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i . i 1 ( « THE TUNNEI C& qsp THE GREATEST STORY OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE The widow of Cesare hurled a Jagged, heavy stone full in the woman’s face. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who i Ings of the great tunnel from Amerl trains, with Baermann, an engineer, 1 are traveling at the rate of 118 mil Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick A great tunnel scheme. After going ah Rives gets out of the train. Sudde is a frightful explosion. Men ate flung to He staggers through the blinding sin have probably perished He and ot Hives finds Haermann holding at bay a to climb on a work train, somebody sh The scene is then changed to the roof o financiers of the country are gather IJoyd. "The Money King " John Riv lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, <1 ent. Allan tells the company of his pr The financiers agree to back him. All of the actual work. Rives accepts. Ri tersteiner, a financier. At Columbus Cl flashed on a screen. Thousands ate w. and neglected woman and Is much thro Wolf, the money power of two contlns Allan has her suspicions aroused as to t and Ethel IJoyd Rives and Mrs All heads and. before they know it, they nel City’s inhabitants learn something of the great bore An explosion and when the workers hear of It definitely about the entrance of the bore Mrs A while the excitement is at its height s in charge of the technical work- a to Germany, on one of the tunnel n charge of Main Station No. 4 They es an hour. Rives is in love with llan, whose mind first conceived the ut 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean nl.v the tunnel seems to burst. There death and Rives is badly wounded, ke, realizing that about 3.000 men her survivors get to Station No. 4. wild mob of frantic men who want lots Haermann, and the train slides out. f the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest ed there at a summons from C. H. s addresses them, and Introduces Al- aughter of the financier, are also pres Ject for a tunnel 3.100 miles long, tin and Rives want him to take charge oes to the Park Club to meet Wit- role news of the great project Is being atchlng it Mrs. Allan becomes a lonely v. n in the company of Rives. Sydney nts, plots against Allan and Rives. Mrs. he friendship between her husband an let the wine of love get to their confess their love for each other. Tun- lias gone wrong in the lower workings lire have occurred In the tunnel, and they become a raging mob, surging llan Is warned not t<> leave her home But she and her child go forth. Now Go Gn With the Story. (From th» Ofrm» of K®n«rm»nn— ffrrmati »errion C«pyrl#ht»<l. 1#18 by Fis her Vsrlag. Berlin English Iran ala t ion and Ml 4t D Dv TO-DAY’S INSTAELMENT. Coming toward them was a swirl ing wave of men and women that filled the stieot from house to house. It rolled toward them with frightful rapidity, an j the din of it was terri fying. Maud drew Edith to her and looked dor a doorway In which she might stand until the horde had swepi by. She was frightened, for she un derstood that the rage which a short time before had filled her bosom had tak. n this form with these dull and brutish people. She felt no fear for h« rself. They knew her as a bene factress and a friend of unwearying goodness; but she feared that they might terrify Edith, and knew' they would be sorry the next day for any damage they did. Hut there was no friendly doorway at hand. She was at that moment passing along a long, high wail that tut oft the wagon yard of a great de partment store. She drew back against it and held Edith close, think ing she would try to stop Home of the women and reason with them when they came past. Suddenly the roar rose into a shriek fury, and the rush swept on with new speed. Maud thought she could near the name “Allan" as the key note, and a cold dread gripped her heart. Was It possible that they would try to hurt her? The next instant they were upon her. She crouched against the wall but faced them. The din almost made her blind and dizzy, and she was ringed as with a kaleidoscopic film of horrible, distorted faces that grim aced and glowered and slavered and twisted with horrible laughter. She opened her lips and tried to speak Edith was half-hidden in the folds of her skirt. “Friends! Friends!” *he cried, but the words were pushed back into her mouth by the terrific uproar. The next instant the widow of Sesare, her hair hanging in limp strings, her eyes burning with the light of insane raae, her clothes half torn from her boay. I sprang out in front of her and hurled a jaggeotueavy stone full in the wom an'# fc* Maud staggered back and would have fallen, but the wall held her up, at the same instant another stone, meant for her, struck the child in the chest and knocked her down. Then came another and another and another. * • * • The Rescue. I —'PHEI. LLOYD met Allan In the porch of his home that night. He had been prepared b> tele phone