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In which they admit complicity In Chadwlck'* kidnaping, their object being to Keep Chadwlck from attending a meeting of directors to reorganlie the Pioneer "Short Line which would jeopardize their Interests. To curb the monopoly controlled by Hatch and Henckel. the Red Tower corporation, Norcross forms the Citizens' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a deep interest in Shalla Macrae. Dodds learns that Sheila la married, but living apart from bar husband. Norcross does not know this • CHAPTER V %; And Jtan Came 5M«o v **I saw your office lights from the trtt-eet," was the way ^he Red Tower president began on me, and his voice took me straight back to the Oregon woods and a lumber camp where tbe saw-filers were at work. "Where Is Mr. Norcross?" \ I told him that Mr. Norcross was *p-town, and that I didn't suppose be Would come back to the office again that night, now that It was so late. ."My name is Hatch, of the Red. Tower company," he grated, after a Mtaute or two. "You're the one they call Dodds, aren't you?" I admitted It, and he went on. "Norcross brought you here with Um from the West, didn't be? What pay are you getting here?** It was on the tip of my tongue to cvss biro out right there and then and tell him It was none of his business. But the second thought (which Isn't always as good as it's said to be) whispered to me to lead him on and see how far he would go. So 1 told him the figures >f my pay check. "I'm needing another shorthand Man, and I can afford to pay a good Wt nfore than that." he growled. "They tell me you are well up at the top in your trade. Are you open to aa offer?" I let him hare ft straight then. "Not from you." I said. "And why not from me?" - Here was where I made my first Ifed break. All of a sudden I got so •tbgry at the thought that he was actually trying to buy me that I couldn't aee anything but red, and I blurted out, "Because I dont |»ire out to work fpr any strong-arm outfit--not if I . know It 1" For a little while he sat blinking at me from under his bushy eyebrows, * . and his bard mouth was drawn into a straight line with a mean little 1' wrinkle coming and going at the cor-> Bers of it. When he got ready to speak again be said, "You're only a boy. You want In get on in the world, don't you? - r«o offering you a good chance: the best you ever bad. You don't owe ),v. • iNorcross anything more than youe Job. do you?" fe > "Maybe not" I,:;*- "That's better. Put on your hat '/ and come along with me. I want to pj ghow you what I can do for you In a I. . . better field than railroading ever was, ar ever will be. It'll pay you--" and &e named a figure that very nearly aaade me fall dead out of my chair. \t. Of course, it was all plain enough. |; ^the boss had him on the hip with that ; kidnaping business, with me for a Witness. And he was trying to fix the y*V ./witness. j \ ' "I guess we needn't beat about the I; ' ' bushes any longer, Mr. Hatch," I said, Jr., bracing up to him. "I haven't told ^ the sheriff, or anybody but Mr. Norcross, what I know about a certain ( little train hold-up that happened a .few weeks ago down at Sand Creek '<(rtding; but that Isn't saying that I'm ' liot going to." If I had had the sense of a Held ' • - jnouse, I might have known that I | . was no match for such a man; but p. • ,j lacked the sense--lacked It good and ^/•'Y bard. H "You're like your boss," he said Shortly. "You'd go a long distance out } Of your way to make an enemy when ^ there is no need of It That hold-up y..'.••justness was a Joke, from start to ii .v JQnish. I don't know how you and Nor- ;/ ' cross came to get In on it; the Joke fcv/ *<was meant to be on John Chadwlck. "* *, . *The night before, at a little dinner we ;«were giving blm at the railroad club, ihe said there never was a railroad ;hold-up that couldn't have been stood Off. A few of us got together afterward and put up a Job on him; sent him over to Strathcona and arranged to have him held up on the way back." "Mr. Chadwlck didn't take it as a Joke!" 1 retorted. "I know he didn't; and that's why j we're all anxious now to ^lg a hole |an d bury the thing decently. Perhaps i We had all been taking a drop too : nach at.the club dinner that night." At that I swelled up man-size and kicked the whole kettle of fat into tbe fire. "Of course it was t Joke!" I ripr ped out. "And your comfng here tov night to try to hire me away from Mr. Norcross is another. The woods are lull of good shorthand men. Mr. Hatch, but for the present I think I shall stay right