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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M adame jouven*s i* m the
very heart of the Latin Quar
ter.
It Is a dingy building, with a faded,
striped awning which shade# the
tables outside, and with low-celllnged
rooms and sawdust floors within.
The small, round tables are placed
so close that Madame Jouven and her
three daughters who serve you, can
hardly squeeze through.
Although It was only half-past six
every table on the terrace was taken.
"Oh, how quaint! Iyook. the walls
are all covered with sketches!" ex
claimed Helen, as one of Madame
Jouven’s daughters led them Inside.
"Quaint enough," grumbled War
ren "But I'm mighty sceptical about
these places where they serve dinner
for only two francs. That’s too
cheap. Something’s wrong, some
thing’s wrong somewhere”
"But Marlon said all the art
students came here—It must be all
right. And everything looks clean "
"Well, art students may thrive on
horse meat, but I don’t want any of
It In mine. Remember those shops
with the glided horse’s head? I’ll
wager these quaint little ’restaurants'
are their prize customers "
“Don’t, dear—don’t spoil our din
ner," pleaded Helen, glancing around
for Marlon, who had said they would
And her there any night.
Warren had come most reluctantly.
He had been very unresponsive to
Helen's enthusiastic account of the
meeting with her old school friend.
"She’d be a blamed sight better off
at home than living here In th rt
Quarter," was his verdict, when Helen
told him of Marlon's studio and her
Independence.
Marion Arrives.
Warren was never In sympathy
with "careers" for women. He
thought their place was In the home
and never lost an opportunity of say
ing SO.'
"Oh. there’s Marlon now," eagerly,
as a tall girl In a sailor hat, white
shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came
beaming by toward them.
Helen tried to make her cordiality
rover Warren’s lack of It. He had
known Marlon only slightly In the
old school days, and now' he was un
doubtedly prejudiced against her work
and her Bohemian life. Possibly
Helen's admiration and enthusiasm
increased this prejudice
Hut Marlon was too genuinely fond
of Helen and too delighted to he with
her to notice Warren aloofness.
One of Madame Jouven’s daughters
now brought them each a plate on
which was a sardine, two olives, one
slice of tomato ann two tiny radishes.
In a two-franc dinner the food must
be served In very exact portions. She
also brought three pint bottles of
claret, with a dab of red wax over
each cork.
"So we get a bottle of sealed wine
with our two-franc dinner?”
"But It’* very good wine,” declared
Marlon, resenting Warren’s sarcasm
"This is the best two-franc dinner in
Paris. Every student in the Quarter
swears hv Madame Jouven. Look at
the testimonials of our gratitude."
nodding to the penciled sketches
which covered the walls.
"Oh, I was going to ask you nbout
those," Interrupted Helen
"Read that one hack of you—the
verses are in English."
Helen turned to a clever sketch of
a French ballet girl, pirouetting on
one toe. The verse underneath she
read aloud:
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Here’s to keep you as you are
Twinkle now, for you’ll grow fat,
And stars don’t twinkle after that!"
Even Warren grinned an appreci
ative, "That’s not bad "
"Some of the best ones are on the
other side.’’ said Marlon.
Every Inch of the opposite wall
was covered with drawings most of
them caricatures. Some of the verses
were in French, some in English, and
most of them screamingly funny.
Mimi.
"Hello, what’s that?" demanded
Warren, looking under the table.
"Oh, that’s Mimi," laughed Marlon,
dropping half her sardine on the
TWO WOMEN
SAVED FROM
OPERATIONS
By Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound—
Their Own Stories
Here Told.
Beatrice, Neb —-Just after mv mar
riage my left aide began te pain me
and the pain got «o severe at times
that I Buffered terribly with It. 1
'visited three doctors and each one
■wanted to operate on me, but 1 would
not consent to an operation. I heard
of the good Lydia E Pfnkham'a Vege
table Compound wa, doing for others
and I used several bottle* of It. with
the result that 1 haven't been both
ered with my side since then I am
In good health and 1 have two little
#ir!s."—Mra. R B. Child Beatrice
Keb.
Th* Other Case.