when he reached New York. Without a word she shook his hand and pressed it. He questioned her without words, and in the same way she answered; then she led him through the silent house to the room where his wife and child lay. She stood with him for a moment, look- Ink down upon them, and then as si lently withdrew. For a long time there was no sound save the steady beat of slow footsteps, as a sentry paced the walk outside; for Tunnel City was under martial law. The horse was gone and the stable was locked. The girl sat In the shaded veranda and looked out across the ocean, where Maud and Rives had sat but twenty-four hours before. She w*s not of th« weeping type of woman, but her lips were sealed and tu r heart weighed with the dead load of the grief about her. Love, as Maud knew it—had ‘known In the last few hours of her life—was unknown iu her. If she loved Allan in that way she was not conscious of It. She was only conscious of a profound ad miration for him and a strong at traction for his energy, his strength, his genius. She knew that his wife and child were dear to him. and she suffeied with him—and, like hii.i, in silence. Presently she heard his step in the hall. She rose, but did not go to meet him He came out, without a glance to the right or left, crossed the veranda, down the steps and strode off toward the beach. He had not seen her nor looked for her. About a mile up the beach ne stopped and sat down in the sand, staring out to sea. For nearly j.n hour he sat there. Occasionally he turned his h p ad and looked bai k in the way he had come, as if the pic ture of the darkened room and the two pale faces was before his eyes. Then he stared out to sea again. Some where out there far beneath th‘ wa ters. was his one friend. Rives. II couid sic him, too—his knees drawn up. his mouth open and twisted and his face blackened. What was left him? From Ac came the answer—the •subdued wurniur of Tunnel CPy. He gritted his teeth and groaned and ground his heels in the sand. As Maud had done before, he now cursed it and all wbo wrought In Its name, it was a rag# <»f despair, but it was succeeded by another a rage < f pur pose The tunnel had taken from him everything dear In life. HU wife and child were destroyed His one friend was gone. The best part <>f his life had been given to It. More than 5,000 other lives had been swallowed up in Its hungry mouth— and still it was unconquered, less than half completed. It was still his master and not his servant. Nothing to Lose. Now he had nothing to lose. The gray hairs at his temples were almost while, but he would live long enough to conquer. He would live for that only. He would put grief and re morse to one side. He would guard his life for that one purpose—that those who had died might not have died in vain. The tunnel should live as a monument to all of them. He rose and stretched his cramped l*ga with a shiver. Th# thought came to him with a suddenness that almost made him cry out that he might atone, somewhat, that very night. There might be still some men alive In that hell. He might find a balm for tyis own grief in healing the griefs of others. He walked swiftly back to the house. Ethel Lloyd was still waiting on the veranda. In a few low words he told what he intended doing, and she soft ly applauded. She would look out for everything at the house and do all that she could. He sprang Into his car and told the chauffeur to drive to the administration building. < Yremony had never been the habit of fne administration building, but when Allan entered the consultation room, where the general conferences of the engineers were held, every man in the room rose Allan believed that he was calm, for he was In the numb ed condition that follows a sudden blow. He was certain that he looked calm, and for a moment he was sur prised when Harriman half-walked, half-reeled a step or two toward him, and exclaimed, in choked voice: "Allan 1“ Allan silenced him with a gesture. "Now, now. Harriman, “ he said, quietly. "Take your seats, gentle men.” Mechanically they obeyed and sat staring at him. His face was rigid, as If frozen, his Ups blue and white at the edges. A young man who sat next him noticed that the skin be neath the eyes was twitching nervous ly. A tw’o days' grow'th of beard ac centuated his livid pallor. The eyes shone, but it was with the cold glit ter of glass. The Story. They rested on Harriman, who con trolled himself with a visible effort and began giving the details of the { disaster In short, broken phrases. Al- I lan listened without comment and without expression. "There is no doubt that Haermann was shot?” he asked when Harriman paused. " Yes.” "And Rives has not been heard from ?" “No. The last that we have been able to learn Is that he was seen leaving Main Station on a construc tion train, going to the head of the boring.” Allan nodded. "Go on,” he said, grimly. “"‘So far as actual damage goes we know the tunnel is all right almost up to Station 4, but we can’t be sure beyond the 220-mile