where I am--where a court - subpoena can find me when I'm wanted." "That's all nonaenge, and you know It--If you're not too much of a' kid to know anything," he snapped, shooting Out his heavy Jaw at me. "1 merely wanted to give you a chance to get rid of the railroad collar. If you felt ; like it. I like a fighting man; and you've got nerve. Take a night and sleep on It. Maybe you'll think differently In tbe morning." Here was another chance for me to get ofI with a whole skin, but by thi* time 1 was completely lost to any »er weighing and measuring of the possible consequences. Leaning a cress the desk end I gave him a final shot. Just as he was getting up to gift. "Listen. Mr. Hatch," I said. "You haven't fooled me for a single minute. Your guess is right; I heard every word that passed between, you and Mr. Henckel that. Monday morning In the Bullard lobby. As I say, I haven't told anybody yet but Mr. Norcross; buttf you go to making trouble for him and the railroad company. I'll go Into court and swear to what I know!" He was half-way out of the door when I got through, and he never made any sign that he heard what I said. After he was gone I began to sense, just a little, how big a fool I had made of myself. But I was still mad clear through at the idea that he had takfti^me for the other kind of a fool--the kind that -wouldn't know enough to be sure that the president of a big corporation' wouldn't get down to tampering with a common clerk unless there was some big thing to be stood off by It Stewing and sizzling over It? I puttered around with the papers on my desk for quite a little While before I remembered the two telegrams, and the fact that I'd have to go and stick the thre£-bladed knife into .Mr. Norcross. When I did remember, I shoved the* messages Into my pocket, flicked off the lights and started to go uptown and hunt for the boss. •After closing the outer door of the office I don't recall anything particular except that I felt my way down the headquarters stair In the dark and groped across the lower hall to the outside door that served for the staircase entrance from the street When I had felt around and found tbe brass Everything Went Blanks fcWA, something - happened, 1 know just what In the tiny little fraction of a second that I had left, as you might say, between the hearse and the grave, I had a vague notion that the door was falling over on me and* mashing me flat; and after that, everything went blank. When I came to life oat of what seemed like an endless succession of bad dreams It was broad daylight and the suik was shining brightly through some filmy kind of curtain stuff In a big window that looked out toward the west I was in bed, tbe room was strange, and my right hand was wrapped up In a. lot of cotton and bandaged. I hadn't more than made the first restless move before I saw a sort of ple-faced woman in a nurse's'cnp and apron start to get up from where she was sitting by the window. Before she could come over to the bed, somebody opened a door and tip-toed In ahead of nursey. 1 had to blink hard two or three times before I could really make up my mind thut the tip-toer was Matsle Ann. She looked as If she might be the nurse's understudy. She had a nifty little lace cap on her thick mop of hair, and 1 gudss her apron was meant to be nursey too. only It was frilled and tucked to a fare-you< well. "You poor, poor boy!" she eoqed patting my pillow Just like my grand mother used to when I was a little kid and had the mumps or the measles. "Are you still roaming around In the Oregon woods?" That brought my dream, or one of them, back; the one about wandering around in a» forest of Douglas fir and having to jump and dodge to keep the big trees from falling on ms and smashing me. "No more woods for mine," I anld. sort of feebly. And then: "Where am IT' * "You are in bed in the spare room at Cousin Basil's. They wanted to take you to the railroad hospital that night (Alt when they telephoned up here to. try to find Mr. Norcross, Cousin Basil want right down and brought you home with him In the ambulance." "That night,' you «aytH*l parroted. "It was last nlgbf that the door fell on me, wasn't itf* "I don't know anything about a door, but the night that they found you alt burnt and crippled, lying at the foot of your office stairs, was three days ago. You have beeii out of your head nearly all the time ever since." . "Burnt and crippled? What happened to me, Malsle Ann?" "Nobody knows; not even the doctors. We've j^een hoping that some day you'd be able to tell us. Can't you tell me