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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M adamk jouvens U in the
very heart of the Latin Quar
ter.
It U a dingy building with a faded,
striped awning which shafjei* the
tables outside, and with low-ceilinged
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 sit
every table on the terrace was taken
“Oh. how quaint! Look, th»- walls
hto all covered with sketches!" ex
claimed Helen, as one of Madame
Jouven’s daughters led them insidt
"Quaint enough." grumbled War
ren “Hut I'm mighty scepth al about
these places where they s< rve dinner
for only two francs. That's too
cheap. Something's wrong, some
thing's wrong somewhere"
"But Marion said all the art
students came here - it must be all
right. And everything looks clean.’’
“Well, art students may thrive on
horse meat, Hut I don’t want any of
it In mine. Remember those shops
with the glided horse’s head? f'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.
“Phe’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 n%ver lost an opportunity of say
ing HO.
“Oh. there's Marion now,” eagerly,
as a tall girl In a sailor hat, white
shirtwaist ami blue serge skirt, came
beaming 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 tljia prejudice.
But Marion was ton genuinely fond
of Helen and ton 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 olives, one
■live of tomato ami two tiny radishes.
In a two-franc dinner the food must
be served in very exurt 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 wina
With our two-franc dinner?"
"But Jt’e very good wine,” declared
Marlon, resenting Warren’s sarcasm.
“Tills 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.
"(>h, I whh going to ask you about
those,” interrupted Helen.
"Read that one back of you—the
versos are in English.”
. Helen turned to a clever sketch of
a French ballet girl, pirouetting on
one toe. The verse underneath she
road aloud:
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Here’s to keep you hh you ure
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 beat ones are on the
other side,” said Marion.
Every Inch of the opposite wall
was covered with drawing*, 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 Mlmi," laughed Marion,
dropping half her surdlne on the
TWO WOMEN
SAVED FROM
OPERATIONS
By Lydia E. Pinkh&m’a
Vegetable Compound—
Their Own Stories
Here Told.
Beatric®, Neb.—"Just after my inar-
Wage my left aide began to pain me
*nd 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. hut I would
not consent to an operation. I heard
of the good Lydia E Plnkhaiu'a 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 I am
in good health and I have two little
girls.”—Mrs. R B. Child, Beatrice
ISeb
The Other Case
Cary, Maine —*T feel It a duty I
owe to all suffering women to tell
what Lydia E Ptnkham’e 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 T had
no appetite and was so nervous l
could not sleep, then I would be so
tired mornings that I could scarcely
g«*t 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 1 did so, stat
ing my symptom" I commenced
raking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vtgetabie
Compound and soon felt like a new
woman. I had no pains, slept well,
had good appetite and could do al
most all my own work for a family
of four. I shall alwavs feel that I
owe my good health to your Yrge-
tp ‘ C a tv' Mr*. Harvard
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sawdust floor for the big gray cat.
"\\ eh, I wish ‘Miml’ would claw the
tablc'n leg instead of mine.”
"<>h. isn’t she a beauty?” Helen
leaned over to stroke her sleek fur
"We’ve got the mos' wonderful Per-
slon cat Pussy Purrmew. She’s
taken three ribbons at the Madison
Square Harden, bi sides a special-
”‘>h, cut it,” broke in Warren.
“When Helen geln started on Pussy
Purrmew you think we had the
only cat that c*ver 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 thfty
passed, and with an uir of being
quite at home pushed two tables to
gether, si*ated themselves, and began
rearranging the silver.
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 scrawded “A Type.”
He had the same closely-trimmed
Van Dyke heard, the same slouch
hat, flowing tie and black velvet coat.
He needed only the portmanteau
under his arm to complete the pic
ture.
"Yes, that’s a caricature he drew
of himself,” smiled Marion, nothing
Helen s glance of comparison "He’s
very clever, but he’s too lazy to
work. His folks live .somewhere in
Michigan 1 believe they're well-off,
and occasionally he gets a check from
home. The one next to him la Paul
Folornore — he hud a picture In the
Salon last year. The girl he’s with
is Elsie f’laypool—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
us he tossed them over.
“Here’s yours, Marion. W«nt it?”
holding It up. poised to throw.
Marion laughed and shook her
head. “No, I’m company to-night, so
I'm Haunting a fresh one.”
"Oh, ail r-i g h-t,” with a comic;
drawl as he put back the napkin.