Cary, Maine —"I feel It a doty 1
owe to all suffering women to tell
what Lydia B. Plnkham'a Vegetable
Compound did for me One year ago
I found rayeelf a terrible *ufferer 1
had pains In both *ldee and «uch a
aoreneaa I could scarcely straighten
up at times My back ached, f had
Ho appetite and wa* *o nervous 1
could not sleep, then I would he so
tired mornings that I could scarcely
get around. It seemed slmoet Im
possible to move or do a bit of work
and I thought I never would be any
better until I submitted to an opera
tion. but my husband thought I had
better write to you and I did so, stat
ing my symptom* I commenced
taking Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound and soon felt like a nsw
woman. I had no pains, slept well,
had good appetite end could do al
most all my own work for a family
a.' four I shall always feel that I
r-we mv gnojJ health to your Vege
ta: n-ai :r Mrs. ilaj e«rd
fenCSSk &&* skttiC> —
sawdust floor for the big gray cat.
"Well, I wish ‘Mimi’ would claw the
table’* leg Instead of mine "
"Oh, Isn’t she a beauty?’’ Helen
leaned over to stroke her sleek fur.
"We’ve got the mos* wonderful Per-
slon cat — PiiHHy Purrmew. She’*
taken three ribbons at the Madison
Square Garden, beside* a special
"Oh, cut it," broke in Warren.
"When Helen get* started on Buss.'-
Purrmew you think we had the
only cat that ever took a prize."
"He's Just as proud of her ns I
am," teased Helen
Here a crowd of eight students
came In, nodded to Marion as they
passed, and with an air of being
quite at home pushed two table* to
gether, seated themselves, and began
rearranging the Mllver.
Geniality.
They were all Americans who had
evidently been long In the Quarter.
Helen Instantly noticed a marked
resemblance In one of the men to a
large cartoon on the side of the wall
under which was scrawled "A Type.”
He had the same closely-trimmed
Van Dyke beard, the same slouch
hat. flowing tie and black velvet cost
He needed only the portmanteau
under hi? arm to complete the pic
ture.
"Yes, that’s a caricature he drew
of himself," smiled Marlon, noticing
Helen's glance of comparison "He’s
very clever, but he’s toA lazy to
work. His folks live wmewhor* In
Michigan I believe they’re well-off.
and occasionally he gets a check from
home. The one next to him Is Paul
t'olomore -he had a picture In the
Salon last year. The girl he’s with
Is Elsie riaypool she doe* minia
ture*’’
The man with the Van Dyke heard
went over to a shelf on which were
a dozen or more napkins In varied
colored rings.
"Get mine! Get mlnef" clamored
the others, catching them dexterously
a* he tossed them over
"Here’s yours, Marion. Want It?"
holding It up, poised to thrfu
Marlon laughed v and shook her
head. "No, I’m company to-night, so
I’m flaunting a fre*h one."
"Oh, all r-1 g-h-t," wMth a comic
drawl as he put back the napkin
Two of the other men had gone
after the claret, glasses, relishes and
bread, w-hlch with noisy merriment
they distributed around their long
table.
"Oh. yes, w r hen It’s crow'ded here
we often wait on ourselves," smiled
Marlon. "And we all have our nap
kin rings -It save* Madame a lot of
laundry."
Helen w-ns beginning to feel the
charm of It all. and even Warren
unbent somewhat In this atmosphere
of geniality and good fellowship.
A* the dinner consisted only of
relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad and
cheese the possibility of horse-meat
was eliminated.
Marlon suggested that they take
their coffee and liquor out to one of
the now vacant tables on the terrace.
Everyone was having a cordial, for
a dinner !n Parts however Inexpen
sive. Is not complete without a cognac,
an\**tt«\ menthe. or grenadine.
Old Marie.
The group of American students
at the long table grew' more merry.
Every now and then they broke Into
a chorus of some popular song, heat
ing time on the table with their
glasses.
Almost evervone had finished h1s
dinner, but they all still lingered on.
Some were playing checkers, others
had pushed aside their coffee cups
and were writing letters. The check
ers ann the well-worn portfolios with
the notepnper and pink blotters were
supplied by Madame
These Latin Quarter restaurants
are not merely places to eat, for
they contribute much to the social
life of the student
A little old woman, bent and shriv
elled. now paused In the street before
the terrace and began to *ing In a
piping voice. Between the verses she
executed a tottering pas seul.
"That’s old Marie She used to be
a famous dancer at the opera.”
"But surely some society would take
care of her," asked Helen.
