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Their Mamed Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M adame jouven’s is in the
very heart of the Latin Quar
ter.
It la a dingy building with a faded,
atrlped awning which shade* the
tables outside, and with low-cellinged
■»oan and saw duet floors within.
T?i© small, round tables are placed
so clone that Madam** 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. hos quaint! Look, the walls
are all covered with sketches!” ex
claimed Helen, a.s 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
light. And everything looks clean”
“Well, art students may thrive on
horse meat, but I don’t want any of
It in mini Remember those shop*
with the gilded 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
find 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 the
Quarter,” was his verdict, when Helen
told him of Marion'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 Marion 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
cover Warren’s lack of It. He had
known Marion 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 thin prejudice.
But 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 and 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’s very good wine.” declared
Marlon, resenting Warren’s sarcasm.
“This Is the best two-franc dinner in
Peris. Every student in the Quarter
swears bv Madame Jouven Look at
the testimonials of our gratitude.”
nodding to the penciled sketches
which covered the walls
“Oh. I w’ftp going to ask you about
those," Interrupted Helen
"Road that one back of you—the
verses are in English.”
Helen turned to a clever sketch of
a lYench 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 oppo«dte wall
was covered with drawings, most of
them caricatures. Some of the verses
were in French, some in English, and
most of them screamingly hinny.
Mimi.
“Hello, what’s that?” demanded
Warren, looking under the table.
“Oh, that’s Mlml,” laughed Marion,
dropping half her sardine on the
TWO WOMEN
SAVED FROM
OPERATIONS
By Lydia E. Pfnkhanrt
Vegetable Compound—
Their Own Stories
Here Told.
W Bestilc^ Ni
ag«j my Wt side bt'gan to pain me
and the pain got so severe at times
that I suffered terribly with It 1
visited three doctors and each one
wanted to operate on mt. but I would
Dot consent to an operation. I heard
of the good Lydia E Plnkham's Vege
table Compound doing for others
And I used several bottles of It, with
the result that I haven't been both
ered with my side since then I am
In good health and I have two little
girls.”—Mrs R B. Child. Beatrice,
fteb.
The Other Case.
Cary. Maine.—"I feel it a doty 1
owe to all suffering women to tell
what Lydia E. Plnkham's Vegetable
Compound did for rr.w One year ago
I found myself a terrible sufferer 1
had pains in both aides and. euch a
soreness I could scarcely straighten
up at times My back ached 7 had
no appetite and was so nervous l
could not sleep, then I would be so
tired mornings that I could scarcely
get around It seemed almost im
possible to more 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, stf\t
lng my symptoms. I commenced
raking Lydia E. Plnkham'e Vegetable
Compound and soon Mt llko a new
woman. I had no pains, slept well,
had good appetite* and ould do al
most all my own work for a family
of four. I shall always feel that J
good health to your Vege-
sawdust floor for the big gray cat.
"Well, I wish ‘Mlml’ would claw the
table's leg instead of mine.”
“Oh, isn’t she a beauty'*” Helen
leaned over to stroke her sleek fur
“We’ve got the most wonderful Per- j
sion cat — Pussy Purrmew She's [
taken three ribbons at the Madison
Square Garden, besides a special- -" I
“Oh. cut It,” broke in Warren. I
"When Helen gets started on Pussy 1
Purrmew you think we had the'
only cat that ever took a prize.”
"He’s Just as proud of her as I
am." teased Helen.
Here a crowd of eight students
came In, nodded to Marlon as they
passed, and with an air of being
quite at home pushed two tables to
gether, seated themselves, and began
rearranging the sliver.
Geniality.
They were all Americans %vho 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 coat.
He needed only the portmanteau
under his arm to complete the pic
ture.
"Yea, that's a caricature he drew
of himself,” smiled Marlon, noticing
Helen’s glance of comparison “He’s
very clever, but he’s too lazy to
work. His folks live somewhere in
Michigan. I believe they're well-off.
and occasionally he gets a rheck from
home. The one next to him Is Paul
Golomore—he had a picture In the
Salon last year. The girl he’s with
Is Elsie Claypool—she does minia
tures.”
The man with the Van Dyke beard
went over to a shelf on which were
a dozen or more napkins In varied
colored rings.
