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car, moving but very little, for there
wag much broken glass about. Up in
Bquare church Gall Sargent listens to
discussion about the sale of the church
tenements to Edward E. Allison, local
traction king, and when asked her opin-
ion of the thurch by Rey. Smith Boyd,
says it is apparently a lucrative business
enterprise, Allison takes Gall riding
his motor car. When he suggests he
entitled to rest on the laurels of his
achievements, she asks the disturbing
question: “Why?' Gall finds cold disap-
proval in the eyes of Rev. Smith Boyd.
At a bobsled party Allison tells Jim Sar-
gent that his new ambition Is to conquer
the world. He starts a campalgn for con-
solldation and control of the entire trans-
portation system of the world. Gail be-
comes popular. Allison gains control of
transcontinental traffic and arranges to
absorb the Vedder court tenement proper-
ty of Market Square church. Gall tells
Boyd that the cathedral Market
church proposes to build will be out
profits wrung from squalor. At a meeting
of the seven financial magnates of
country, Allison organizes the
tional Transportation company. Rev,
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struction and Gall unconsciously gives Al-
lison a hint that solves the Vedder court
problem for him
tion trip in Allison's new subway.
CHAPTER Xl!l—Continued.
Out
paled
into
the
electric
vellow,
in
the
sickly
open, where the
lights
up into
sun
the air,
making an opening into the debris
through the forward windows. They
talked a great deal, at first, strong,
capable voices. They were Interfer-
ing with each other, then helping,
combining their strength to move
Leavy stones and the like, then they
were silent, working independently, or
in effective unison.
Tim Corman was the possessor of a
phosphorescent-faced watch, with 22
Jewels on the inside and a ruby on
the winding stem, and he constituted
himself timekeeper.
“Thirty minutes,” he called out. “Its
our shift.”
The men crawled in from outside,
but they stayed in the front compart-
ment. The air was growing a trifle
close, and they breathed heavily.
“Good-by, girl,” called the gayly fu-
“Hus-
band is going to work."
Another interminable
wait, while
down narrow
countless
alleys, aflutter
flapping pieces of
work, then suddenly into the darkness
no further levity after Lincoln and the
and McCarthy had come
back; for the condition was becoming
serious. Some air must undoubtedly
be finding its way to the car through
surface of country fields, and dreary
winter landscape, to the terminal. It
was more cozy in the tunnel,
returned thee for lunch.
Suddenly there came a dull, muffled
report, like the distant firing a
cannon; then an interval of silence,
an infinitesimal one, In
ran smoothly on, and, half rising, they
looked at each other in startled ques
tioning. Then, all came a
stupendous roar, as if the world had
of
at once,
of
and
steadily
no
gas exhaled from a dozen pairs
lungs was beginning to pocket,
the opening ahead, though
pushing forward, displayed
They established shorter shifts now;
a quarter of an hour.
in and
and
out, and
silently
as
worked, as rested, while
headlong
slapping
stoppage,
and
deafening in
all, darkness;
that it
clattering,
crashing and
its volume,
blackness
a
and with
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touch!
There
nervous
was a single
laugh verging
The shriek was from Arly,
laugh from Lucile. There
from the forward end of the car, as of
someone in pain. A man's yell of
fright: Greggory the general man-
ager. A strong hand clutched Gail's
in the darkness, firm, reassuring. The
rector,
“Don't move!”
on hysteria
and
It was the voice of
Allison, crisp, harsh, commanding
“Anybody hurt?”
voice of age, but otherwise steady.
‘It’s called Tom,
man. “Head cut a little, arm bruised.
Nothing bad.”
‘Gall? again
"Yes." Clear voiced, with the cour
age which has no sex.
“Mrs. Teasdale? Mrs,
Ted? Doctor Boyd?" and so through
the list. Everybody safe
“It is an accidental blast,” said the
voice of Allison. He had figured that
a concige statement of just what had
happened might expedite
tion ‘We are below the Farmount
ridge, over indred feet deep, and
the caved in on us. There
must exertion. Don't
me."