Marion shrugged her shoulders
"There’s so many worn-out artl*ts
In Paris. And perhaps old Marie
would rather have this vagrant life
and her glass of absinthe.’’ as Warren
and some of the students threw her a
few sous, "than to be shut up In an
old ladles’ home"
A numher of student- who had evi
dently dined somewhere else now
came In to have a cordial and a chat
at Madame Jouven’s. Every one
seemed to know everv one else.
It was after ten before they left.
Marlon Insisted on their coming to
her studio They walked with her to
the gate of the old garden, hut to
Helen’s disappointment Warren re.
fused rather curtly to go up.
"Dear. I’m afraid Mnrlon was hurt.’*
as they turned back Into the Boule
vard St. Michael. "You were almost
rude.”
"Well, she’d no business to Insist.
She saw 1 didn’t want to go. I’ve
had enough Bohemiantsm for one
night Where’s that underground sta
tion we saw on the way down?"
"Oh. Warren, we're not going hack
In the underground?”
"Why not?"
"After dinner In th? Latin Quarter
—to take the underground** We
might as well be In the subway at
home It would spoil the atmoaphere
of the whole evening.”
“Atmosphere be hanged! Should
think those fellows’d be glad to get
back to less atmosphere and more
civilization. This T^atln Quarter life’s
only camping out."
"But dear, their work—their ca
reers—"
"Careers! If a few of those yaps
would cut their hair, shake their
greasy velvet Jackets, and go back
home, they might make a decent liv
ing, which is a whole lot more than
they’ll do here!"
THE TUNNE1
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
flPrnm Offrwus of Pe-nh!t*n*rmai»i»—
fVrmin Copyright. I® 1 ®- , *
richer Verlig, Berlin English translation and
■ in la t on by
The hundreds who made a com
fortable living snapping for th<
scraps that fell from the financial
orgies of the great, watched the
great screens In front of the news
paper offices far into the night. They
wanted to know who MacKendrse
Allan was, and who was back of him
and where his tunnel would be. All
of these things might mean fortunes
to them.
( iQEVEN
O confpr
Playing the Game.
Two Scots met In a golf match. On
one side of the course there was a
high railway embankment. Over this
railway it happened Jock drove his
ball.
They hunted for It a long time, but
could not And it
Sandy wanted Jock to give It up.
but Jock wouldna, for a lost ball
means a lost hole.
Finally Jock took a new ball frae
his poke, dirtied It. and pretended
| to find it.
"Here ’tis. Sandy'” he called,
j "Ye’re a leear, Jock!” responded
i Sandy.
"I’m no a leeaV* Here ’tis!"
"Ye're a le<wr for I've hai it in ma
pocket for fuiteen meenits!"
blllipns represented it
rencc," the screen an
nounced, In big black letters
against the blinding white.
But the first big sensation came
when the following appeared:
"Europe will be a suburb of New
York, says C. H. Lloyd!"
Another paper showed In moving
picture* the arrival of Vanderstyfft
at the momentous conference In his
monoplane, and supplementary pho
tographs and sentences to show how
the operator of the machine was run
• down and nearly knocked from the
roof. Then a photograoh of Bpinna-
wav the Injured photographer. Then
moving pictures showing Allan help
ing Mrs. Allan Into a cab the next
morning and kissing her good-bye.
"Great announcement!" was the
next sign, and there was a roar of
nervous laughter when the follow
ing appeared:
G. Hunter, broker, hooka flr.it
passage on first train through tun
nel."
Great Possibilities.
In quick succession came state
ments from the Secretary of Com
munications that the tunnel would
save a year In the life of every busi
ness man—from a famous tobacco
merchant that a carload of goods
could be shipped from Log Angeles to
St. Petersburg without reloading—
from another money king that a man
would g<> to Europe a dozen tlm°s
where he went once to-day. And so
on.
But little of this was grist for the
brokers’ mills. Already the news if
Allan’s real estate operations was
more or less substantially before them
—one great opportunity snapped up.
Others might be slipping away every
second. Who was going to lead the
financing? Lloyd? Wltterstelner ?
How would the money he raised—In
the open market? What would the
capitalization be—the bond Issue?
Others than the small fry brokers
were busy that night. The great
Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw
Its control of the sea traffic headed
for a tremendous disaster If the great
plan should prove feasible. The heads
of this great combine were among the
few excluded from the conference,
omitted from Lloyd's Invitation list
With their friends and allies th?y
were deep In a council of war, laying
shrewd plans to grease the wheels of
International politics so that they
would operate against the tunnel.