now, Jlmmie?" I told her all there was to tell mumbling around among the . words the best I could. Then she told me how the headquarters watchman had found me about midnight; with my right hand scorched black and the rest of me apparently dead and ready to be burled. The ambulance surgeon had Insisted, and was still Insisting, that I had been handling a live wire; hut there were no wires at all In the lower hall, and nothing stronger than an Incandescent light current In Hie entire office building. "And you say I've been here hinging on by my eyelashes for three days? What has been going on in all ttait time, Malsle Ann? Hasn't anybody been here to see me?" * She gave a little nod. "Everybody, nearly. Mr. Van Brltt has been up every day, and sometimes twice a day. He has been awfully anxious for you to come alive." u "But Mr. Norcrowirj q)jerle£. "Hasn't he been up?" ' • She shook her head and turned her facie away, and she was looking .straight out of-the window at the setting *un when she asked, "When • was the last time you suw Mr. Norcross, Jimmle?" I choked a little over a big spare that seemed to rush up out of the bed-clothes to smother me. But I made out to answer her question, telling her how Mr. Norcross had left the office maybe half an hour or sd before I did, that night, going up-town with Mr. Ripley. Then I asked her whf she wanted to know. "Because nobody has seen htm tlnce a little later that same night.": she said, saying it very softly and without turning her head. And then: "Mr. Van Britt found a letter from Mr. Norcross on his desk the next morning. It was just a little typewritten note, on a Hotel Bullard letter sheet; saying that lie had made up his mind that the Pioneer Short Line wasn't worth fighting for, jj|nd Jthat he was resigning and taking . th^Kr midnight train for the East." \ I sat straight up In bed; 1 should have had to do it If both arms had been burnt to a crisp clear to 'the shoulders. "Resigned?--gave Up and ran away? I don't believe that for a single minute. Maifrie Ann !" ^ burst out. She was shaking her head again, still wllhodft turning her face so that I could see it "I--I'm afraid It's all true, Jimmle. There were two telegrams that came to Mr. Norcross the night he went away; one from Mr. Chadwlck and the other from Mi*. Dunton. I heard Mr. Van Brltt telling Cousin Sbella what the messages were. He'd seen lite copies of them, that they keep in the telegraph office." It was on my tongue's end to say that Mr. Norcross never had seen those two telegrams, because I had them In my pocket and was on my way to deliver them when I got shot; "but I didn't Instead, I said: "And you think that was why Mr. Norcross threw up Jsls hands and ran au^y?" No; 1 dont think anything ef the sort I know what it was, and you know what It was," and at that she turned around and pushed me gently down among the pillows. What was It?" I whispered, more than half afraid that I was going to hear a confirmation of my own breathtaking conviction. And I heard it, all right It was what 1 was telling you about that same evening, you ramem ber--down In the trail \ when you brought the flowers for Cousin Sheila You told him wha{ I told you, didn't you?" No; I didn't have a ehance--not any real chance." "Then somebody else told him, Jim mle; and that is *he reason he has resigned and gone away. Mr. Van Britt thinks it was on account of the two messages from Mr. Chadwlck and Mr. Duuton, and that Is why he wants to talk to you about It But you knowv and I know, Jlmmie. de>A-; and for Cousin Sheila's Sake and Mr. Norcross', we must never lisp It to a human soul. A new general uwiiasrer has betn appointed, and he Is ou bis way out here from New York. Everything has gone to pieces on the railroad, and all of Mr. Norcross' friends are getting'ready to resign. . Isn't W perfectly heart-breaking?" It was; It was so heart-breaking that 1 just gasped once or twice and went Off the hooks agalu, with MaNle Ann's frightened little shriek ringing in my ears as she tried to hold me back from slipping over the edga^r.' febk In them jMfcone so eva* fool her. ,**00 are feeing haftar now?" she when she found nie stir^ng. at M^told ber I guessed I #as^*#Ot t*ht my hand hurt me aonw. "You have had a«great sh^ek of some kind--besides the burn, JltMsta.** she rejoined, folding up the bed ©a*Ws so* that tbe bandaged hand would rest easier. "The doctors are all puszfed. Does your bead feel quite clear now-- So that ybu can think?" 