mark because there was a lot of temporary timber still stuck around there in places. Robinson has reported that he got as far as the 230th mile, but the smoke was awful and he couldn’t tell about the fire. He has picked up 150 men that were as good as gone.” “That .ea*<*s how many dead?” Har^.mbA moistened his white lips and trussed the back of his hand across his forehead. “According to the control checks,” he answered, in a husky, halting voice, “there must be about twenty-nine hundred," There was a dead silence. Every man in the room had known for hours that the official figures must inevita bly reach that number, but it was a terrible thing to hear them spoken. Allan reached a hand that trembled slightly for a cup-of coffee that had been placed on a table at his elbow, and took a sip. Every man In the room avoided his neighbor’s eyes. “Allan ” Harrlman’s voice broke again. His chief stored at him un moved. “Gn on," he said, coldly. The older man shuddered and pull ed himself together. f "O’Malley is at Substation D2—220 miles ” he went on. "According to Robinson, O’Malley is certain that an air pump Is working farther down, although the telephone connection Is broken.” For the first time a gleam of inter est came Into Allan’s eyes and a faint touch of color to his cheeks. "RiVes!” he thought, with a sudden wild hope. If there was one man In that hell who had the nerve and resourcefulness to keep an air pump working it would be Rives. Harriman went on with hls report. He was no longer, apparently, over come with horror, but there was a new’ uneasiness in hls manner which Allan noted and was quick to under stand. Whatever might be said In ex tenuation, Harriman knew, and knew that hls chief would know’, that he had not distinguished himself ns a commander above ground in the ter rible crisis. When he came to the riot. Allan’s voice cut In coldly and sharply. The Coward. "Where were you. Harriman?" The other man threw out an un steady hand in a gesture of protest. Hls lips quivered. “I (an only ask you to believe that I did everything that was humanly possible.” Allan leaned forw’ard in hls chair and made no effort to conceal his con tempt. “Anybody can do what’s ‘humanly possible,’ but this tunnel Is not being built on excuses, Harriman. This was a situation that demanded something more than the ‘humanly possible.’” The older man went very white. The others looked * gravely ai the floor. "What could I do that I didn't do?" he demanded betw’een hls set teeth. "I don’t know’—I wasn't there,” re turned his chief, coldly. "It’s because I thought you would know that I left you In charge.” Harriman twice opened hls lips and closed them dumbly. "It seems to me that you’ve fallen down mainly In what you did,” went on Allan, mercilessly. "For one thing, you ran away from the mob. It would have been a d d sight better If you’d stayed away. You stood for authority here, and you ought to have been killed rather than turn this place over to a mob.” Again Harriman opened his lips, but he did not speak He knew that he had not run because he was afraid, but what was the use? Excuses couldn’t help. "On the whole.” Allan was saying, in the same brutally calm tone, "Haermann. so far as I can see. Is more useful dead than you are alive. Your authority here is done. You can never command the respect of these people again.” The older man rose unsteadily to hls feet and hls muscles suddenly set. | He took a half step forward and one of the younger men rose and laid his hand on his arm. The others still kept their eyes on the floor Allan never took his gaze off his lieutenant’s face, and the cold, contemptuous ex pression never changed. Harriman’s figure suddenly relaxed and he swayed slightly. "You mean ” he began In a voice that was barely audible, though the stillness of the tomb was on the room. "I mean." said Allan, "that you are excused from duty. I’ll see you again In a day or two. Good-night, Harri man.’’ Without a word. Harriman turned and reeled out of the door. He was barely gone before Allan turned to two of the young engineers who had j left their posts and come in with the The Mistakes of Jennie 1 Being a Series of Chapters tn the Life of a Southern Girl tn the Big City HAL COFFMAN men when the panic spread through the workings. "You can go—you two,” he said. “Any college ran give 500 engineers in a year, but it takes men to drive a tunnel under the ocean. You two had better stick to plain engineering here after.” His Speech. There was a little silence after that. Allan sat staring at the floor. Final ly he threw back hls head. The dead, lifeless look was gone from hls eyes and the bitterness from hls voice. In a low voice he talked for ten minutes to these men who had done their best, and when he had finished any one of them would have died for him "It’s the first nasty smash w’e’ve had.” he said in conclusion, "but it won’t be the last. I thought I had picked my men well, and making only three mistakes in a body this size isn’t so bad. I know you men