FRANK. FH. SPEARMAN he Moving Picture Play of th Same Nar Precuced by te SYNOPSIS. -- daughter of Gen: railroad man, Is rescued danger on a scenic railroad Ee BEWBDOY. Grown to fe lon saves Storm, , father, and his friends nancier, and Rob. as promoter. from a thrsatehed rs amp oyed by Bea steal General H mes' survey plans )f the cut-off line £2 he Tidewater, p tal; wound the ifencral and escape. Her i br's estate involved by his Helen goes to work on the Tidewa- 6 uses Spike to set fire to a train hauled by Storm's engine saves Btorm from. a horrible death i Fecovers the survey plans from rue, and tn rece they are taken from tally made proof of rs t. Storm, employed by IR ne 18 a fight with Beagrue's on of a consignment of 3 ony ties, Spike and his confederate -breakers steal Rhinelander's pay-roll len rsues and, with a police n's aid, res two of them and re. the Taney. . SEVENTH INSTALLMENT "SPIKE'S AWAKENING" b Resolved to oot + completely away the constant interruptions in his Amos Rhinelander replaced his irned camp with outfit cars and ed at once to the end of his con- fon work, now well advanced on he desert. The new equipment was as complete money and energy could suggest. no sooner were the cars out on spur at Baird--near the end of the bru ana opening it now, found another sav: age summons from Seagrue bidding him come to 116 Sloan alley, Las Ve gas, at once, Spike tried to pull together his dis , ordered wits. He felt in his pockets | for his money and his ticket. Every pocket was empty. He then walked 'back to the station to 80 to Vegas anyway. The train, after changing en gines, was ready to pull out. A passen ger brakeman, espying Spike as he ambled up, asked his destination. "I'm going west," declared Spike con fusedly,, "Turn around," suggested the brake man unsympathetically. "Don't get fresh," growled Spike. "Where's your ticket?" demanded the trainman roughly. "Lost it," returned Spike, laconic ally. The conductor, accompanied by a special agent, came along. Hearing the talk, he asked the trouble. The spe cial agent, listening one moment and sizing up Spike's appearance, pulled him forward by the collar and declared it he ever caught him on the right ot way again he would stick him on a rock pile for thirty days. Spike was Incontinently hustled off the platform and the company detective got aboard satisfiel. A moment later the train drew out. But Spike, watching his chance and making a run, had board. ed the end of a car and hidden under the vestibule trap, which was down how line--than linemen were busy] king telegraphic connections for | hem with the Tidewater system. The | oment the wiring was done Storm | ggested the first message over tho | line ought to go to Helen, who | d now' been transferred from Signal | D Las Vegas, a division station below d. Rhinelander was pleased with suggestion and Storm wrote out a islegram. The operator sounded len's call, and after a moment an- punced she was on the wire taking orm's message. It read: Rhinaland: says contracts on Num- Nineteen. Bring them up Sunday. rm will meet train here and drive over to camp. | Beagrue, during thid time, had al- aoe made counter-dispositions to t Rhinelander's arrangements and established a secondary headquar- fers at Las Vegas, where he con- rolled an icing concession. + Spike had been laggard in following e up the line as directed, and "the latter sent as many unpleasant messages as he could to Oceanside, 'where Spike was in retreat. But as Beagrue's continuing summons grew more and more peremptory Spike was obliged to take notice and get under way for the desert himself, 4 Leaving Oceanside the night after a earouse, he woke next morning as the train was pulling into a desert town Strange to his eyes. Somewhat mud- dled, anyway, and being unable to rec- ognize his surroundings, he asked a fellow passenger the name of the place; but he forgot it the moment he * Helen Was Overpowered. it. However, on scanning close- the appearance of the block of crude © buildings facing the station, he reached the conclusion it would be a good place 10 supply at least one of his needs, and | forthwith hastened from the coach to the nearest corner groggery. Once in- op the place, his attention was held a moment by a rambling discussion learried on by a group of early morn- loafers. Spike, never happy out- a wrangle, struck unhesitatingly, jo the talk, which was concerning ho Joud Caruso could sing. and. die: ted practically every statement nced by anybody. After