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The Mistakes of Jennie By HAL CQF ™A_ Reing a Senes of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl tn the Big City The widow of Cesare hurled a jagged, heavy stone full in the woman’s face. Mi. i,. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who Is In charge of the technical work ings of the gheat tunnel from America to Ger'i.nny, on on.; of the tunnel trains, wkh Baermann, an engineer. in charge <*f Main Station No 4. They art- traveling at the rate of li# miles an hour. Hives is in love with Maude Allan, wife of Mackendriok Allan, whofe* rnirnl first conceived the g.cat tunnel scheme After going about 2f>0 iniu s under the Atlantic ocean Rives q. ts out of the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to hurst. There is u frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded He stagger** through the h.aiding smoke, ((-aliasing that about .'1,000 men have probably perished He and other survivors get to Station No. 4 Rives finds Haermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Haermann, and the train slides out. The scene is then changed to the roof of tin; Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. II. l.loyd. “The Money King'' John Rives addresses them, and Introduces Al lan. Mrs Allan and -Maude Lloyd, (laughter of the financier, are also pres ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel .'1 100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him. Alim and Rives \s. m t him to take charge of the actual work. Hives accepts. Rives K oes to the Rank Club to meet Wlt- tersteiner. a financier At Columbus Cl cle news of Uu- greet project Is being Hashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan incomes a lonely and neglected woman and is much thrown In the company of Rives. Sydney Wolf. the money power of two contin* ts. plots again.-1 Allan and Rives. Mrs. Allan has her suspicions aroused as to the, fru rdssMv between her husband and Ethel l.loyd Rives and Mrs. Allan let the wine of love get to their heads and. before they know it. they confess their love for each other. 'I’un- nel City’s Inhabitants learn something tms gone wrong in the lower workings 4 f the great bore. An explosion and fire have occurred In the tunnel, and when the workers hear of it definitely they become a raging mob. surging about the entrance the bore. Mrs Allan Is warned not t leave her home while the excitement Is at its height. Biu she and her child go forth. Now Go On With the Story. (Fr<"n th* Oerm»B ri Ilernhiod KHlennann— ISfT’run t r‘f inn Copyrighted. tyiR. by *• Fis’rtif. Veil ft t. Berhn. English translation and (coming toward them was a swirl ing wave of men and women that I filled the stieet from house to house. It rolled toward them with frightful rapidity, and the din of it was terri fying. Maud drew Edith to her and hx*ked for a doorway in which she might stand until the horde had swept by. She was frightened, for she un derstood that the rage which a short time before had filled her boftnm had taken this form with these dull and br it*eh people. She felt no fear for herself. They knew her as a bene* 1 . tress ar.d a friend of unwearying I itr.triess; biR she feared that they Height terrify Edith, and knew th y would be sorry the next day for any damage they did. iJut there was no friendly doorvva. at hand. She. was at that moment parsing along a long, high wall that c ut off the wagon yard of a great de- p-irfmem store. She drew back against it and held Edith close, think ing she would try to stop ootne of the women and reason with them when they t ame past. Suddenly the roar rose into a shriek fury, and the rush swept on with new speed. Maud thought she could hear 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 ohe was ringed a? 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!” she cried, but the words were pushed back into her mouth by the terrific uproar. The neyi instant the widow of Sesare, her h»ir hanging in limp strings, her eyes ^rr.ing with the light of insane rage, flothes half torn 'rom her body, ig out in frc&nt of her and huricd ged heavy stone full irVthe worn- "face. i 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 -M-HKI, I.LOYD nut Allan In tin pntvh of his home that nlfchl He had been prepared b> tele phone when he reached New York Without u word she •'hook 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. Sin 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 Oit.v 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, when* Maud and Hives had sat but twenty-four hours before. She \\.*s not of the weeping type of woman, l»ut her Ups were sealed and in r heart weighed with the dead load of th< grief ib< at h.