0 "It feels as if ! bad a crazy Clock in It," I said. "But the thinking part Is all right. Have you heard anything fflom Mr. Norcross yet ?" "Not a word. We have been hoping that you could • tell us something when you should recover sufficiently to talk. Can't you, Jlmmie?" Remembering what Malsle Ann bad told roe just befpre I went off the hooks, I thought I might (ell ber a lot If I dared to. But thai wouldn't do. So I just said: "1 told Malsle Ann alt I knew about Mr. Norcross. He left the office some little time before I did--with Mr. Ripley. I didn't know where they were going." «* « "They went to the hotel," she helped out. "Mr, Ripley says they sat In the lobby uptll after ten o'clock, and then Mr. Norcross went up to his rooms." Of course, I knew that Mr. Ripley knew all about tbe Hatch ruction; but If he hadn't told1 her, I wasn't gore ^enough how, (f they'll le£ wr- : " /' " tonlgfit; Mmorrow, maybe." Mr. Van Brltt is down-stairs Basil. He s^Malk with youyta wafa able to talk. him up?" df course 1 said yea; and' pretty soon after she went away, our one and only millionaire came In. \ He looked qp he always did; just «s If he had that minute stepped ant of a Turkish bath where they shave and scrub and polish a man till he shines. "Jiow are you,' Jimmle?" he rapped out "Glad to see you on earth again. Peeling a little more* fit, tonight?" I told him I didn't think it toil take more than half a dozen faita^ of my size to knock me out, but gaining. he sat down and put me on the question rack. I gave blm Ing to fell her. "There was some trouble In connection with Mr. Hatch that ev«toiiig, wasn't there?" she asked. "Hatch had some trouble--y6s. But I guess the boss didn't have any," t replied. ' "Tell me about It," she commanded; and I told her Just as Mttle as I could; how Hatch had had an Interview with the boss earlier In the evening* whtle I was away. "It wasn't a qpiarrel?" she suggested. "Why should they qpaixelfV I asked. x * She shook her head. *!You are sparring with me, Jimmfe, In some mistaken Idea of being loyal to Mr. Norcross. You needn't, you know. Mr. Norcross has told me all. ab9ut his plans; he has even been generous enough^to say that I helped him make them. That is Why I cannot understand way he snould do ^s he has done--or at least aa. everybody believes he has done." 1 skw how it was. She,was trying to find some explanation that would clear the boss, and perhaps implicate the Hatch crowd. I couldn't tell her the-real reason why he had run away. M#sie Ann had been right as -right about that; we must keep it to our two selves. But I tried to let ber down easy. •tMr. Van Britt has tpld you about those two telegrams that came after Mr. Norcross left the office," I said, still covering up the fact that the telegrams hadn't been delivered--that they were probably in the pocket of my coat right now, wherever that was. "They were enough to make any man throw up bis hands and quit, I should say." No," she insisted, ' looking me straight in the eyes. "You are not telling the truth now, Jimmle. You know Mr. Norcross better than any of us, and you know that it isn't the least little bit like him to walk out and leave everything to go to wreck. Have you ever known of his' doing anything like that before?" I had to admit that I hadn't; that, on the other hand, it was the very thing you'd least expect him to do. But at the same time I had to hang on to my sham belief that it was the thing he had done: either that, or tell her the truth. "Every man reaches his limit, some time!" I protested. "What was Mr. Norcross to do, I'd like to know; with Mr. Chadwlck getting scared out, and Mr. Dunton threatening to fire him?" "The thing he wouldn't dp would be to go off and leave all of his friends, Mr. Van Brltt and Mr. Hornack, and all the rest, to fight it out alone. You know that as well as do. Jlmmie Dodds!" 'If yot) won't take my theory, you must have one of your own," I aaid; not knowing what else to say. "I h^ve," she flashed back, "atid 1 want you to hurry and get well ao that you can help me trace It outr "Me?" I queried. "Yes, you. The others are all so stupid! even Mr. Van Britt and Mr Ripley. They insist that Mr. Norcross went east to see1 and talk with Mr. ••We Must Stand by Him and Defend ! Him." all I had--except that thing about the undelivered telegrams and two or three others ithaM couldn't give him or anythat, t» Itttb flat early in tbe a thi , body* to ttckl* when I witrttha * w*,* morpibfc , I was wall a»o&clrto gat <9 the next 1 to Mr. Van Itrltt be aattt tda car out to the major's to take me down to tba Wttce. Just before I left the houaa,' Kra. Sheila waylaid me, and aftar tailing me