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' ISSUB3D TWIOB-A-WEEK?WBDINTESDA-Y AITS SATTTHSAY. l. k. 8e18t ft sohs, pnbushers. } % ^atnilg Uentspjer: jfor the promotion o| the political, gonial, Jgripitupt and (fommepial Jnferpts of the ?outh. {1EBa?0il'coptY?hree centsNCE' VOLUME 43. YORKVILLE, 8. C., SATURDAY, APRIL 24, 1897 NUMBER 33. , THE GREAT TRAIN BY PAUL LEIC Copyright, 1896, by J. B. L^ppincott Comp Synopsis of Previous Installments. | In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Chapter I.?Dick Gordon, Yale graduate, goes in for hard work. From the Chicago and Alton railroad repair shops he is gradually promoted and finally works up to the position of superintendent of a western railroad?the Kansas and Arizona. The story opens with an account of a trip by rail of Mr. Cullen, a railroad vice president, over the lines of the K. and A. Gordon is asked to meet Cullen and party and pilot them through. In the party are Madge Cullen, with whom Gordon falls in love ; Lord Ralles, an Englishman, in love with Madge, and Captain Ackland, brother of Lord Ralles. Talk turns on train robbers. Madge would like an adventure with hold ups. So would Ralles and Ackland. While horseback riding near Santa Fe, Gordon points out among convicts working on a railroad grade Jack Drute, a train robber under a 14 year sentence. Madge speaks to the convict, who answers gruffly. Chapter II.?The party is joined by Madge's invalid brother. On a special train all go on westward. While Mr. Cullen, his elder son and the two Englishmen play poker and Gordon and Madge enjoy the moonlight 01. the rear car the tram is held up by bandits. Chapter III.?The robbers are fired at and frightened away, taking with them but three registered letters from the mail coach. Gordon telegraphs lor neip ana starts the company's sleuths. He overhears Lord Ralles talking rudely to Madge and knocks hi in down. Chapter IV.-Mystery of the search for the robbers: only four shots fired by the robbers, and yet six * empty shells are found. Cullen and party go on to the Grand Canyon. Gordon remains to assist the sheriff. Chapter.V.?Gordon with the sheriff and posse follows to Grand canyon, finds the party in camp, tells them he suspects them of complicity in the robbery and searches them and their effects. Chapter VI.?To find the letters he decides that he must search Madge. When she finds he is determined, she yields up the letters. The motive of the robbery is explained. The letters were proxies for the K. & A. election. Cullen's * company was fighting for coutrol. They took a desperate chance to get the proxies. Gordon resolves to pull the Cullens out of the scrape for Madge's sake. Chapter VII.?Our hero in league with the Cullens. Madge is happy and Lord Ralles discomfited. Chapter VIII.?Gordon refuses to deliver the letters containing the proxies to the persons addressed ; a mandamus and an appeal to Washington. Chapter IX.?a little lovemaking. Chapters X and XL?Aid from the army comes a little late, the sheriff arriving first and taking Gordon in charge for train robbiug. CHAPTER XIII. A LESSON IN POLITENESS. Within five minutes we had a big surprise, for the sheriff and Mr. Baldwin came back, and the former announced that Fred and Lord Ralles were free, having been released on bail. When we found that Camp had gone on the bond, I knew that there was a scheme of some sort in the move, and, taking Fred aside, I warned him against trying to recover the proxies. "They probably think that one or the other of you knows where the letters are hidden," I whispered, "and they'll keep a watch on you, so go slow." He nodded and followed the sheriff and Lord Ralles out. The moment they were gone Mr. Baldwin said, "I came back to give you a last chance." "That's very good of you," I said. "Iwarn you," he said threateningly, "we are not men to be beaten. There are 50 cowboys of mine in this town who think you were concerned in the holding up. By merely tipp ng them the wink they'll have you out of this, and after they've got you outside I wouldn't give the toss of a nickel for your life. Now, then, will you hand over those letters or will you go to inside of ten minutes?" I lost my temper in turn. "I'd much prefer going to some place where I was less sure of meeting you," I retorted, "and, as for the cowboys, you'll have to be as tricky with them as you want to be with me before you'll get them to back you up in your dirty work." At this point the sheriff called back to ask Baldwin if he was coming. "All right," cried Baldwin and went to the door. "This is the last call," he bttlU, paudllig i-UX a XXXIALLIVXX L uu txxo threshold. "I hope so," said I, more