are the best in the world, and it’s only the best that can handle this work. Now, if any of you have any complaint against the general management, if you think you’re not treated right, financially or otherwise, let me hear It now and I will guarantee that no man leaves this room dissatisfied. F?very man who works for this tun nel has got to face death or anything el?e that comes along. I can’t help that—It’s in the nature of the work. Rut there ought to be hopor enough to go around, and I know there’s money enough. Nobody anything to say? Then, as an evidence of good faith, I’ll order 10 per cent increase on the executive payroll and—I’ll ask you to shake hands and we’ll start In again. Saunders, you will take Har riman s desk. Lefevre, you move up to Saunders’ place—and it’ll keep you moving to make us forget that Saun ders Isn’t there. Now, I’m off.” ‘Shall I go with you, Mac, as the new chief of staff?” “No, you stay here and take com- Lefevr «. you come along.” \\ here ” began Saunders and stopped. Mac looked at him a moment. fevre” > thC tunnel Come along, Le- Al7 a n e 1 t ^ mtn J Ute! ' later a traln ‘hat Allan had ordered assembled before tie went Into the conference was fly- lng down the grade to the entrance of the tubes. It was made of only two coaches and a iocomotive. In the coaches were a few picked engineers, and all the doctors that had been gathered that day that could be spared from the hospital, with nu merous bags and boxes of "first aid" supplies. Allan stood at the control- ler driving the engine, and Lefevre stood beside him. The dispatchers assured him that track No. 2 was clear for 150 miles, and would hold Robinson’s train at that point for him, as they could guarantee on the one track—No. 3—from that point on. To make doubly sure he had talked to Robinson on the telephone before mounting the cab, and had also asked for word of Rives. There was none; but he clung to that one slender hope —an air pump was working farther down. He threw on the full current, and the great engine leaped ahead almost into the glare of its own searchlight, quivering and swaying, while a heavy monorail beneath boomed and purred under the heavy whirring wheels. Minute after min ute they hurtled through the inter minable tube, broken only by a flash ing glimpse of station, a higher key In the roaring song, and then the long shining perspective and deep steady hum once more. Allan never ‘•poke or turned his head. He stood like a statue, with one hand on the air lever and the other on the con troller but neither hand moved. The Ride Over. At last the brake signal for the 150th mile station flashed out ahead of them. Lefevre glanced inquiringly at him and then the right hand moved slightly. The power was reduced. The brakes began to squeak at inter vals. The mad ride was over. Lefevre glanced at his watch. An exclamation broke from hls lips and he looked quickly at the little clock above the air gauge. Then without a word he held up hls watch before Al lan’s eyes. Allan nodded grimly and brought the train shrieking in the grip of the brake in the station. They had covered the 150 miles in 61 minutes! For the past 30 miles the smoke had been perceptible, as it was grow ing thicker the farther they went. Robinson’s train had not yet'arrived, but they had only a few minutes to wait. The coaches of the traih were crowded and there were curses and ominous mutterlngs when the men saw Allan's face in the murky light ns he briefly questioned the Indomit able Robinson. Rut there was not time lor any outbreak. Allan switched his train over onto the track th* outgoing one had left clear and drove on Into the gatherirg smoke Rut now’ their progress was slow er. In another twenty miles their headlight was practically useless, for it only revealed billow’s and eddying clouds of smoke that rolled and tum bled in their patji. They stopped at every sub-station, and in every one they found the engineer in charge still on hls job. with as many men as he had been able to save. They had caulked up all the cracks, and had their oxygen machines w r orklng. At each one a doctor or tw r o dropped off with plenty of supplies and set to work on those that needed help. Finally the engine groped its way into the sub-station at the 220th mile, where the faithful O’Malley was still I making good air out of bad as calmly as if he had not known that unless the outside ventilating plant began : shouldering more of the work there I was only death ahead for him and , his men in a few’ hours. He w’as only a boy of 27. but he shook hands calmly with hls chief and wiped the sw’eat out of his eyes with hls free hand. Good News. "Yes,” he said. "I’m certain that an air pump i.s working farther down, Mr. Allan." as coolly as if he w’ere discussing the character of the stone at the end of the boring. Allan wanted to’hear no reasons. O'Malley was the kind of young man from whom reasons are unnecessary. He pushed on into the smoke. Half an hour later they were beyond Rob inson’s farthest mark, and