prolonged Awaiting further opportunity, he watched until the conductor passed through the corridor into the next coach. Then, opening the door, Spike climbed inside and seated himself without explanation or apology vers comfortably in the observation coach His daring move did not, however, es cape the conductor's vigilance, ane coming back presently to demand : ticket, the train guardian was disagree ably surprised to find that he agai had the impudent tramp on his hands. He once more summoned the special Bmgent and a wrangle emsued. Spike declared the brakeman must have robbed him during the night of his ticket and what money he had. This assertion naturally failed of a sympa thetic reception, and as the trair slowed on the desert for Helen's sta tion, Spike was firmly escorted bj three men through the door of the coach. Helen, when the train stopped 'was at the express car signing for the registered package containing Rhine lander's right-of-way contracts. She took also the Christmas mail addressed to the camp, Returning to the office, she saw the disturbance at the steps of the obser {vation car, where Spike, vehemently protesting, was again about to be jhustled off the right of way. Helen reached the group at the very crisis, for Spike's surliness, enhanced by his condition, had made him an ugly cus tomer to handle. The special agent, in point of fact, was about to knock him down and drag him out when Helen intervened to ask mercy for the wretched tramp. "Where does he want to go?" asked [Helen quickly of the conductor. When he answered, "Up the road," and the circumstances were explained to her, she made a plea: "Let him stay on," she urged. "I will pay his fare to Baird." Spike stared at the turn affairs had taken. Things were getting too com- plicated when Helen Holmes could come to his rescue. He thought he was dr.aming until the special agent jerked him away from Helen and told Spike In vigorous English some of the things he thought of him and his kind. 'Spike could in conscience do no other 'than grin. But he realized who had linterposed to save him from a beating and he continued to feel mixed sensa- tions of surprise and confusion in per 'ceiving that his rescuer should be {Helen Holmes. The conductor signaled the cab. The Special agent climbed aboard and the 'train pulled out. When Helen turned to go back into the station, Spike, who had declined to board the train, stood near the door, He intercepted and tried to speak to Helen. But Helen was almost as much afraid of his grati tude as she was of his enmity, and tried to make light of her action and pass on. But Spike was serious and not to be shaken off. For the first time, as far as he could recall, in his life someone persistently injured by him bad of fered, with nope but a kindly motive to do him a good turn. "If I ever get 'a chance, miss, I'll pay you back. Stop a minute, won't you? Just a minute.' Helen reluctantly paused. "You don't p in the city and with x me amiable at best, now by drink, he was in an ex: surly state, and before he had a fist fight on his hands. brawl was short. The three or whom he had angered sev on him her and, making a job of it, threw 3 bodily out on the sidewalk. One proved Samaritan enough him his inside it ok hand stuck Oceanside to read at think I mean it," muttered Spike. "1 do. Thank you for your kindness." He shamefacedly held out his grimy hand "Will you shake?" , Helen shrank back, but as he stepped respectfully toward her she hated to. hurt his feelings. She gave him her hand for an instant and hur ried, laughing, into the office. Rounding the cormer of the station, !Spike ran into the station man, "What town is this, mister?" he ed. | of the car. Inside, Helen was quietly when Lug's hand, holding a handkerchief saturated with chloro- form, was thrust through the window and despite her struggles Helen soon wag overpowered. "Sn a quick word to Bill, above, Lig scrambled into the car. He placed Helen, now unconscious, in a sitting position and ran to the hind end to look for the machine. It had oveér- hauled the train and was speeding be- side it along the highway. Lug waved to the driver to come on. Returning to the car, he motioned to Bill to help him carry Helen out. The two men picked her up and took her to the pfat- form. How to transfer her to the mo- torcar was a problem that might have given pause to more clever men. Lug intended at first to throw the helpless girl from the platform into the ma- chine, but this he discovered would