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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M adame jouvens t» in the
very heart of the Latin Quar
ter.
It 1« a dingy building, with a faded,
striped aunlng which shade® the
tables outside, and with low-relllnged
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 <»nly half-pnst six
every table on the terrace was taken.
“Oh. how quaint! Look, 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. “Hut I’m mighty sceptical about
thes»e places where they serve dinner
for only two francs. That’s too
cheap. Something’s wrong. some
thing'* wrong somewhere.”
“Hut Marion said all the art
students came here—It must be all
right. And everything looks clean.”
“Well, art students may thrive on
hors*' meat, but I don’t want Any of
it In mine. Remember those shops
with the gilded horse’s head? I’ll
wag* r these quaint little 'restaurants’
are their prize customers.”
“Don’t, dear—don’t spoil our din
ner," pleaded Helen, glancing Around
for Marion, 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 * iff
at home than living here In th 0
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 Marion now,” eagerly,
as a tall girl In a sailor hat, white
shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came
beaiViing by toward them.
Helen tried to make her cordiality
cover 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 ami too delighted to be with
her to notice Warren aloofness.
One of Madame Jouven’s daughters
now brought them each a plate on
which was a sardine, two flives, one
slice of tomato ana 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 wlnn
with our two-franc dinner?”
“Hut it’s very good wine,” declared
Marion, resenting Warren’s sarcasm
“This is the best two-franc dinner In
Paris. Every student in the Quarter
swears by Madame Jouven. Look at
the testimonials of our gratitude,”
nodding to the penciled sketches
which covered the walls
"Oh, 1 was going to ask you about
those," interrupted Helen.
“Read that one back 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 vers* a
were in French, some In English, and
most of them screamingly funny.
Mirai.
“Hello, what’s that?" demanded
Warren, looking under the table.
“Oh. that’s Mimi,” laughed Marion,
dropping half her sardine on the
TWO WOMEN
saved mu
OPERATIONS
By Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound—
Their Own Storie3
Here Told.
Beatrice, Neb —“Just after my mar-
Tlage ray’ left side began to pain in#
and the pain got so severe at times
that I suffered terribly with It I
visited three doctors and each one
wanted to operate on me. but I would
not consent to an operation. T heard
of the good Lydia E Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound was 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 1 am
in good health and I have two little
girls."—Mrs R H. Child Beatrice
Neb
The Other Case.
Cary, Maine—“I feel it a duty 1
owe to all suffering women to tell
what Lvdla E Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound did for me One year ago
I found myself a terrible sufferer 1
had pains in both sides and such a
soreness I could scarcely straighten
up at times My back Ached. I had
no appetite and was so nervous I
could not sleep, then I would be so
tired mornings that I could scarcely
get around. It seemed almost 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 1 had
better write to you and I did so, stat
ing my symptoms. I commenced
taking Lvdla E. Pinkham’s Vegi* able
Compound and toon felt like a new
woman. I had no pains, s'ept well,
had good appetite and could do al
most all my own work for a family
of four. I shall always feel that I
owe my good health to your Vege-
ihH Com*'O jr ' ” Mrs. liay ward
&U*
sawdust floor for the big gray cat.
"Well, I with ‘Mimi’ would claw the ]
table’w 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- ;
sion cat — Pussy Purrmew. She’s \
taken three ribbons at the Madison j
Square Garden, btsid* » a special " I
“Oh, cut it,” broke in Warren. |
“When Helen gets started on Pussy
Purrmew you think v.e 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 Marion as they
passed, and with an air of being
quite at home puthed two tables to
gether, seated themselves, and began
rearranging the diver.
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 name 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 plc-
t nre.
“Yes, 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 check from
home. The one next to him is Paul
i’olomnre—he had a picture In the
Salon last year. The girl he’s with
Is Elsie Claypool—she does minia
tures.”
The mnn with the Van Dyke beard
went over to n shelf on which were
a dozen or more napkins in varied
colored rings.
"Get mine! Get mine!” clamored
the others, catching them dexterously
at he tossed them over.
“Here’s yours, Marlon. Wont it?”
holding it up. poised to throw.
Marion laughed and shook her
head. “No, I’m company to-night, so
I’m flaunting a fresh one.’’
“< >h. 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 relishes 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 in this atmosphere
of geniality and good fellowship.