Allison
a
has
no waste
tube
be of
waiting!
Greggory was the
then the injured
their turns came, they had not
strength nor the air in their
Strong McCarthy was the next to join
them.
first to give
motorman Wien
out
the
The shifts had reduced to two, of
two men each, by now;
and
these latter two worked double time.
Their lips and their tongues were
parched and cracking, and in their
periods of rest they sat motionlessly
facing each other, with a wheeze in
the drawing of their breath Their
of their little
tunnel clear back into the car, where
the three girls were battling to pre-
serve their senses against the polson-
ous gases which were now all that
they had to breathe. Acting on the
the car to escape the gradually rising
level of the carbonic gas, stood, as the
with their mouths
pains in their lungs at every
Arly dropped, silently crum.
pling to the floor; then, a few minutes
Lucile, and, panicstricken by
auddenly. looking ahead through eyes
which were staring, she saw a crack
of bleased light!
There was a hoarse cry from shead!
The crack of light widened. Another
gers there are”
vale face of the
aver
“No matches,” ordered Allison
may need the oxygen.”
He and the engineer made their
way back into the parlor compart
ment. They took up the door of the
motor well in the floor, and in a few
minutes they replaced it.
sounus they seemed
clumsy.
“That much is lucky,” commented
Allison. “The next thing 1s to dig.”
“In front or behind?” wondered the
engineer,
“In front,” decided Allison. “The ex
plosion came from that direction, and
has probably shaken down more of
the soli there than behind, but it's
solid clay in the rear, and further out
Gall felt the rector’s hand suddenly
leave her own. It had been wonder
fully comforting there in the dark:
so firm and warm and steady. fle had
not talked much to her, just a few
reassuring words, In that low, melo
dious voice, which thrilled her as did
occasionally the touch of Allison's
hand, as did the eyes of Dick Rodley
But she had received more strength
from the voice of Allison. He was
big. Allison, a power, a force, a spirit
of command. She began, for the first
time, to comprehend his magnitude
“What have we to dig with?” The
voice of Rev. Smith Boyd, and there
was a note of eagerness in it.
“The benches up in front here”
yelled McCarthy, and there was a rip
ping sound as he tore the seat from
one of them.
“Pardon me.” It was the volce of
the rector, up in front.
“The balance of you sit down, and
keep rested,” ordered Allison, now
also up in front, “McCarthy, Boyd
and I go first.”
The long struggle began. The girls
grouped together in the back of the
engineer bending
‘We
that ashe could feel a freshening of the
she breathed with such tearing
pain. Against the light of the open-
ings, two figures, the only two which
were left to work, strove, at first with
and then with the renewed vigor of
approaching triumph. She could dis
tinguish them clearly now, by the
light which streamed in, the stocky,
strong figure of Allison and the tall,
sinewy figure of the rector. They were
working frantically, Allison with Ria
and vest both removed, and one sleeve
torn almost entirely from Ais shirt, re-
vealing his swelling biceps, and a
long, red scratch. Gail's senses were
numbed, so that they were reduced to
almost merely optical consciousness,
80 that she saw things photograph
ically; but, even in her numbness, she
realized that what she had thought
a trace of weakness in the rector, was
only the grace which had rounded his
strength,
The two figures bent inward toward
each other. There was a moment of
mighty straining, and then the whole
center between the two cracks rolled
away. A huge boulder had barred the
path, and its removal let down a rush
of pure, fresh alr from the ground
above, let down, too, a flood of das.
zling light; and in the curving, under
rim of the opening, stood the two stal-
wart men who were the survival of
the fittest! The mere instinct of self.
preservation drove Gall forward, with
a cry, toward the source of that life.
giving air, and she scrambled through
the window and ran toward the two
men, They came hurriedly down to
meet her, and each gave her a hand
CHAPTER XII.
Gail Dodges the Spotlight.
Immediately after Gail had reached
home from the accident in the sub
way, and had been put to bed and
given tea, and had repeatedly assured
:
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the doctor there was nothing the mat-
ter with her, they brought, at her ur
gent request, copies of the “extras,”
which were already being yelled from
every street corner and down every
quiet residence block.