never do--the distance was too great. Bill, an old sailor, came to the res cue with another arrangement. In a Jiffy he had lashed Helen into a kind | of cradle in the middle of the long | rope, and, throwing one end to the driver, shouted to him to make it fast. | The latter, when he caught the line, ' hitched it to the side of his car, and with the motor and the train still at high speed, Lug, on the rope, went hand over hand down to the motorcar. Loosening the hitch, he then drew in the rope, while Bill, on the platform, carefully paid out and Helen was transferred, uninjured, from the train | to the machine. Once within the motorcar, Helen was unceremoniously dropped to the bottom and left there, while the ma- 'chine was turned around and her cap- tors whisked back for Las Vegas with her. Storm, by this time, had left the con- struction camp and was waiting at Baird for the train bearing Helen. The train drew in and stopped. To Storm's surprise and disappointment, not a sol- itary passenger got off. He accosted the conductor: "Helen Holmes was coming up today. 'Where is she?" The conductor looked down the plat- form. "She certainly was on the train," he declared, puzzled. "I saw her just before we got to Arden." Storm, the trainman following, walked hastily through the coaches Helen was not to be found. A freight shortly. A feeblq grin overspread Bpike's battered features. had brought to the desert with him from his camp two rogues whose names had gradcally been re duced by bad spelling and hard knocks to "Bill" and "Lug." The pair were in his rooms with him when he asked whether 'Spike had come on the pas | senger train. Bill was looking from the window at ! the moment and answered, "That looks | like Spike down stréet, now." i In-a few moments more Spike had | found his way to the rendezvous. Sea. | grue, impatient as always, demanded to know as soon as he entered the room what had kept him. Spike told his story, or at least such part of it as he deemed it wise to tell, and, turning the tables on Seagrue, asked what was up. Seagrue told him of the right-of- | way contracts expected the following | day by Rhinelander. "What of it?" demanded Spike. "We must get them," announced Sea- grue, bluntly. "Who's we?" inquired Spike, impu- dently. "You!" returned Seagrue with as much insolence as he could throw into one word. Spike's sullenness angered him and he continued to explain, but in no very amiable tones: "It means the big end of the job for Rhinelander if those contracts reach him; whereas, if I get hold of them, we can tangle him up worse than ever." Spike spoke up with a new and sud- | 'den energy: "You can't get those con- tracts. The girl is taking them to Rhinelander tomorrow." "How do you know that?" "I saw the package in her hands, not ten minutes ago." Seagrue knit his brows for a mo- ment, them," he said, looking hard at Spike and from him to the two lesser lights. "We'll have to get Helen." "Then I can tell you," blazed Spike, "you don't get them." Seagrue looked at his tool in amazement. The con- vict's face darkened. "The man that harms that girl"--he raised his voice ominously--"reckons with me." He registered an oath with his threat. "I'll tear his head from his shoulders!" "You fool," stammered Seagrue. "No body means to hurt her. We'll carry her off and take the contracts from 1 "I'll Brain the One That Lays a Hand on Me!" train going to Las Vegas was standing on the passenger track. Storm ran te the caboose and explained his anxiety to the train crew, who were prompt to 'make ready to ald him. They pulled out with Storm in the cab to scan the right of way. In Seagrue's machine Lug and Bill opened Helen's satchel. They found a big package of letters, and believed they had in them the contracts. Helen, in the rush of cold air, had begun to revive. As a precaution to prevent her giving any alarm--though machfhies were sufficiently scarce on the desert--Lug took Helen's handker chief from her satchel, tied it roughly over her mouth, laid her on the seat, cautioned her harshly and covered her with a steamer rug. Traveling at a breakneck pace over the broad expanse of sand, the car was entering Las Vegas, when, cross- ing one of the village streets without lessening speed, the driver almost knocked a man down. Indeed, but for a smart jump, the pedestrian would have been killed. . He turned with a suppressed curse and looked angrily after the car that had so nearly struck him. The occupants he did not recog nize; they shot by