calmly in manner than in feeling, I have to acknowledge, for I didn't like the look of things. That they were in earnest I felt pretty certain, for I understood now why they had let my companions out of jail. They didn't care to risk hanging more than was necessary. A long time seemed to pass after they were gone, but in reality it wasn't more than 15 minutes before I heard some one steal up and softly unlock the door. I confess the evident endeavor to do it quietly gave me a scare, for it seemed to me it couldn't be an above board movement Thinking this, I picked up the box on which I had been sitting and prepared to make the best fight I could. It was a good deal of relief, therefore, when the door opened just wide enough for a man to put in his head, and I heard the sheriff's voice say softly: "Hi, Gordon!" 'K.&A. I ROBBERY. :ester ford. any. I was at the door in an instant and asked: "What's np?" "They're gettin the boys together ana gayin that yon shot a woman in the hold up." "It's an infernal lie," I said. "Sounds that way to me," said the sheriff, "but two-thirds of the boys are drunk, and it's a long time since they've had any fun." "Well," I said, as calmly as I could, "are you going to stand by me?" "I would, Mr. Gordon, "he replied, "if there was any good, but there ain't time to get a po6se, and what's one Winchester against a mob of cowboys like them?" "If you'll lend me your gun," I said, "I'll show just what it is worth without troubliug you." "I'll do better than that," said the sheriff, "and that's what I'm here for. Just sneak while there's time." "You mean"? I exclaimed. "That's it I'm goin away, and I'll leave the door unlocked. If you get clear, let me know your address, and later, if I want you, I'll send you word." He took a grip on my fingers that numbed them as if they had been caught in an airbrake and disappeared. I slipped out after the sheriff without loss of time. That there wasn't much to spare was shown by a crowd with some torches down the street, collected in front of a saloon. They were making a good deal of noise, even for the west. Evidently the flame was being fanned. Not wasting time, I struck for the railroad, because I knew the geography of that best, but still more because I want / dropped down on my hands and knees. ed to get to the station. It was a big risk to go there, but it was one I was willing to take for the object I had in view, and, since I had to take it, it was safest to get through with the job before the discovery was made that I was no longer in jail. It didn't take me three minutes to reach the station. The whole place was black as a coal dumper, except for the slices of light which "hone through the cracks of the curtained windows in the specials, the dim light of the lamp in the station and the glow of the row of saloons 200 feet away. I was afraid, however, that there might be a spy lurking somewhere, for it was likely that Camp would hope to get some clew of the letters by keeping a watch cu the station and the cars. Thinking boldness the safest course, I walked on to the platform without hesitation and went into the station. The "nigLt man" was sitting in his chair, nodding, but he waked up the moment I spoke. "Don't speak my name," I said warn jngly as he struggled to his feet, and then in the fewest possible words I told him what I wauted of him?to find if the pony I had ridden (Camp's or Baldwin's) was in town, and, if so, to learn where it was and to get the letters on the quiet from under the saddle flap. I chose this man, first, because I could trust him and, next, because I had only one of the Cnlleus as an alternative, and if any of them went sneaking round it would be sure to attract attention. "The moment you have the letters put them in the station safe," I ended, "find then get word to me." "And where'll you be, Mr. Gordon?" asked the man. "Is there any place about here that's a safe hiding spot for a few hours?" I asked. "I want to stay till I'm sure those letters are safe, and after that I'll steal on board the first train that comes n 1 I* "Then you'll want to be near here," said the man. "I'll tell you?I've got just the place for you. The platform's boarded in all round, but I noticed one plank that's loose at one end, right at this nigh corner, and if you just pry it open enough to get in and then pull the board in place they'll never find you." "That will do," I said, "and when the letters iire Siife come out on the platform, walk up and down once, bang the door twice, and then say, 'That local freight is late.' And if you get a chance tell one of the Cullens where I'm hidden." I crossed the platform boldly, jumped down and