The accounts were, in the main,
more or less accurate, barring the fact
that they started with the assumption
that there had been one hundred in
Allison's party, all killed, Later is-
sues, however, regretfully reduced the
number of dead to forty, six, and
finally none, at which point they be.
came more or less coherent, and gave
an exact list of the people who were
there, the cause of the accident, and
a most appreciatively accentuated his-
tory of the heroic work of the men.
Although she regretted that her ple-
ture had by this time crept into the
public prints, grouped with the mur:
ders and defalcations of the day, she
was able to overlook this personal
discomfort as one of the minor pen-
alties which civilization bas paid for
its progress, like electric light bugs
and electric fan neuralgia, and the
smell of gasoline.
In the meantime, the representa
tives of the gay and carefree and ab
solutely uncurbed metropolitan press,
were by no means discouraged by the
fact that they had not been able to
secure much, except hectic imaginings
from the exterior of the Sargent
house, They were busy in every other
possible direction, with the same com-
mendable persistence which we ob
serve in an ant to drag a grasshopper
up and down a cornstalk on the way
home.
Little Miss Piper of the Morning
Planet, a somewhat withered
puckered little woman, who had sense |
enough to dress so as to excite noth-
ing but pity, quietly slipped on her
ugly little bonnet with the funny rib- |
bon bow in the back, and hurried out
to the magnificent residence of Mrs
Phyllis Worthmore, who loathed pub
leity and had photographs taken once |
a month for the purpose,
The result of that light-hearted and
light-headed interview, in Mrs
Phyllis Worthmore, by special request
was suddenly
the of Gall,
Sunday
and |
which
not quoted, on
startled
through
Planet at eight o'clock
An entire page, embellished in the
center with a beaut
tograph, was
beauty
her gro
smaller photographs Allison
Rodley, Willis Cunningham,
Van Ploon, Rev, Smith Boyd
youth who had danced with her three
times, a count who had sald “How do!
do? and sailed for Europe, and
two men whom had never met
All these crack eligibles were classi
fied under the general head of “Slaves
to Her Witching Smile,” and a big
boxed-in list was given, in extremely |
black faced type, stating, in dollars |
and cents, the exact value in the mat.
rimonial market of each slave; and
the lively genius who had put together |
this symposium, by a toweringly happy |
thought conceived in the very height |
of the rush hours, totaled the whole
and gave it as the commercial worth |
of Gail's beauty and charm. It ran
into thirteen figures, including the dol
lar mark and the two ciphers for
cents, i
When Lucille Teasdale and Arly Fos. |
land arrived at Jim Sargent’'s bouse |
at ten o'clock, and had be¢n let in|
at the side entrance, they found Gail |
sprang
when she
Morning
morning
eyes
the
next
fully printed pho
devoted to ¢
viddle
sensa
West!
nine
Dick
Houston
tional from the n
Around were ped
a sallow
you ee,
she
dabbing her eyes with a powder puff, |
taken from a little black traveling bag
which stood open at her side. Arlene
was a second later than Lucile in|
clasping Gail in her arms, because she |
had to lift a traveling veil. The two |
girls expressed their condolence and |
their horror of the outrage, and vol
ubly poured out more sympathy; then |
they sat down and shrieked with |
laughter.
“It's too awful for words!”
Lucile. “But it is funny, too.”
Gail's chin quivered
“There should be a law against such
things,” she broken-heartedly re
turned, in a voice which wavered and
halted with the echoes of recent sobs.
“I'il._ put the Planet out of busi
ness!” stormed Jim Sargent, stalking
up and down the library, with his fists
clenched and his face purple. “I'll
bankrupt them!” and he paused, as he
passed, to reassuringly pat the shoul
der of poor Aunt Grace, who sat per:
fectly numb holding one thumb until
the bone ached.
“The press is the palladium of our
national liberty, Uncle Jim,” drawled
the soothing voice of Ted.