too fast. But a handkerchief had ¢hanced to fall from the car at his feet. Spike never neg- lected investigating anything that fell in his way. He picked the handker chiet up and walked on, still at inter- vals looking back. ¢ Seagrue was in his rooms, waiting impatiently for the return of the car. When it did at last skid wildly around the corner traveling at a reckless pace, Seagrue ran downstairs and hurried the men to get Helem quickly inside Spike at this juncture was crossing a vacant lot. He looked again at the handkerchief in his hand, and his eyes turned once more in the direction of the machine. He saw that the party had stopped before a building appear ing to Spike's eyes somewhat familiar. The next moment the men lifted what seemed a heavy burden from the ma- «<hine. Helen had been gagged again and was helpless. But despite her be. ing wrapped in the rug, Spike got from what he saw, the whole story-- they had Helen. A sudden rage stirred him, and, throwing caution to the winds, he dashed across the open lot toward the alley. The freight train bearing Storm was pearing Las Yegas, but nowhere bad her. When the thing blows over we'll let her go." "Leave me out of the job" Spike bluntly. Seagrue sprang to his feet--he was a powerful man--and grappled with the convict. The two struggled. Not a word was spoken. Only thé grunt ing and gasping of a lifea grapple, the slipping. gripp and scufiling of two enraged men, with Lug and Bill looking on, broke the silence of the room. Spike gradually hore hig enemy backward and downward. Lug and Bill jumped in to help Seagrue Spike, shaking himself free three, whirled inte a corner and caught up a chair. Lug jumped for a gun Spike, with the strength of a giant smashed the heavy chair acre table, shivering it to splinters ar raising a piece of it as a club, sprang for the door. "I'll brain the one that lays a hand on me," he cried. "Stand back!" Helen, next morning in her office, was getting ready to take the train. Seagrue overnight had outlined his scheme to his two men, and, directing them how to work, told them that after they had secured Helen he would pick them up with his automobile at Mile Post 148. With this understanding, he drove away in his car. The two men went to the train. Had they been more alert as they walked down .the sireet, they might have seen Spike lounging on a corner. growled Reaching the station, where the train | had already arrived, they decided to | make the hind end of the observa- tion car. But as the tral started a party of people came out on the ob- servation platform, and the two men slunk around to the other side of the train. As soon as they had got their bear- ings, Lug, taking a coil of rope that Bill had brought, threw it over the | top of the car, where it caught and | hung on one of the gas cocks. Test- ing the rope carefully, the two be- came satisfied it would hold and, one following the other, they climbed from below to the top of the train. the train reached Arden station they "were relieved to see the people at the end of the car leave, and when the train was once more under way and "I guess there's one way to get | leath | from the ! When | Helen Was Transferred to the Machine, he been able to discover a trace or Helen. Seagrue and his men were carrying her upstairs. They left the driver as a guard at the lower door, and Spike, running hard, had neared the building. When the engine stopped, Storm, with a look of worry, | got hurriedly down. The first man his { eyes chanced to fall on was Spike. The sight o' him to Storm was like red to a bull. Gaining Spike's vicinity stealthily, Storm made at him. are you fellows up to now?" he cried angrily, throttling Spike with the words against the building. "Where's Helen Holmes, you blamed crook?" "Upstairs, 1 tell you. Listen! She's upstairs. Instead of choking me, get busy to get her out of Seagrue's clutches--that's what I'm here for." In the fewest possible words he told Storm of how Helen had shamed him with kindness, and how he had sworn to her he would make good. Storm experienced an acute revulsion of feel ing. "Then we're friends!" he ex- claimed "1 didn't say that," feeling his crumpled windpipe. | Helen Holmes' friend." Storm eyved him keenly. returned Spike, "I'm | Spike. If you don't, I'll choke 'you | next time for keeps." "¥ mean it," snapped Spike. "Stow i the gab." He pointed to the door be- hind him. "Seagrue's kidnaped her. | They carried her up those stairs not | | two minutes ago." Storm's