walked away. But after going 50 foet I dropped down on my hands and knees and crawled back. Inside of two minutes I was safely stowed away under the platform in about as neat a hiding place as a man could ask In fact, if I had only had my wits enough about me to borrow a revolver of the man, I could have made a pretty good defense, even if discovered. Underneath the platform was loose gravel, and as an additional precaution I scooped out, close to the side boarding, a trough long enough for me to lie in. Then I got into the note,, snoveiea me sand over my legs and piled the rest up in a heap close to me, so that by a few sweeps of my arm I could cover my whole body, leaving only my mouth and nose exposed, and those below the leveL That made me feel pretty safe, for, even if the cowboys found the loose plank and crawled in, it would take uncommon good eyesight in the darkness to find me. I had hollowed out my living grave to fit, and if I could have smoked I should have been decidedly comfortable. Sleep I dared not indulge in, and the sequel showed that I was right in not allowing myself that luxury. I hadn't much more than comfortably settled myself and let thoughts of a cigar and a nap flit through my mind when a row up the street showed that the jail breaking had been discovered. Then followed shouts and confusion for a few moments, while a search was being organized. I heard some horsemen ride over the tracks, and also down the street, followed by the hurried footsteps of half a dozen men. Some banged at the doors of the specials, while others knocked at the station door. One of the Cull ens' servants opened the door of 818, and I heard the sheriff's voice telling him he'd got to search the car. The darky protested, saying that the "gentmun was all away and only de miss inside." The row brought Miss Cullen to the door, and I heard her qsk what was the matter. "Sorry to trouble you, miss," said the sheriff, "but a prisoner has broken jail, and we've got to look for him." "Escaped!" cried Madge joyfully. "Ho w?" "That's just what gits away with me," said the sheriff. "My idee is"? "Don't waste time on theories," said Camp's voice angrily. '' Search the car.'' "Sorry to discommode a lady," said the sheriff gallantly, "but if we may just look around a little?" "My father and brothers went out a few minutes ago," said Madge hesitatingly, "and I don't know if they would be willing." Camp laughed angrily and said, "Stand aside there." " Don't you worry," said the sheriff. "If he's on the car, he can't git away. We'll send a feller up for Mr. Cullen, while we search Mr. Gordon's car and the station." They set about it at once and used up ten minutes ih the task. Then I heard Camp say: ' "Come, we can't wait all night for permission to search this car. Go ahead.'' "I hope you'll wait till my father comes," said Madge. "Now go slow, Mr. Camp," said the sheriff. "We mustn't discomfort the lady if we can avoid it." "I believe you're wasting time in order to help him escape," sputtered Camp, so angry as hardly to be able to articulate. "If you won't do your duty, I'll take the law into my own hands and order the car searched." "Nothin of the kind," said the sheriff. "But when a female is in question a gentleman, Mr. Camp?yes, sir, a gentleman?is in duty bound to be perlite." "Politeness be 1" cried Camp. "Git angry as you like," 6aid the sheriff wrathfully, "but me if any ' cuss has a right to use such j talk in the presence of a lady!" to be continued. Lilly Whites In Washington.? A delegation representing the reorganized wing of the South Carolina Republicans, consisting of Messrs. Pope, Melton, Brayton, Clayton, Murray, Smith and others, waited on Secretary Dick, of the national Republican campaign committee, and presen ted a memorial setting forth their claims for recognition as the regular Republican organization of South Carolina. Major Dick promised to give the petition careful scrutiny, promised that justice would be done where it was found justice was entitled. In the petition the claims for recognition are based upon various facts, notably being the preponderance of votes cast for McKinley by the socalled "Lillv-Whites," and the failure of Webster 0 call a state convention tion two years ago. The rest of the reasons are practically the same as were advanced at the St. Louis convention. As there is a petition to be filed by the opposing faction it is not likely that any decision can be reached for some weeks. Webster is not here, and during his absence his followers are practically hors du combat.?Washington correspondence News and Courier, Saturday. 