As the dinner consisted only of
relishes, soup, flsh, chicken, salad and
cheese, the possibility of horse-meat
was eliminated.
Marion 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 In Paris however inexpen
sive. is not complete without a cognac,
anisette, 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
glasses.
Almost everyone had finished his
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 ana 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 ring 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 artists
In Paris. And perhaps old Marie
would rather have this vagrant life
ami 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 number of students who had evi
dently dined somewhere else now
came in to have a cordial and a chat
at Madame Jouven’s, Kv* ry one
seemed to know every one else.
It was after ten before they left.
Marion insisted on their coining 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 Marlon 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 Bohemianlsm for one
night Where’s 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 th? Latin Quarter
—to take the underground? W**
might as well he in the subway at
home. It would spoil the atmosphere
of the whole evening.”
“Atmosphere be hanged! Should
think those fellows’d he glad to get
hick to less atmosphere and more
civilization. This T^atin 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 Scats 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 find 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 tind it.
“Here 'tis. Sandy!” ho called.
“Ye’re a leear, Jock!” responded
Sandy.
*Tm no a leear! Here ’tis!"
“Ye’re a leear, for I’ve had it In ma
ipocket for fufteen meenits!”
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The hundreds who made a com
fortable living snapping for the !
scraps that fell from the financial j
orgies of the great, watched the i
great screens in front of the news
paper offices far into th** night. They i
wanted to know who MacKendree j
Allan was, un«l who was hack of him
and where his tunnel would be. All
of these things might mean fortunes
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EN billions represented at
conference,” the screen an
nounced, in big black letters
egnipst the blinding white.
But the first big sensation came
wihf»n the following appeared?
“Europe will be a suburb of New
York, says C. H. Lloyd!”
Another paper showed in moving
pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft
at the momentous conference in his
monoplane, and supplementary pho
tographs and sentences to show how
the operator of th** machine was run
down and nearly knocked from the
of. Then a photogranh of Spinna-
way the Injured photographer. Th**q
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, books first
passage on llrst train through tun
nel.”
Great Possibilities.
In quick succession came state
ments from the Secretary of Com
munications that the tunnel woqid
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 Los Angeles to
St. 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 he slipping away every
second. Who was going to lead the
financing? Lloyd? Witterstelner ?
How would the money be raised—In
the open market? What would the
capitalization be—the bond issue?
Dthers than the small fry brokers
were busy that nigh'*. The great
Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw
Its control of the sen traffic headed
for a tremendous disaster If the great
plan should prove feasible. The heads
of this great combine were among th,*
few excluded from the conference,
omitted from Lloyd’s Invitation list
With their friends and allies they j
ere deep in a council of war, laying i
shrewd plans to grease the wheels o!'
International politics so that they
would operate against the tunnel.
Rives found the elderly financier In
secluded corner of the smoking
room, where a window commanded .»
view of the Jersey hills and the air
ships winking and flashing against
the sky and the occasional upw trd
Uaping shafts <*f light that guide 1
them across the Afieghenles on the
line for New York.
After Mr. Wtltersteiner had hos
pitably seen to the wants of his guest
as to liquid and nicotine refreshment
he nodded to a disordered profusion
>f telegrams scattered on the little
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. Mi. 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. Wit-
terstelner” he began, but the old
man interrupted him with a gesture.
"Tut. tut I You need not defend
him—it was perfectly obvious, hut
It is the obvious that the small man
overlooks. ( It augurs well for the suc
cess of the main plan that the manat
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-
steiner smiled shrewdly.
A few millions.” confessed the
other with a laugh. “1 never should
have thought about it. but I am being
kidnaped into slave labor, and Al
lan let me In as balm to ruffled eas*e.”
Mr. Witterstelner 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 would
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
r>f anything but that Mr. Lloyd and
his allies shall conduct the financing
in their own way with the proper
safeguards for himself.”
nHARE was a awful funny cuppel
cairn to visit Pa & Ma last nite.
Thare naim was Mister Ac
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 vvud 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 lit tel Bobbie & maik him cry
I have newer did that yet, sed Pa,
and I hate to start An now.
Oh, I guess thay aint as bad as all
that. Ma sed. Jest go out now .'c
entertain them till I cum.
So Pa me went out into the living
room wile Ma was gltting sum late
supper for the cumpany.