eyes burned black. Sea- | grue at that moment could have seen { murder in them. Storm compressed his lips. "How many are there, Spike?" was all he muttered. "Three." i Storm pointed. "Watch that door," {he directed. "I'll go to the roof." In the room to which they had car ! ried her, on the second floor, Helen, partly recovered, resolutely faced Sea- grue and her captors. Lug handed Seagrue the stolen letters. He exam- ined them impatiently and tossed one after another contemptuously aside. "Is this all you've got?" he demanded in disgust. The contracts were not | there Seagrue glared at Helen. Alive to her serious danger, her quick percep- tions took in every feature of her sur- roundings and almost the first thing her glance fell on was a stack of iron cylinders in a corner of the room la- beled "High Explosives." From out- side the room she heard, without know- ing What they signified, sounds of a | Spike, at the door | fierce altercation below, with a gentle knock, had at tracted the attention of the machine driver, stationed as watchman. scout opened cautiously to see who knocked. But cautious though hie was, he was no match in trickery for the adept Spike, whose arm shot like a flash through the opening as he threw himself against the door. fraction bf a second--before the chauf- feur actually knew what had happenéd ~Spike had the astonished sentry by the neck, jerked him outside, flung him into the gutter and dashed up the stairs. Seagrue, unmoved by the fighting | outside, turned threateningly on Hel- en. "You've got those contracts. 1 want them. Will you hand them over without force?" Helen stood mute. Shall I take them from you?" er warnings nor threats moved her to a single word. "Won't talk, eh?" snapped Seagrue. "No matter--I'll do the talking. Stand her out here, boys, and I'll search her." He started forward. She backed away with a,cry. 'Don't come near me," she exclaimed. search me! [I'll kill you first!" A knock at the door interrupted Sea- grug's threatening advance; his con- | federates looked alarmed. "That's only the watchman, boys," cried Sea grue. "Pay no attention. Catch her | and hold her." The words were not out of his mouth | | when the one door of the room was | flung viplently open behind them. | "Hands off, there!" shouted a heavy | | voice, The three men whirled on the | intruder. Seagrue, in his amazement, found himself confronted by Spike. ; The convict raised a threatening hand. "Don't touch that girl," he said hoarse- | iy. tered a fearful imprecation--"will an- | wer to me with his lite." shrank back. They | knew Spike's blood-stained hande too wall to want to rouse ba wish. Bri "What | "If you | mean it, I'll forgive what's gone before, | The | Ina. Neith- | "You shan't "The man that does"--he mut- | Seagrue was not for an instant to be swerved from his purpose. "Get that whelp," he shouted, pointing at Spike. "I'll look out for the girl." Albeit with the poor stomach, Lug and Bill attacked the powerful outlaw, Helen, weapon of defense, saw the explosive ; cylinders. A blow struck by Lug from behind had stunned Spike. He lay helpless and the three men turned to secure Helen. Stooping swiftly, she picked up a cylinder and stood at bay. "Come another foot and I'll smash this if it kills every one of us," she cried, reckless of consequence. Lug and Bill halted in terror--they knew if she carried out her threat it meant death to them all. was the hardier nature. "Throw it it you dare," he cried, tauutingly. He knew she would not commit suicide. "Together, boys," he shouted; "rush her." "Seagrue," cried a voice from the window behind Helen, "get back!" Storm had gained a hip of the roof commanding the room and thrusting his hand through the window covered the men inside with a revolver. Helen laid her dangerous cylinder down. Storm handed her the pistol. Keep them covered till 1 get in, Helen!" The window proved difficult to ne sotiate. Storm tried to drop inside {rom it, and Helen turned to help him. In doing so, she left the three ah in. stant uncoyered. They | the door and down the stairs. and Bill made for the car. "No," ed Seagrue, "hide." Helen and Storm bent over Spike, He lay dazed. When he was able to Lug shout- jpelp himself a little and with their | ilaid could rise to his feet, they sup- ported him downstairs. Their enemies were nowhere to be seen. But in the roadway stood Sea- grue's machine. No it. Spike Helen in on the seat where she had so lately lain helpless, and drove back | with her to