that I must be careful and not take cold in tbe burnt hand, aha pot in another word about tba boss' disappearance. "I want you. to remember what X said last night, Jlmmie, and not Mf the others talk you over Into the belief that Mr. Norcross has gone away because he was either discouraged ar afraid* He wouldn't do that: you know it, and I know it. We, are his friends, you and I, and we must itdiitf by him and defend him when he isn't here to defend himself." It did me good to hear' ber talk that way. I had been sort of getting ready to dislike her for letting ..the boss get In so deep and not telling him straight out that she was a married woman and he mustn't; but when I saw that she was trying to be just as loyal to him as I was, It pulled me over to be? side again. Though the boss' disappearance waa now four days old, things were sttil In a sort of daze down at the railroad offices. Mr. Van Brltt, being the general superintendent and next in command, bad moved ever into the boss' office, and Fred May was doing" his shorthand work. They wouldn't let me do anything much--I couldn't do much with my right arm In a silng--so I had a chance to hang around and size up the situation. If you watit to know bow. it sized up, you can take It from me that it was pretty bad. People all along the line were bombarding Mr. Van Britt with letters and telegrams wanting to know what was going to be done, and what the change In management was going to mean for the public, and all that You see, Mr. Norcross had laid out a mighty attractive program In the little time he had been at the wheel, and now it looked as if It was all going to be dumped Into thfe ditch. r ! i'ii ^ CHAPTER VI What Every Man Knows---- 1 wasn't gone very long on this second excursion Into the woozy-woozies. though It was night-time, anil the shaded electric light was turned on when 1 opened my eyes and round Mrs. Sheila sitting by the bedsldeu The change in Mrs. Sbella sort of made me gasp. She wasn't any less pretty as she sat there with her hands clasped In her lap. but she wax dUteaant; sober, and with tbe laugh all *V©W Are Sparring With He, Jimmle." Chadwlck. They have found out that Mr. Chadwlck left Chicago the day after lie sent that telegram, to go up luto the Canadian woods to look at souie mines, or something. They say that Mr. Norcross. has followed h|u and that is why they dou't hear any' thing from him." "What do you think?" I asked. Site dldu't answer right away, and body. . We're In pretty bad shape, aren't we?" I suggested. We couldn't be In worse shape." was tbe way he put ft. Then he told me a little more than Malsle Ann had; ttow President Dunton had wired to stop all the betterment work on the Short Line until the new general manager could get on the ground; how the local capitalists at the head of the new CItizenB' Storage & Warehouse organization were scared plumb out of their shoes and were afraid to make a move; and how the newspapers all over the stat£ were saying that it was Just what they had expected--that tbe railroad^ was crooked in root and branch, and that a tbod man couldn't stay with It long enough to get his breath. "Then the new general manager has bden appointed?" I asked. He nodded. "Some fellow by the name of Dlsmuke. I don't kno^r him, ahd neither does Hornack. He Is on his way west now, they say". "Mr. Norcross hasn't shown ap at Mr. Chadwick's Chicago offices?" 1 ventured. # "No. The telegraph people have been wiring everywhere and can't get any trace of him," "Tell them to try Galesburg/ittlat's where his people live." "I know," he said; and be made a note of the address on the back of an envelope, Then he came at me again, on the' "direct," aa a lawyer would say. "You've been closer to Norcrss* In an intimate way than any of us, Jimmle: haven't you seen or heard something that would help to turn a little more light on this damnable blow-up?" I hadn't-*--outside of the one thing I couldn't talk about--and I told him so, and at this he let me see a little mfire of what was going on In his own mind. "You're one Of us, In a way, Jimmle, and I can talk freely to you. Mrs. Macrae Insists that there has been foul play of some sort. . You say you weren't present when Hatch called on Norcross at the office that night?" "No; I came in Just after. Hatch went away." "Did Norcross say anything to malre you think there had been a fight?' "He told ma that Hatch was abusive and bad made threats--in a business way, In a business way? What do^ou mean by that?" I quoted the boss' own words, as nearly as I could recall them. So Batch