-r Lov.. as Maud knew it —had known In the last few hours of her life was- unknown to her. If she loved Allan in that way she was not conscious of it. Slit was only conscious of a profound ad miration for him and a strong at traction for his energy, his strength. hK genius. She knew that his v\ ife and chiid were dear to him, and she sulTeted with him—and, like him, in silence. Presently she heard his stopTn 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 set n her nor looked for her. About a mile up the beach tie stopped and sat down in the sand, staring out to sea. For nearly i.n hour he sat there. Occasionally in- turned his head and looked hat k in the way he had come, as if the pic ture of the darkened room and the two pale faces was before ills eyes. Then h* stared out to sea again. Some where out there far beneath ih ■ Wa ters. was his one friend-, Ki\*e«. I)<- eould ste him. too—his knees drawn up. his mouth open and twisted and his fate blackened. What was left him? From afar catene the 'answer—the subdued murnuiV of Tunnel Cdy. He gilt ted his teeth and groan'd and 'round his heels in the sand. As Maud had done before, he now cursed it and all \\ho wrought In Its name It was a rage of despair, but it was meceedt'd by another—a rage « f pur pose The tunnel had taken from him everything dear in life. His wife and child were destroyed. His one friend was gone. The best part of his life had been given to it. More than f),000 other lives had been .‘•wallowed up in its hungry mouth— and still it was unconquered, less than half completed. It vvas still his master and not his servant. Nothing to Lose. Now he had nothing to lose. The gray hairs at his temples were almost white, 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 till of them. He rose and stretched his cramped legs with a shiver. The thought came to him with a suddenness that almost made him cry out that he might atone, somewhat, that very night. There might he still some men alive in that hell. He might find a balm for his own grief In healing the griefs of others. He w alked 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. Ceremony had never been the habit of the administration building, but when Allan entered the consultation room, w here t lie general conferences of the engineer? 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 stej5 or two toward him, and exclaimed, in choked voice; “Allan!” Allan silenced him with a gesture. “Now, now, Harriman.” he said, quietly. “Take your seats, gentle men.** Mechanically they obeyed and sat stating at him. His face was rigid, as if frozen, his lips 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 two days’ growth of beard ac centuated his livid pallor. The eyes shone, but it was with the cold glit ter of glass. Tlie 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.” i Allan nodded. “Go 'on,” he said, grimly. “So far as actual damage goes we know the tunnel is till 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 ihat he got as far as the 230th mile, but the smoke was awful and ho couldn’t tell about the fire. He has picked up 150 men that were m yood as gone.” "That ,f8 />s how many dead?” Harr.mLfl moistened his white lips and t-assed the bar* 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 ” Harriman’s voice broke again. His chief stored at him un moved. “(ro on,” he said, coldly. The older man shuddered and pull ed himself together. “(/’Malley is at Substation D2—220 miles he went on. . "According to Robinson, O’M&lloy is certain that ;«n air pump Is working farther down, although tho 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 his report. He was no longer, apparently, over come with horror, but there was a new' uneasiness in his manner which Allan noted and was quick to under stand. Whatever might be said in ex tenuation, Harriman knew, and knew that his chief would know, that he had not distinguished himself as 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, lips quivered. His “1 tan only ask you to. believe- that 1 did everything that was humanly possible.” Allan leaned forward in his chair and made no effort to conceal his con tempt. "Anybody can do what’s ‘humanly possible.’ but this tunnel is not be>ng built on excuses, Harriman. This was a situation that demanded someth ng more than the ‘humanly possible.’” The older man went very white. The others looked gravely at the floor. "What could I do that I didn't do?” he demanded between his set teeth. "I don’t know—I wasn’t there” ~e- *urned his .-chief, coldly, “it’s beer.use I thought you would know that I left you in charge.” Harriman twice opened his 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, vou ran away from the mob. It would have been jjSd 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. Ho 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. 1n the same brutally calm tone “Baermann. so far as I can see. is more useful Head than you are aliv Your authority here Is done. You can never command the respect of these people again.” The older man rose unsteadily to his feet and his muscles suddenly set. He took a half step forward and one of the younger men rose and laid his hand on hi? 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 eh jpged. 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- ma n.” 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 left their posts and come in with the men when the panic spread through the workings. "You can go—you two,” he said. “Any college can 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.” Kis Speech. There was a littV, silence after that. Allan sat staring at the floor. Final ly he threw’ back his head. The dead, lifeless look was gone from his eyes and the bitterness from his 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 w'ould have died for him. , “It’s the first nasty smash we’ve . had.” he said in conclusion, “but It won't be the last. I thought I had i picked my men well, and making only j three mistakes in a body this size ; isn’t so bad. I know you men are the best In the world, and it’* 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 i it now f and I will guarantee that no man leaves this room dissatisfied, j EVery man who works for this tun- ! nel has got to face death or anything else that comes along. I can’t helo that—It’s In the nature of the work. Rut there ought to be honor enough to go around, and I know there’.