“Get mine! Get mine!” clamored
the others, catching them dexterously
as he tossed them over
“Here’s yours. Marlon. Want it?”
holding It up, poised to throw.
Marlon laughed and shook her
head. “No, I'm company to-night, so
I’m flaunting a fresh one.”
“Oh, all r-i-g-h-t,” with a comic
drawl as he put back the napkin.
Two of the other men had gone
after the claret, glasses, re.llshea and
bread, which with noisy merriment
they distributed around their long
table.
**Oh, yes, when it’s crowded here
we often wait on ourselves,” smiled
Marlon. “And we all have our nap
kin rings—It saves Madame a lot of
laundry.”
Helen was beginning to feel the
charm of It all. and even Warren
unbent somewhat 1n this atmosphere
of geniality and good fellowship.
An 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 wan having a cordial, for
a dinner In Paris however inexpen
sive, is not complete without a cognac,
ani^tte, 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, beat
ing time on the table with their
glassos.
Almost everyone had finished his
dlnneT, but they all still lingered on.
Pome were playing checkers, others
had pushed aside their coffee cups
and wore writing letters. The check
ers and the well-worn portfolios with
the notepaper 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 Ming in a
piping voice. Between the verses she
executed a tottering pas seul.
“That** old Marie Pho 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 art lets
In Paris. And perhaps old Marie
would rather have this vagrant life
and her glass of absinthe,” ns WaTren
and some of the students threw her a
few sous, "than to be shut up In an
old ladies’ home.”
A number of students who had evi
dently dined somewhere else now
cam© in to have a cordial and a chat
at Madame Jouven’s. Every one
seemed to know every 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, but to
Helen’s disappointment Warren re
fused rather curtly to go up.
"Dear, Fm afraid Marlon was hurt,”
as they turned back into the Boule
vard St. Michael. "You were almost
rude.”
“Well, she’d no business to insist.
Phe saw I didn’t want to go. I’ve
hnd enough Bohemianlsm for one
night Where'© that underground sta
tion we saw on the way down?”
"Oh, Warren, we’re not going back
in the underground?”
"Why not?”
"After dinner in the Latin Quarter
—to take the underground? We
might as well be in the subway at
home. It would spoil the atmosphere
of the whole evening.”
"Atmosphere be hanged! Should
think those fellows’d be glad to get
hack 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!”
Playing the Game.
Two Scots met In a golf match. On
I 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 And it.
"Here ’Us. Sandy!” he called.
"Ye’re a leear. Jock!” responded
i Sandy.
"I’m no a leear! Here ’tis!”
"Ye're a leear. for I’ve had it in ma
ipocket for fufteen meeniit!”
THE TUNN
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
1
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By WILLIAM F. KIEK.
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The hundreds who made a com
fortable living snapping for th» j
•craps 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 MacKendree
Allan was, and who was back of him
and where his tunnel would be. All
of these things might nv*an fortunes
to them.
EVEN billions represented at
conference,” the screen an
nounced. In Mg 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
dow'n and nearly knocked from the
roof. Then a photograoh of hpinna-
way. the Injured photographer. Then
moving pictures showing Allan help
ing Mrs Allan Into a cab the next
morning end kissing her good-bye.
"Great announcement!" was the
next sign, and there was a roar of
nervous laughter when the follow
ing appeared:
"G. O. Hunter, broker, books first
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 IjOb Angeles to
8t. Petersburg without reloading—
from another money king that a man
would go to Europe a dozen times
where he went once to-day. And so
on.
But little of this was grist for the
brokers’ mills. Already the news ,*
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? Wlttersteiner?
How would the money be 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 they
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
s secluded comer of the smoking
room, where a window commanded a
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 Alleghenies on the
line for New York.
After Mr. Wtlterstelner had hos
pitably seen to the w'ants 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. Vlttersteiner ?**
The old man chuckled. ”1 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
tersteiner”—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. Witter-
steiner smiled shrewdly.
“A few millions.” confessed the
other wltb 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. Wlttersteiner nodded approv
ingly. “That Is good. He Is a gifted
man—Mr. Allan—a farseelng 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 mm. I hop© 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.”
A Bigger Game.
ry^HARE was a awful funny cuppel
calm to visit Pa & Ma last nlte.