Rhinelander's camp, where they found him anxiously awaiting | | newd7of his endangered protegee. He greeted the sight of Helen with | rejoicing, but his features darkened when his eyes fell on the redoubtable Spike. Helen and Storm, enjoying the mystery of the situation, allowed the amazement on Rhinelander's face to | grow, as he looked from them to Spike, | and from Spike to Helen and Storm | for an explanation. "Yes," cried Helen, laughing at her | foster uncle, "I know it looks strange, | to see us three in friendly company, {doesn't it? But we're friends--aren't we, Spike?" Spike looked at her. "You're my | friend, sure," he muttered. | Rhinelander, incredulous, pointed at | Spike. "Have you brought him here to hang him?" he exclaimed. "If that the rope myself™ "No," cried Helen, whose eyes | sparkled with the fun of the puzzle, | "We didn't bring him here to hang | him. We brought him here to eat the | in a construction camp." "You're to carve the roast for him | yourself," interposed Storm. "You've both gone crazy," | Rhinelander, weakening. "No," persisted Helen, "instead of Spike's being to blame for my disap pearance, I'm afraid I should never have lived to sec you again, Uncle { Amos, if he hadn't been my friend in | | need today." And she and Storm, other, told the day's story. | "By George!" | hoiding his hand uugrudgingly out to Spike, "1 believe { decent in your worthless carcass afer all, Spike. You are ontitied to a good | dinger. | you blamed rescal. Go clean yoursoif up and report at my car within an | hour," he said roughly. "By the way, Helen," foster niece: tracts?" "Those nzht ot wey con- | "Here, Uncle Amos." she exciaimed | [She She drew from her hiouse the rags e. "But the Chriaimas ky for the camp was stolen by thuse brutes! It's jost." ing bunches of letters from entl of his pockets. "i Picked 'em TD before we left the room." ~~ £T0 BE CONTINUED) looking distractedly for al Seagrue's | sprang through member of the | party had scruple about confiscatitg | and Storm, together, soon | nad the enginé turning and they put | fellow had anything to do with steal | ing you from the train, I'll help pull | best Sunday dinner you ever served | declared | there's something ! And 'you shail eat it with: we, | be turned suddealy vn als | "Not quite," interposed Stor. puik | \ HEALTHIEST ONE IN THE FAMILY Ne Sig Of Dope Awd Kidney Tone Since Taking "FRUIT-A-TIVES® HATTIE WARREN Port Robinson, Ont., July 8th, 1915. "We have used * Fruit-a-tives" im our house for over three years and have always found them a good medicine. Our little girl, Hallie, was troubled with Kidney Disease. The Doctor said she was threatened with Dropsy. Herlimbs and body were all swollen and we began to think she could not live. Finally, we decided to try "Fruit-a-tives". Ske began to show improvement afier we had given her afew tablets. n'a short time, the swelling had all gove down and her flesh began to look more natural. Now she is the Aeqlthicst one in the family and has no signs of the old ailment. We can not say too much for * Fruit-a- tives" and would never be without them". WILLIAM WARREN. 50c. a box, 6 for $2.50, trial size, 25c. At all dealers or sent postpaid on receiptof price by Fruit a-tives Limited, Ottawa, WHY THE COOK LEFT--because of the Roaches. They came in swarms Roaches, Little Roaches, Black oaches, all sorts of Roaches. "Keating's" KILLED the Jot. EVERY one. Tins 10e., 25c., 85c. Ask for "Keating's" and take no other. H3 4 180. DF. RITCHIE & CO., Limited ONTO for Canada | Dominion Fish 0. rm Fresh Saguenay Salmon, Fresh Mackerel, Fresh Lobsters, Fresh Frog Legs. Phone 520. et, $ 1, 000. ).00 REWARD For informatio that will lead to the discovery or whereabouts of the person or pers ns suffering from Nervous Debi'icy, Diseases of the Mouth and Taroat Bl od Poison, Skin Discases, r Troubles, Special Iments, an a p 'hronie or Complicated Complaints who can. not be cured at The Ontario Medi cal Institute, 263-205 Yonge St., Toronto. Correspondence invited --------------------. -------------------------- Every I0c¢ Bon oO WILSON S FLY PAD: CARER TSI SRT XE r RE Clean to handle. Sold by all Drug. gists, Grocers and General Stores. At ---------- SALLOW SKIN is one of the greatest foes of womanly beauty. It is quickly cleared by correcting She cause op ge liver--with the ai of fhe &¢ gently stimulatin te ndable remedy: » | BEECHAM'S PILLS Worth a Guinea a Box each constantly breaking in on the | cried Khinelander, | 4 i 25c.t0 $3, CHANNELL