Rives found the elderly financier in
a secluded corner of the smoking
room, where a window commanded .1
view of the Jersey hills and the air
ships winking and flashing against
the sky and the occasional upward
leaping shafts of light that guided
them across the A n eghenles on the
line for New York.
After Mr. Wtlterstelner had hos
pitably seen to the wants of his guest
as to liquid and nicotine refreshment
he nodded to a disordered profusion
of telegrams scattered on the littlo
table among the bottles and cigarette
boxes.
"Your friend. Mr. Allan," he ob
served with a quaint smile, "has no:
let any grass grow' under his feet."
Rives feigned a puzzlement that
was not all real.
• "In what way. Mr. Y Itterstelner ?*’
The old man chuckled. "I have
been getting some information from
some of my European agents about
his activities In the real estate field."
Rives Surprised.
Rives could hardly conceal his em
barrassment. "Why, surely, Mr. Wlt
terstelner"—he began, but the* old
man Interrupted him with a gesture.
"Tut, tut! You need not defend
him—It was perfectly obvious, but
It Is the obvious that the small man
overlooks. It augurs well for the suc
cess of the main plan that the man at
the head of it Is prompt and clear
headed."
"I am glad you feel that way about
It," said Rives, with some relief.
"You are interested?" Mr. Wltter
stelner smiled shrewdly.
"A few millions." confessed the
other with a laugh. “I never should
have thought about It, but I am being
kidnaped Into slave labor, and Al
lan let me In as balm to ruffled ease."
Mr. Wltterstelner nodded approv
ingly "That Is good. He Is a gifted
man Mr Allan—a farseeing man.
He will go far. But," he added
gravely, "I hope not too far."
"How do you mean?" asked Rives
quickly.
“Why, it was very shrewd of him
to select for the entrance sites deserts
and waste places where the land
could be had for a song, but It w'ould
not do to try that same principle with
the stock of the company—It would
not do for him. 1 hope he will re
member that older and more respon
sible heads are concerned.”
i am sure that Allan has no Idea
of anything but that Mr Lloyd and
his allies shall conduct the financing
In their own way with the proper
safeguards for himself."
I A Bigger Game.
"That is right,” apporved Mr. Wlt
terstelner. "The profits from this
real estate transaction will not be In
considerable. but at t£>e same time
you must not forget that It is only a
trfifle—a side show. No matter how
great the profits are, it is simply the
work of a real estate operator. The
eame of finance Is different. But, as
I say, It speaks well for him. I am
glad that he is not merely an engi
neer. You have known him long?"
"Ever since our college days."
"He is of a wealthy family?”
"Not by a long shot!” declared
Rives, with energy. "He worked in a
coal mine when he was twelve years
old and was the only man in the
mine with brains enough to find a
way out when most of it caved in.
That brought hlgi to some promi
nence In the news, and a wealthy old
woman in Chicago undertook his ed
ucation He told m<> that . watching
the drums hauling cages up and dowp
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
mJmm
T
"AHARE was a awful funny cuppel
cairn to visit Pa & Ma last nlte.
Thare naim was Mister At
Missus Blume; I think thare nalm
shud have been Gloom. Thay whs
both of them as sad as if the wurld
was cumming to a end.
I knew' that Pa dident like them,
beekaus he is awful jolly moast of
the time, but Ma sed that thay was
old friends of the fambly so thay wu l
have to be entertained.
I wud be glad to entertain them,
Pa sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but
thay look so sad that I doant know
what to do for their plesur, inless I
spank 11 ttel Bobble & malk him cry
I have newer did that yet. sed Pa,
and I hate to start in now'.
Oh, I guess thay aint as had as all
that. Ma sed. Jest go out now Ai
entertain them till I cum.
So Pa & me went out Into the living
room wile Ma was gltting sum la.e
supper for the cumpany.
Well, sed Pa to Mister Plume, I see
that.Matty won another galm yester
day. He Is doing prltty well for a
poor old cripple that Is all In, Isent
he? sed Pa.
I do not pay much attention to the
petty triumfs of a baseball player, sed
Mister Blume. .He may be a Id >1
among the unthinking, but was Cae
sar a baseball player? No. He was
a grate general!
Oh, I see, sed Pa, you want to talk
about generals. Well, sir, I think that
Napolyun was about the niftiest gen
eral that ever told his men to go &
git drilled by bullets. He was a far-
sited man, s ft d Pa. Wen his starving,
frozen Grand Armee was blundering
back from Moscow he cud look far
enuff ahed to git out of it hisself, s>
he took six of the be*st horses A the
best carriage & took a bee line for
Paris, leeving hts poor soljers to git
hoam the best way thay cud.