Well, sed Pa to Mister Plume. I see
that Matty won another gaim 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 trlumfs of a baseball player, se 1
Mister Blume. He may be a id3l
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 n far-
sited man, sed Pa. Wen his starving,
frozen Grand Armee was blundering
back from Moscow he cud lo.ok far
enuff ahed to git out of it hisself, so
he took six of the best horses & the
best carriage A took a bee line for
Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git
hoam the best way thay cud.
* )h, yes, he was a Inhuman man.
Mister Blume. He waded to his rri-
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 dldent git no medals, al
though he was intitled 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 Rlume wa’sent 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
w r e begin to think one of them is
grate, up cums a inquiry & somebodv
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 wimmen, too, sed
Missus Blume. 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 wise man is wise In his wisdom.
The fool thinks he’s wise in his
folly;
But the high & the low, warever you
go
Are all easy marks for a Jolly.
Do You Know-—
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
fire-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.
Up-to-Date Jokes
pretty baby of
-what is it, a
Tutter—Awfully
yours, Bender, but-
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 Slvker. He’s
too smart.
Singleton—Do you mean to stay 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 Hives, who is in charge of the technical work- ^
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel f
trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No 4. They i
are traveling at the rate of 1 IS miles an hour. Hives is in love with )
Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the r
great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean (
Rives nets out of th<* train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to.burst. There >
is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Hives Is badly wounded. (
He Mutrg'Ts through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men s
have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4. )
Hives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild moH of frantic men who want (
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann. ami the train slides out. S
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 Hives 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 tyi-ves want him to take charge
of the actual work. Hives accepts. Rives goes to the Park 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.
A Bigger Game.
“That is right.” apporved Mr Wit-
tersteiner. “The profits from this I
real estate transaction will not be in- |
considerable, but at the same time
you must not forget that it is only a j
trifle—a side show . No matter how |
great the profits are, It is simply the ,
>rk of a real estate operator. The 1
game of finance in different. But. as !
1 say. it speaks well for him. I am j
glad that he Is not merely an engi- ,
eor. 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 moat of it caved In.
That brought him to some promi
nence in the new?, and a wealthy old
woman In Chicago undertook his ed
ucation He told me that watching
the drums hauling cages up and down
the ehafta 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
his wife with Mims Lloyd?"
"Yes.”
“Apparently a very charming and
intelligent woman.”
Rives studied the end of his eigar
ette. "Yes -a very charming wo
man.” he agreed, slbwly.
I EAVING the teams to toil 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*. Less than
a hundred years before ail of the
country they had passed through af
ter leaving Toms River, which was
the temopary chief shipping point,
had been *«nd 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 trees nil about him marked the
end of the first step in their work of
redemption.
H E dismounted and scrambled in
one of these that grew on a hit
of rising ground, a sand-dune
of twenty years before. Far to the
southeast he could see the tall chim
neys aiiii the smoke of Toms Riv r
and mark the shipping in the canal,
where once had been the desolate
fiats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond
that a faint strip of the blue Al
la ntic.
For a long time he sat dangling hi-<
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 unlimher-
ing tripods and marking stakes. Wag
on aft* r 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 the steel, and from
his eyrie it seemed to Rives that some !
invisible giant was stalking through i
the woodland, sweeping a mighty j
scythe.
The least wooded portions were first
assailed, and as fast as the surveyors J
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 th** 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 j
bedroom which was to be his home I
for the next few weeks.
But most particularly he gave at- I
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.” J
"You have to.” Rives told him |
blandly. “If it isn't through so you
can get freight started out here be-
I fore dark, you’ll be swamped worse
than that in the morning—if 1 know |
Allan. You better stay on the job all I
night."
The Train Arrives.
At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer
I from thousands of throats. A train of
j 50 car9 loaded with cooks, cooking
j paraphernalia and provisions, bed
ding. blankets, boxes and bales of all
lorts drew up to the camp and began
discharging in a feverish hurry.
It was 9 o’clock before the camp
I was fed, and Rives gave orders that
every man was to get as much sleep
j as he could, as quickly as he could
| and in the most convenient place.
There was roofin^ 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 slert 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 tho 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.
The handling was faster than the
roofing, for the top of each oar was
packed solid with workmen.
The next train brought a complete
power plant, which was to he used
until the bigger plants could be in
stalled, and by the 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-htimorously.
“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; "I’ll
shoot some along."
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