Thare naim was Mister Sc
Missus Blume; I think thare naim
shud have been Gloom. Thay was
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 wud
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 littel Bobbie & malk him cry
I have newer did that yet. sed Pa,
and I hate to start in now.
Oh, I guess thay aint as bad as all
that. Ma sed. Jest go out now
entertain them till I cum.
So Pa Ar me went out into the living
room wile Ma was gltting sum lare
suppe r for the cumpany.
Well, sed Pa to Mister Blume, I see
that Matty won another galm yester
day. He is doing pritty well for a
poor old cripple that is all In, lsent
he? sed Pa.
I do not pay much attention to the
petty triumfs of a baseball player, se 1
Mister Blume. He may be a ldal
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, sed Pa. Wen his starving,
frozen Grand Armee was blundering
back from Moscow he cud look far
enuff ahed to git out of it his9elf, so
he took six of the best horses & the
best carriage & took a bee line for
Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git
hoam the best way thay cud.
Oh, yee, he was a inhuman man, sed
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 thee.
Mister Blume looked at Pa kind or
hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn
red. 1 turned kind of red for him,
but Mister Blume wasent looking at
me, so he dident know that Pa was
lying.
Well, sed Mister Blume, you may
have been in that awful war, 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 moldering in thare
graves, sed Mister Blume.
& the grate wlmmen, too, sed }
Missus Blume. Oh, dear me, what is
this wurld cumming too?
Oh, I think you must be a grata
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 wise man Is wise In his wisdom.
The fool thinks he’s wise in his
folly;
But the high <Sr the low, warever you
go
Are all easy marks for a Jolly.
Do You Know— Up-to-Date Jokes
Private Doughty, 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
flre-box is large enough to hold a
shunting locomotive.
The profession of prompter is more
suited to women than to men, as their
voices carry better across the stag?,
and are less audible in the audito
rium.
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
pains, you know.”
Wedderly—I’d hate to have any
business dealings with Slyker. He’s
too smart.
Singleton—Do you mean to say 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 Amerk-a to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains, with Baerrnann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling at the rate of 118 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 Ilung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men
have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4
Rives finds Baerrnann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baerrnann, 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
lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long.
The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge 1
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes t G the Bark Club to meet Wit- !
tersteiner, 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.
"That is right,” upporved Mr. Wlt
tersteiner "The profits from this
r n estate transaction will not bo in
considerable. but at the same time
you must not forget that it is only a
trifle—a side show. No matter how
great the profit* are, it is simply the
work of a real estate operator. The
game of finance Is different. But. as
I say, It 9peaks 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 him to some promi
nence in the news, and a wealthy old
woman In Chicago undertook his ed
ucation. He told me that watching
the drums L-uljng cages up and dowp
the .‘hafts gave him his first taste
for engineering. Then he went to
work for the electrical people and de
veloped Allanite. 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
hU wife with Miss Lloyd?"
“Yes.”
“Apparently a very charming and
Intelligent woman.”
Rives studied the end of his cigar
ette. “Yes—a very charming wo
man,” he agreed, slowly.
L EAVING the teams to toll along
fhe 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. Less than
a hundred years before aM of the
country they had passed through af
ter leaving Toms River, which was
the temopary chief shipping point,
had been Hand 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 busty and sturdy
young trees all about him marked the
end of the first step in their work of
redemption.
H E dismounted and scrambled uo
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 beyond
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 hint
and scores of men began unlimber-
lng 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 around rang
with the blows of ihc steel, and from
his eyrie 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 she is
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 home
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 feet
to the 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 morpintr—if I know’
Allan. You better stay on the job all
night.”
The Train Arrives.
At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer
from thousands of throats. A train of
50 car9 loaded with cooks, cooking
paraphernalia and provisions, bed
ding. blankets, boxes and bales 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 place.
There was rooflne for less than half
of the laborers, but Allan's agents had
picked this vanguard of the tunnel
army with a view to hardship, and
they curled up in blankets on the
pine needles and slept under the 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 w’ith building materials of
the more perishable sort, and Rives
swore at his carpenters as they toiled
by lantern light to get roofs over it.
The handling was faster than the
roofing, for the top of each car was
packed solid with workmen.
The next train brought a complete
pow’er 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.
“What’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 here 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; ‘Til
shoot some along.”
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