Oh, yes, he was a Inhuman man, sei
Mister Blume. He waded to his trl-
umfs thru a sea of blood, of blood,
blood, blood. Then Mister & Missus
Blume looked awful blue & sad.
Pa sed he had been In a awful war,
too, but dident git no medals, al
though he was lntitled two them.
Mister Blume looked at Pa kind of
hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn
red. I turned kind of red for him,
but Mister Blume wasent looking at
me, so he dldent know that Pa was
lying.
Well, sed Mister Blume, you may
have been in that awful w'ar, but.
wether you were or not, thare were
reely grate men In those days, & the
peepul reely loved them. Now we
have no reely grate men. Jest wen
we begin to think one of them Is
grate, up cums a Inquiry A. somebody
produces a lot of canceled checks. &
the grate man’s naim Is mud. The
grate men are all molderlng In.thare
graves, sed Mister Blume.
& the grate wlmmen. too, sed
Missus Rlume. Oh, dear me, what Is'
this wurld cumming too?
Oh, I think you must be a grate
woman, I toald Missus Blume. Then
she reely smiled & called me a deer
littel man. It made me think’of a
littel verse I herd on the stage:
The w'ise man is wise in h1s wisdom,
The fool thinks he’s wise In his
folly;
But the high & the low', warever you
’ 3° »
Are all easy marks for a Jolly.
Do You Know-—
Private Doughtv, of the Royal Ma
rine Light Infantry, completed a re
markable piano-playing performance
at the East Cowes Town Hall re
cently. having played without a stop
for 25 hours. Doughty finished re
markably fresh, his only food having
been a few' hard-boiled eggs, grapes*,
and a little milk, relieved by an oc
casional puff at a cigarette.
The most powerful locomotive In
the world has just been built by the
American Locomotive Company for
a Virginia railroad. It can haul 155
loaded 50-ton capacity goods trucks
at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen
driving wheels. The locomotive and
tender weigh 752,000 pounds, and the
fire-box Is large enough to hold a
shunting locomotive. •
The profession of prompter Is more
suited to w'omen than to men, hs their
voices carry better across the stage,
and are less audible in the audito
rium.
Up-to-Date Jokes
Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of
yours, Bender, but—er—what is It, a
boy or a girl?
Bender—Can't you tell It’s a girl?
"No. How on earth do you tell?”
"Can’t you see? She’s reaching up
to put her mother’s hat on straight."
"Oh, doctor, I feel so discouraged—
whooping cough, measles, mumps,
and croup, one after the other, and
now my child is ill again!”
"Why, the boy’s a genius!"
"A genius?”
"Yes—infinite capacity for taking
pafins, you know.”
Wedderly—I’d hate to have any
business dealings with Slyker. lie’s
too smart.
Singleton—Do you mean to *ay that
you consider him smarter than your
self?
Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he
had a chance to marry my wife—but
he didn’t.
An Aeroplane View of “Tunnel City.
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who Is In charge of the technical work- )
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel ?
trains, with Baermann,* an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They <
are traveling at the rate of 111 miles an hour. Rives is in love with >
Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the ?
great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean \
Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There ;
is a frightful explosion Men are flung to death and Rives Is badly wounded. <
!b> staggers through the moke, realizing that about 3,000 men s
have probably perished. He. and oher survivors get to Station No. 4 ;
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of fratiTlc men who want '(
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann. and the train slides out, <
The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest /
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. (
Lloyd, “The Money King." John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al- )
lari. Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent. Allan tells the company of his project f*r a tunnel 3J00 miles long.
The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wlt
terstelner a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being
flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it.
Now Go On With the Story.
the sfaafts gave him his first taste
for engineering. Then he went to
work for the electrical people and de
veloped Allanlte. I helped him to
finance it and that gave him a mod
erate fortune. Since that time he has
worked continuously on his tunnel
project."
"Truly a remarkable history," ob
served the old man. ‘ And that was
his wife with MIms Lloyd?"
"Tis."
"Apparently a very charming and
Intelligent woman.”
Rives studied the end of his clear
ette "Yes—a very charming wo
man,” he agreed, slowly.
I
EAVTNG the teams to toll along
the sandy by-roads behind him
Rives cantered forward on his
wiry little polo pony to look over the
ground.