“You can't do a thing about it"
counseled Gerald Fosland, a stiff-look-
ing gentleman who never made a mis-
take of speech, or manner, or attire,
“Shucks, Gail!” suddenly remem-
bered Lucile. “The Big Faulkner re
ception is this week, and your gown
was to be so stunning. Don't go
home!"
Mrs. Helen Davies cast on her
feather-brained daughter a glance of
severe reproof.
“Have you no sense of propriety
Lucile?” she warned. “Gall, very nat
urally, cannot remain here under the
circumstances. It does great credit
to her that, immediately upon reallz
ing this horrible occurrence, she tele
graphed to her mother, without con.
sulting any of us, that she was return.
ing.”
“1 just wanted to go home,” sald
Gall, her chin quivering and her preity
throat tremulous with breath pent
from sobbing.
“It'll blow over, Gail,” argued Uncle
Jim, in deep distress because she was
going so soon, If she had only stopped
long enough to pack up, they might
have persuaded her to stay. “Just for
get it, and have a good time.”
“Jim,” ordered the stern voice of
gasped |
Aunt Helen, "will you be kind enough
to see if anyone is out in front?”
“Certainly,” agreed Jim, wondering
why his wife's sister was suddenty so
severe with him.
“It's time to start,” called Ted with
practiced wisdom allowing ten min-
utes for good-bys, parting instructions
and forgotten messages,
The adieus were said. Aunt Grace,
clasping Gall in her arms, began to
sob, out of a full heart and a general
need for the exercise, Gerald Fosland
took the hand of his wife and kissed
it, in most gallant fashion,
“l shall miss you dreadfully,
dear,” he stated
“1 shall be thinking of you”
sponded Arlene, adjusting her vell.
Mrs. Davies ‘drew Arlene
drawing room.
“It was so sweet of you to agree to
accompany Gall,” she observed. “It
would be useless to attempt to influ.
ence her now, but I look to you to
bring her back in a week. Her pros
pects are really too brilliant to be
interrupted by an unfortunate episode
of this nature.”
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my
re.
into the
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One could readily see that no devia.
tion from his routine confronted Ger-
ald Fosland this morning. He had bad
his plunge and his breakfast, his mal
and his paper laid before him, and
yet there was something ghastly about
the feel of the house. It was us if
someones were dead! Gerald Fosland
made as radical a deviation from his
dally life as he ever had done. He
left his mail unopened, after a glance
at the postmark; he left his paper un
gtick, and started to leave
As he passed the door leading
He glanced
over his shoulder, as a guilty
was coming in, then he gently
turned the knob, and entered. A tiny
vestibule, and then a little French-gray
salon, and then a boudoir,
cate blue, and sweet with a faint, dell
Greggory Was the First to Give Out.
cate, evasive fragrance which was like
He did
that he
of feeling which came to awe
not notice, until afterwards,
He went on to the dainty blue bed
and looked earnestly about it
then he went back to the boudoir and
himself on the stiff chair in
rare occasions,
chatted with her He
and remained
Suddenly
drove to Teasdale's They were
out. he was told. They were at Mr
Sargent’s, and he drove straight there
Somehow, he was glad that. since the)
were out, they had gone to Sargent’s.
He was most anxious to see Lucile.
“Just in time to join the mourners,
Gerald,” greeted Ted. “We're doing a
very solemn lot of Gailing.”
“I'll join you with pleasure,” agreed
Gerald, feeling more at home and
light of heart here than he had any:
where during the day. Lucile seemed
particularly near to him
any intimation that Gall expects to
return soon?”
“None at all,” stated Aunt Helen,
with a queer mixture of somberness
and impatience. “She only writes
about what a busy time they are hav:
ing, and how delightfully eager her
friends have been about her, and how
popular Arly is, and such things as
that.”
“Arly is popular everywhere,” stat
ed Gerald, and Lucile looked at him
wonderingly, turning her head very
slowly towards him.
“What do you hear from Arly?” she
inquired, holding up her hand as if
to shield her eyes from the fire, and
studying him curiously from that
shadow.
