped for order. Rhinelander, trying to comfort Helen, took her to her taxicab and they drove back to the launch together. Dazed, furious at her misfortune, Helen met another sur prise at the pier. Storm;- awaiting her return there, helped her to alight from the taxicab. She could only re- gard him breathlessly. He laughed in his reassuring way: "It's really 1," he said to her, offering his hand. "I'm discharged--but I told the superin- tendent I might yet live long enough | to discharge him. What do you think he threw back at me? deserve it as much as you do, you will discharge me.' 1 guess it was com: | ing," concluded Storm good naturedly. "But I've got a marine license and I'm | going to run your launch to Signal bay | for you. 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It was on this she had | laid the blue print to diy and the :pression had been definitely trans 'ferred. She seized her uncle's jpointed and explained... Rhineland Jerking a knife from his pocket , cut | der very reasonably. "Drop in and esimine our work. sm New York Sidrt & Suit Co. | {the canvas from the deck and show { it to Storm, who headed the la lin a great foaming circle back {0 ral Oceanside. The directors were preparing to home when three half-crazed peo dashed into their room. Rhine er, Helen and Storm told story and showed their find. cited in spite of themseives, the Ms | teners crowded about the table. They | inspected, objected and argued. The ! levidence: was indisputablo and oe chairman called the meeting to order and asked its sense. Sympathy for the {plucky daughter of their old president ' jwas perhaps not wanting in influenc: i (ng their action; at all events, slinost | [betore Helen could realize it was be- jing done, 'a resolution declaring their, support should not be withdrawn, 'was t and carried. Bowers, the in, clinched his own feelings by icatching Helen's hands an Shey dating her. | Beagrue--pleased with what he lleved his escape from a scrfous com: Pp was bound for hig camp on & returning tiain. ! Helen, with Rbipelander and Storm, was again aboard the launch. They speeding contentedly back to Sig: (39 BE CONTINUED.) BOWEL TROUBLES SPRAINS BRUISES SORE THROAT 9260. and 80e. Bellies 9