It was the last bit of unclaimed
land In the Jersey plains*. I.ess than
a hundred years before all of the
country they had passed through af
ter leaving Toms River, which was
the teinopary chief shipping point,
had been stand waste and scrub pine.
Now It was the most fertile garden
land in the world. On the site of the
tunnel entrance the government for
esters had been busy and sturdy
young tree* all about him marked the
end of the first step In their work of
redemption.
H’
E dismounted and scrambled up
one of these that grew on a bit
of rising ground, a sand-dune
of twenty years before. Far to the
southeast he could see the tall chim
neys and the smoke of Toms River
and mark the shipping in the canal,
where once had been the desolate
flats of Barnegat Bay And beyoni
that a faint strip of the blue At
lantic.
For a long time he sat dangling his
legs from a limb and gazed out across
the country until presently dusty col
umns of wagons closed In around him
and scores of men began unlimber
ing tripods and marking stakes. Wag
on after wagon came up and dis
charged Its load of men and equip
ment—axes for the most part -and
soon the woods for miles ground rang
with the blo\ss of the stee\ and from
his evrle it seemed to Rives that some
invisible giant was stalking through
the woodland, sweeping a mighty
scythe*
The least wooded portions were first
assailed, and as fast as the surveyors
Indicated the places temporary sheJs
sprang up as If they had leaped from
the ground. The smoke of a hundred
fires went up into the clear summer
air.
And Rives was In the thick of It,
directing gangs of axmen, hurrying
the cooks and the carpenters, dashing
off across the country toward Lake-
wood to "jack up” the mei who were
running the temporary telephone line
that should have been completed by
daybreak. By 11 o’clock the line was
into the little combination office and
bedroom which was to be his homo
for the next few weeks.
But most particularly he gave at
tention to the two steel rails that
were thrusting themselves toward
him from Toms River, a thousand feot
to th> hour. \
"Allan is swamping me here at the
terminal.” Wilson telephoned. "I can’t
handle everything that’s coming hero
and see that the line goes through.”
“You have to,” Rives told him
blandly. “If it isn’t through so you
can get freight started out here be
fore dark, you’ll be swamped worse
than that in the morning—If I know
Allan. You better stay on the job a!l
I night."
J The Train Arrives.
At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer I
J from thousands' of throats., A train of |
j 50 cars loaded with cooks, cooking j
paraphernalia and provisions, bed
ding, blankets, boxes and bale? of all
! sorts drew up to the camp and began
| discharging in a feverish hurry.
It was 9 o’clock before the camp
was fed. and Rives gave orders that
every man was to get as much sleep
as he could, as quickly as he could
and in the most convenient plac*».
I There was roofin^ for less than half
of the laborers, but Allan ? agents had
picked this vanguard of the tunnel
army with a view to hardship, and
they curled up In blankets on the
1 pine needles and slejji uUit stars.
At 4 o’clock the camp was roused
by the whistle of a locomotive. Wil-
son, working all night with the help
of most of the freight masters at
Toms River and his own men, had
started another train of a hundred |
cars and telephoned that more would
be along in a few hours.
"Get those cars unloaded and shoot
’em back to me as quickly as you
can,” he telephoned to Rives. "Allan
is not only using all of our private
cars," but all he can steal from the
railroads, and the traffic manager is
beginning to holler ‘Murder! watch!’ "
These were freight cars loaded to
the roofs with building materials of
the more perishable sort, and Hives
swore at his carpenters as they toiled
by lantern light to get roofs over it. I
The handling was faster than the
roofing, for the top of each car was
packed solid with workmen.
The next train brought a complete j
power plant, which was to be used
until the bigger plants could be in
stalled, and by th e time it arrived
the concrete bases for the dynamos
were beginning to dry.
It was terrific pace. The run of a
few short miles from Toms River
gave Wilson a big advantage, and. in
spite of his furious efforts, the
freight piled up beside the tracks.
Rives got Allan on the telephone In
New York.
Wnat's the matter?" he demanded,
only half-humorously.
“Well— what is the matter?" de
manded Allan.
"Where are the workmen?”
"What workmen?"
"Why, I’ve only got about four
thousand lure now, and they can't
handle the freight and put up the
buildings fast enough, let alone do
any real work. Get some men!”
"All right," laughed Allan; "I’ll
shoot some along."
To B© Continued To-morrow.
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