“Much the same,” he answered; “ex.
cept that she mentions Gail's popular
ity instead of her own. She had her
maid send her another trunkful of
clothing, I believe,” and he fell to
gazing ihto the fireplace,
“1 am very much disappointed in
Arly,” worried Aunt Helen. “1 sent
Arly specifically to bring Gail back In
a week, and they have been gone nine
days!”
“I'm glad they're having a good
time,” observed Jim Sargent “She'll
come back when she gets ready. The
New York pull is something which
hits you In the middle of the night
“Yes, but the season will soon be
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over,” worried Aunt Helen “Gail's
presence here at this time is so lmpor-
tant that 1 do not see how she can
neglect it. It may affect her entire
future life. A second season is never
so full of opportunities as the first
one.”
“Oh, nonsense,” laughed Jim,
“You're a fanatic on matchmaking,
Helen, What you really mean is that
Gall should make a choice out of the
matrimonial market before it has all
been picked over.”
Lucile watched Gerald with intense
interest She could scarcely beileve
the startling idea which had popped
into her head! Gerald's only appar-
ent deviation from his normal attitude
had consisted in abstractedly staring
into the fire, instead of paying polite
attention to everyone
“You scare me,” sald Lucile, still
watching Gerald, “I'm not going to
leave Gail out there any longer. I'm
going to have her back at once.”
Gerald raised his head immediately,
and smiled at her.
“Splendid,” he approved. “Fact of
the matter is,” and he hesitated an
instant, “I'm becoming extremely one
some."
Even Ted detected something
Gerald's tone and in his face,
bluntly commented
you would be lonely without Arly.”
“Yeu isn't it time,” agreed Gerald,
studying the matter carefully
know, both having plenty
| miss her dreadfully.”
“{ think I'll have to get her for you,
Gerald,” promised Luclle,
her hand from in front of her
and smiling at him reassuringly
could smile beautifully just now
eyes,
WAS positively true, and it
her excitedly happy!
had been in love
had never known
detected
made
Fosland
wife, and
now!
wif
bring Gail back with her
:
all over the
with
it unti
vou can work that miraci
sunshine
Jim
neral
You'd
tant
body's blue Allison, J
knew her inquires, with
ing back!
Pn
Sargent It
here since
think Gall was
of New
section
Doct
ybody who
she's con
long faces, when
“What inquired
of
\ do you
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which
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interest
quite ready to
con
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lutely irresistible rem
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Kill Nerves to Cure Neuralgia.
Severe neuralgia can be cured by
the cost is terrible, for the price
the death of the nerve, with paralysis
as the result
Such, in
which Dr
ports to the
Medical association after experiments
made at the Laboratory
brief, is the
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vania.
The alcohol kills not only the nerves
of sensation, but the mot
In a nerve like the sciatic
would be serfous. For the nerve may
remain paralyzed for a year after the
injection of the alcohol
in trifacial neuraigia
caused by a purely
action little importance. The
cure is permanent, but
affords freedom from pain for several
months as a
The ner regenerate just as thes
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The Unwelcome Truth,
“Miss Braddon.
said a publisher, "made $500.000
out of her books, her publisher's share
being $1,500,000
“Miss Braddou's great success, she
once told me, was due to her avoid
ance her books of truth. Truth,
she said, is the one thing the average
novel reader doesn't want. For truth,
you see, is unpleasant.
“She illustrated her point by a wife
who asked her husband:
“ ‘George, how do you like the new
in
“ "Well, my dear ‘to
tell you the truth’
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interrupted. ‘Stop right where you
are. When you begin like that 1 don't
want to hear sou'"™ Washington
Star.
George began,
An Almanac Monopoly.
The sale of almanacs was once a
lucrative monopoly. Queen Elizabeth
granted the sole right to publish “al
manacs and prognostications™ to the
Stationers’ company, and James | ex.
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The monoply ended when the claim
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anywhere —London Chronicle
A Practical Thought.
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tronomer. “that it takes the light of
certain stars millions of years to reach
the earth?
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citizen “1 hadn't heard of that, but
since yon mention it, 'm glad we have
an are light on our corner”
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