occasion ally they had to take a sortie into the choking vapor and push debris off the rail. Presently the train came to a full stop. Before it was a pile of bodies. Leaving the others in the protected coaches. Allan and Lefevre. guarded by smoke helmets and armed with smoke lights, pushed out ahead. Le fevre had respectfully refused to let him go alone. To Be Continued To-morrow. CHAPTER XXVII. A FTER Jennie met the polite young man In the yachting suit, as she was coming from the grocery store with her bundles, he walked home with her to the little cottage Tom had hired for her and her mother. They stopped on the front porch talking awhile and the young man insisting that he really MUST see her again, and “couldn’t he call to morrow?” Jennie told him no, but that she would meet him at a certain place the next day. When Jennie came in the house her mother ask ed her who she was talking to on the front porch. Jennie tried at first to evade her mother’s ques tions, but finally admitted it was a young man she met down near the store. This her mother said was very wrong, after Tom had been so good to them and then have Jennie flirt with other fellows. Jennie said she wasn’t flirting, and probably would never see him again, but under her breath she muttered that she WOULD—and besides, wasn’t he just as handsome as could be, and not only that, but he owned a yacht and wanted Jen nie to go out sailing with him. The next day, after making an excuse to her mother that she was going somewhere else, she went to meet the young man. The first thing he suggested was that they go to the restaurant for a bite to eat and then go out aboard his yacht. Jennie was not hungry, so the young man said, “All right, let’s get a drink, anyway, for 1 need one badly this morning.” -—HAL COFFMAN. (To Be Continued.) Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. WHAT IS THEIR REASON? DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am twenty-one and engaged to a young man the same age. At first my folks consented to him, now they object. He offered to break the engagement, although he loves me dearly. I am so dis couraged and don’t know what to do. If we parted, it would break my heart, as I have known him four years. HEARTBROKEN. Your parents, after sanctioning your friendship for four years, and approved of your engagement, owe you some reason for this sudden change of heart. Insist on having It, and treat their objection with respect. Don't lose your temper, and don’t harbor the notion that they don’t love you. I am sure If you get together In a sane, sensible fashion, their objections may be overcome. RESPECT MOTHER’S WISHES. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen years old, and recently I met a man at a dance who I think cares for me very much. My mother objected to my going with him without giving me her reason. Kindly advise me what to do, as I do love him very much. B. L. K. I believe your mother makes a mistake in not telling you her ob jections, but this will not excuse you for not heeding them, nor make them less reasonable. Do Just as she says. Trust her. No girl ever made a mistake by trusting her mother. LET IT BE “NO.” Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young lady of sixteen and keeping company with a young man of eighteen for one year. This young man has asked me to marry him, but I would like for him to change his position. He promised me he would in the KODAKShA B ■ ^Eastman* First Class Finishing and En larging. A complete stock lima, plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Special Mail Order Department for out-of-town customer* 8«nd for Catalogue and Price List. « A. 1. M4WKES CO. Kodak O'pirfmtr | 14 Whitehall 8t. ATLANTA. QA. , is U , o L. * » OiNi op it quickly: Have your grocer se you one doz. bottles of iHIVAR ..IN GER ALE Drink with meals, Mid if not prompt - y relieved. get our money back 't our expense. Yholesome. deli- •lous, refreshing. 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You must protect her from her own impulsive ness. A London Baby. Visitor—What have you there, El sie? Elsie (proudly)—That's a bomb we made and we’re going to blow up the nursery. "Oh! oh! What for?" “Perhaps you don’t know that the new baby is a boy.” Up-to-Date Jokes A lady who had some friends (all un expectedly) at lunch time was rather afraid she would not have sufficient food, and told Bridget to bring in all she had and she would make an apology at the table. Upon taking the cover from one dish the lady found it empty, and afterward asked Bridget why she took in an empty dish. "Shure, ma’am,” exclaimed Bridget, "an’ wasn’t It yourself as said ye’d make an apology at the table, an’ shouldn’t you want a dish to put it on?’’ Little Arthur—I have noticed that whenever it rains the statue In the mar ket-place gets smaller, mother. It Is a strange thing. Hls Mother—Really, Arthur. I am afraid you are becoming untruthful. What you say Is Impossible. 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