- money enough. Nobody anything to say? Then, as an evidence of good j faith. I’ll order 10 per cent increase | on the executive payroll and—I’ll ask i you to shake hands and we’ll start in j again. Saunders, you will take Har riman s desk. Lefevre, you move up to Saunders’ place—and it’ll keep vou moving to make us forget that Saun ders isn’t there. Now, I'm off.” ‘Shall I go with you, Macs as the new chief of staff?” “No, you stay here and take com mand. Lefevre, you come along.’’ ••Where ” began Saunders and stopped. Mac looked at him a moment. “Into the tunnel. Come along Le fevre.” Twenty minutes later a train that Allan had ordered assembled before he.went into the conference was flv- ing flown the grade to the entrance of the tubes. It was made of only two coaches ;tnd a locomotive. In the coaches wore a few picked engineers and nil the doctors that had beet, gathered that day that could he spared from the hospital, with nu merous.) bags an( ) b 0XPS of "first aid” S'.ipplios. 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 double 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 swayin': v. bile a heavy monorail beneath boomed and purred under the heavy •vii’rr'ng wheels'. Minute after min- ute they hurtled through the inter minable tube, broken onlv bv 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 spoke or turned his head. He stood like a statue with onc^and 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 band moved slightly. The power was reduced. The brakes began to squeak at inter val?. The mad ride was over. Lefevre glanced at his watch. An exclamation broke from his lips and he looked quickly at the little clock- above the air gauge. Then without a word he held up his watch before Al lan’s £.ves. Allan nodded grimlv and brought the train ahrieklng In the grip of the brake in the station. Thev 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 thev had onlv a few minutest to wait. The coaches of the train were crowded and there were curses and ominous mutterings when the men sajv Allan’si face in the murky light as he briefly questioned the Indomit able Robinson. Rut there was not time tor any outbreak. Allan switched his train over onto the track th" outgoing one / bad 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 i it only ’evealed billows and eddying! clouds of smoke that rolled and turn- ; bled in their path. They stopped at | every sub-station, and in every one j they found the engineer in charge! still on his job. with as many men as | he had been able to save. They had j can iked up all the cracks, and had ' their oxygen machines working. At j each one a doctor or two 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 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 was only death ahead for him and his men in a few hours. He was only a boy of 27, but he shook hands calmly with his chief and wiped the sweat out of his eyes with his free hand. & )\ T 'a I: ! '..‘.lit HU " I H«iiiiiun ■in i' 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 lie really MUST see her again, and "couldn’t he call to-morrow7” Jennie told him no, hut that she would meet him at a certain place the next day. When Jennie came in the hou*e 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 tlie store. This her mother said was very wrong, after Tom V hart 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 lie’ 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, “Ail right, let’s get a drink, anyway, for I need one badiy this morning.” —UAL COFF3IAN. (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-t couraged and don’t know what to do. If we parted, it would break my heart, as 1 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 thisi 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 spring. Kindly let me know if I shall give any decided answer. ANXIOUS. You are sixteen and can well afford to wait. You do not state what the man’s position is, so my advice is based solely on your years. I want love to come to you, but, believe me, my dear, it will be all th e sweeter if your judgment is more mature. CERTAINLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man nineteen years of age, and in love with a girl three years my junior. She wants me to elope with her, and as I am earning eleven dollars a week, do you think I can support a wife? R. S. Jr. You are only a boy, too young to marry if you had the financial means, and marriage on eleven dollars a week is suicidal. I am sure the girl is impulsive and thoughtless, and if you refuse to elope with her she will some day be grateful to you for it. You must protect her from her own impulsive ness. Good News. “Yes,” he said. “I’m certain that an ! air pump is working farther down. ■ Mr. Allan.’’ as coolly as If he were 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 oi 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. 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