Two of ihe other men had gone
after the* claret, glasses, relishes and
bread, which with noisy merriment
they distributed, around their long
table.
"Oh. yes, w’hen it's crowded here
we often wait on ourselves,” smiled
Marion. “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 ftdlowship.
Ah the dinner consisted only of
relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad anti
cheese the possibility of horse-meut
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 In Paris, however inexpen
sive. is not complete without a cognac,
ano*ttc, menthe, or grenudine.
Old Marie.
The group of American students
at the long table grew more merry.
Everv 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.
Home were playing checkers, others
had pushed aside their coffee cuns
and were writing letters. The check
ers anu the well-worn portfolios with
the notepaper and pink blotters went
supplied by Madame.
Those Latin Quarter restaurants
are not merely places to cat. 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 *<tng in a
piping voice. Between the verses she
executed a tottering pas soul.
“That’s old Marie. She used to be
a famous dancer at the opera.”
"But surely some society w'ould take
care of her" asked Helen.
Marion shrugged her shoulders.
"There's so many worn-out arti ’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 number of students who had evi
dently dined somewhere else now
came in to have u 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, but to
Helen’s disappointment Warren re.
fused rather curtly to go up.
"Dear, I'm afraid Marion was hurt.”
as they turned back Into the Boule
vard St. Michael. "You were almost
rude.”
“Well, ehe’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 dowr ?”
"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 suhwav at
home. It would spoil the atmosphere
of the whole evening.”
"Atmosphere be hanged! Should
think those fellows’d be glad to get
back to less atmosphere and more
civilization. This Latin 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
one side of the course there was a
high railway embankment. Over thh
railway It happened Jock drove his
ball.
They hunted for it a long time, but
could not find tt.
Sandv wanted Jock to give It up.
but Joik wouldna, for a lost ball
means a lost hole.
Finally Jo< k took a new ball frae
his poke, dirtied it, and pretended
J to find it.
"Here ’tis. Sandy!” he called.
I "Ye're a leear, Jock!” responded
Sandy.
“I tn no a leear! Here ’tis!”
“Ye’re a leear. for I’ve had it in ma
I pockt; tor fufteen nnvnits!”
i.
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
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Jtt
e Bobbie’s ,
By WILLIAM F KIRK.
Pa
iTrom rt\s Otrmea 'A F**rnhsrS Rsll«rm*nn—
ffrm.an *t:rstur. riopjrrijjiitffl. IftlH. *<j> •».
Ki* her Veriag. Lterliu Luglii-h translation sn<l
(onjpU«t'.c.ii c,
The hundreds who made a com
fortable living snapping for the
scraps that fell from the financial
orgies of the great, watched the
great screens in front of the news
paper offices far into ih« night. They
wanted to know who Mat K< n Ire*
Allan was, and who was har k of him
and when- his tunnel would be. All
of these things might mean fortunes
to them.
4 4
S EVEN billion
conference,”
billions represented it
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 O. H. Lloyd!”
Another paj>er showed In moving
pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft
at the momentous conference in his
monoplane, and supplementary pho
tographs and sentences to show how
tho operator of the machine was run
down and nearly knocked from tha
roof. Then a photogranh of Spinna-
wav the injured photographer. Then
moving pictures showing Allan help
ing Mrs. Allan into n 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 ;
“F. G. 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
suve 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 tim *s
where he went once to-day. And so
on.
But little of this was grist for the
brokers' mills. Already ihe news *'
Allan’s real estate operations was
m(»re or less substantially before them
one great opportunity snapped up.
Others might be slipping away every
second. Who was going to had the
financing” Lloyd? Wittersteiner?
How would the money lie raised—in
the open market? What would the
capitalization he the bond Issue?
Others than the small fry brokers
were busy that nigh’*. 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 thay
were deep In a council of war, laying
shrewd plans to grease the wheels o?
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 t
view of tiic Jersey hills and the air
ships winking and Hashing against
the sky and* the occasional upward
leaping shafts of light that guided
them across the A’leghenlos on the
line for New York.
After Mr. VVtltersteiner had hos
pitably seen to the wants of his guest
ns to liquid and nicotine refreshment
he nodded to a disordered profusion
of telegrams scattered on the littio
table among the bottles and cigarette
boxes.
"Your fr'end, Mr. Allan,” he ob
served with a quaint smile, "has not
let any grass grow under his feet."