did make a threat. tben? Can you add anything more?1 I could, but I dldn'f want to. Mr. Van Brltt didn't know anything about the Sand Creek siding hold-up, or I supposed he didn't, and I didn't want to be the first one to tell blm. Besides, the whole business was* beside tbe mark. Maisie Ann knew, and I knew that the boss, strong and unbreakable as he was in other ways, had simply thrown up "his hands and quit t&canse somebody had told him that Mrs. Shetla had a husband living. So I Just said: Nothing tliat would help out" and after be had talked a little wjille longer our only millionaire went downstairs again. It's so funny how things change around for a' person Just by giving them tlhie to sort of shake dowu Into place and fit themselves together. After a while the chin edge of the wedge that Mrs. Sheila had been trying to drive into ine begun'to take hold. Just a little, ln*splte of what I knew--or thought I knew. Was It barely possible, after all, that thare had been foul play of some sort? in the first place, somethiug had been done t6 me by somebody: It was a sure thing that I hadn't crippled and half-killed myself all by my lonesome. Then they had said that the boss stayed up with Mr. Ripley that night until after ten o'clock, and had then gone up to go to bed. That being the rm -slefctlww't#^ f/ (TO BE CONTINUED.! LAID BIBLE SCENES IN CHINA Native Artist Had No Conception •< > Any Other Land Outalda of < His Own. In north Fukien province thare dwelt an artist who painted picturea on silk for the gentry of his little village. The people In this secluded hamlet nestled amid, tbe hills, had never seen automobiles or airptahes, nor did they take the long journey to Shanghai to wateh the great steamers come In laden with merchandise and messages from the ports of the wo>-td. 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The friction is thus so far reduced that the oil has been pumped easily through a line thirty-one miles long. The water and the oil come out entirely separate at the enii.of the line. Judging a Poat.^. ^'•* ( There are two ways or measuring a poet, either by an absolute aesthetic standard, or relatively to his position in the literary history of his country and the conditions of his generation. Both should be borne In mind as coefficients In a perfectly fair judgment If his positive merit Is to be settled Irrevocably by the former, yet an Intelligent criticism will find Its advan* Mge not only In considering what be was, but what under the given circumstances, it was possible for blm to be.--James Russell l<owellv 1 a Cotton and Oxygen. Because the hollow fibre* of cotton are loaded with oxygen they burn With a quick Hash. When you add to cotton. which Is already loaded with oxygen. <41. which M also loaded with oxy» gen. the excess of oxygen is likely sooner or later to tnako the cotton burst into lluiue. Thut Is how apoutaoeoua combustion occurs among oily rajfc Important to Mothers fSMwniim carefully every botHa aC CASTORIA, that famous old remedy^ for Infanta and children, and site that It . ^Baars tbe Signature of| In Uaa for Orer 80 Yeaura. . ChildrtQi Cry lor Fletcher** Ctetorui Man wants but little here below^ py;-' bat woman wants a idt when she gat It below coat • • • « " ------------ Those who are new to public Ufi '9 ^ soon learn the camera poses they must . beware of. EASE TftAJ ACHING BACK! Is a throbbing backache keeping yoa mismblef Are youtMrured with stabbing pains? It the troable making your work a burden and last fmposMbie. Springtime, for many folks, is backtehatmte-- a sign that the kidneys need help. Colds, chilk, and theehanging weather of early spring, strain the kidneys and slow them up. Poisons accumulate and then anase backache*, headaches, dfeinesa and bladder irreg nlarities. UsS Doan't Kidney Pill*. They have helped thousands. . your neighbor / r An Illinois Caa« Mrs. E. Haynea, 106 N. State 8t.. Eldorado, II!.. says: "When I did my ironlna, the sharp pains In the small of my back were ao bad I often had to alt down. My kidneya didn't do their work right and my hands and _ feet swelled. I saw Dean's Kidney pills .advertised and bought a box. Prom the first few I felt better and one boa cured me." GstDalkfoat Any Storc,abea9a> DOAN'S VSST VOffTBR-MILaUftN CO. KJfHtLQ, It V. iMWO*W* as.mU.rMruJbiBo teaayw ^a flwlaa » «WMt _ lie* P_f«llepldt»'K nrdubnt il ttl, IL Ine 'VariMMa T«--af »i, »»<• Bag rtaata, dosea. He; ML 11. aattafMUo* aivii or money wintl' rf tatewat** la laamtttes writ* or wire HAVAHA Midway. 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