Rives feigned a puzzlement that
was not all real.
"In what way, Mi. Y lttersteiner '**
The old man chuckled. "I havo
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
tersteiner”—ho 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-
hea ded."
"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 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. Wittersteiner nodded approv
ingly. "Thut 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 wu»te places where th« 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
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.
"That is right,” apporved Mr Wit
tersteiner. "The profits from this
real estate transaction will not be 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 profits are. it is simply the
work of a real estate operator. The
game of finance la different But, as
1 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 ho 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 \ romi-
nence in the news, and a wealthy old
woman lr. Chicago undertook his ed
ucation. He told me that watching
the drums hauling cages up and d
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T HARE was a awful funny cuppel
cairn to visit Ra & Ma last nite.
Thare naim was Mister &
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.
1 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 wild
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 1
spank lit tel Bobbie & maik 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 ill
that Ma sed. Jest go out now N:
entertain them till I cdm.
So Pa & me went out Into the living
room wile Ma was gltting sum la.e
supper for the company.
Weil, sed Pa to Mister Plume, I see
that Matty won another gatm yester
day. He is doing pritty well for a
poor old cripple that is all in, isent
he? sed Pa.
I dq not pay much attention to the
petty triumfs of a baseball player, sed
Mister Blume. He may be a idol
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 hisself, 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 thav cud.
Oh, yes, he was a inhuman man, sei
Mister Blume. He waded to his tri
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 intitled two them.
Mister Blume looked at Pa kind
hard for a mlnnit, but Pa dident turn
red. I 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 wa
nave no reely grate men. Jest wen
we begin to think one of them is
grate, up cums a inquiry A somebody
produce! 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 wlmmea, too. sed
Missus Blume. Oh, dear me r what is
this wurld cumming too?
Oh, I think you mu9t 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 A the low, warever you
go
Are all easy marks for a jolly.
Do You Know-
& ‘ \ mmtel
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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, ms 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 153
loaded 50-ton capacity goods trucks
at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen
driving wheals. 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 tt) men, as their
voices carry better across the stag.},
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 iny 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 pay 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.
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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 tin* tunnel
trains, with Baertnann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling ut the rate of 118 miles an hour. Hives is in love with
Maude Allun, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the
groat tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean 1
Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There !
is a frightful explosion. Men are Hung to death and Rives is badly wounded. <
He staggers through the b inding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men '
have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4.
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild m«>b of frantic men who want <
to climb on a work train. s»oiqehody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene Is tberj ehang d 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 t*• back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives K oes 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.
the shafts 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 Mira Lloyd?”
• Y. 8,”
“Apparently a very charming and
intelligent woman.”
Rives studied the end of his cigar
ette. "Yes—a very charming wo
man.” he agreed, slowly.
I LAVING 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 all of the
country they had passed through af
ter leaving Toms River, which was
the temopary chief shipping point,
had been sand 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 all about him marked the
end of the first step in their work of
redemption.
H E dismounted and scrambled no
one of these that grew* on a bit
of rising ground, a sand-dune
of twenty years before. Far to the
I southeast he could see the tall chiin-
| neys and the smoke of Toms River
I and mark the shipping in the canal,
j where once had been the desolato
fiats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond
that a faint strip of the blue At
lantic.
For a long time he sat dangling his
I 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 around rang
j with tlie blows of the sU-.el, and from
his evrle it seemed to Rives that some
invisible giant was stalking through
the woodland, sweeping a mighty
scythe.
The least w ooded portions w’ere 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 wejre
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 tlie
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 all
night.”
The Train Arrives.
At 6 o’clock there was a wild cheer
from thousands of throats. A train of
50 cars loaded with cooks, cooking
paraphernalia and provisions, bed
ding. blankets, boxes and bales of all
| sorts drew up to the camp and began
j discharging in a feverish hurry.
It was 9 o’clock before the camu
j was fed, and Rives gave orders that
every man was to get as much sleep
as he could, as quickly as he couM
and in the most convenient plac**.
! There was roofin^ for less than half
! of the laborers, but Allan's agents ha
j picked this vanguard of the tunnel
| army with a view to hardship, and
j they curled up in blankets on the
1 pine needles and slept under the stars.
At 4 o’clock the camp was roused
j 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 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.
Tlie next train brought a complete
power plant, which was to be 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, tlfe
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. 1‘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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