86?" "How many men does it take to make a full company, captain ?" asked the visitor to camp. "One bartender can do it in two hours," returned the captain absentmindedly." pteaUanara? Reading. , | WAS A SMART MAN. During the recent overflow of the 1 Mississippi river, a well-dressed man, while picking his way through the woods, trying to avoid the water that was rapidly rising, came to a small < knoll almost surrunded by the flood ; and on the knoll he found a tall, lank 1 fellow, sitting on a log. The Btranger, delighted at seeing a human being, ran up to the lank fellow and exclaimed : I "T naitoK nroa itlorlHttr t/1 AAA A man in 1 my life. I have been in these infernal ' woods nearly a day and a half. My horse and I went down with a caving ; |bank; I managed to save myself, but couldn't save him. Now the question 1 is, how are we going to get out of this infernal ?" "Don'c know," the lank fellow anjswered, "wallowing" his tobacco I about in his mouth. "Why, don't you know the woods?" "Wall, did know 'em putty well, but the high water has wiped all the i roads out. 'Squire Blunt, that lives about fo' miles from here, knows ever' 1 inch of these woods, water or no water, an' I reckon he mout tell us how to git out." "All right; but how can we get to his bouBe?" "Lemme see. - Blame ef I know, but ef we was over thar we'd be all right." "That may be, but the question is, 1 what are we going to do about getting ( [there ?" "Don't know. I mout figger it out, but I never was good at 'rithmetic. I Ef Brother John was here, he could tell us how to git thar. John is a powerful smart feller." "Where is your brother John ?" "Don't know whar he is by this time. Seed him bout three hours ago, ( floatin' down through the timber on a I loir. Must be DUtty nigh down to the cut-off by this time." "Look here, the water is rising, and this is no time for foolishness. Bee, we are entirely surrounded." "Yes, that's so (squirting a stream I of tobacco juice through his teeth.) 1 Reckon we'll hatter wade." "Do you know a place where the water is not very deep ?" 1 "I did know yistidy, but the water has riz powerful sence then." "How long have you been sitting here? "Set down here this mornin'. Come 1 out to look for the cow an' got tired, an' my plan is alius to rest when I git tired. I have hearn it read outen the i papers that a good many men die from overwork, an' sence then I am mighty partickler." i "But how do you expect to get out of this place ?" "Don't know exactly." "But you've got to know pretty soon, for don't you see how rapidly the water is rising?" "Yes, 'tis comin' up right peart. You i air a stranger down here, I reckon." "Yes, haven't been here but a week, and if the Lord will only let me get out this time, I'll never come back." "What did you come down fur?" "I thought that I wanted to buy land." "Wall, if that's what you want I kin let you have a mighty fine piece. Raise a bale an' a ha'f to the acre." "Where is it?" "Don't know exectly whar it is now, but when I find it you can have it cheap. A few days ago it was right over yonder about three miles. Ain't a better watered place nowhar round here. Water's about ten feet on it now." "I don't want auy navigable land; 1 but, say, show me how to get out of these woods." "Don't be snached, an' mebby we kin strike up a trade after while." "I am not in a trading humor just at present. What I want is dry land and'a heap of it. I wonder if I can wade out through there?" "I reckon you can." "I have half a notion to try it." "Better make it a whole one." j "I'll do it. I don't care to stand here till the water comes up round i ? Wall nrnnH Kvo T f vnil luy ucttt. "Vlij gWMMjvt J want to stay here and be drowned it is no fault of mine." "So long," the lank fellow replied I spitting through his teeth. The stranger had waded about ' thirty feet when he lunged off over 1 his head. He spluttered and floundered and finally crawled back on the 1 knoll. "Whew ! that was awful !" he ex- < claimed. "You infernal scoundrel, ; why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what?" i "Tell me that I couldn't wade through there." 1 "How did I know what sort of a I wader you are ? Some folks can wade ' surprisin' an' then others can't wade so well. I tuck you fur one of the 1 boss waders, but I now see you ain't." "I ought to jump on you and beat ; vou." ' "No, I reckon not. Feller jumped 1 on me once and thought he would beat me, au' the doctor 'lowed he had made a powerful mistake. Feller had good health befo' that, but afterwards he complained mightily." i "I declare, I don't know what to do." ] "Thought you was goin' to jump on < me." ' "No, I don't want to hurt you. 1 Look here; in less than half an hour i from now this knoll will be under 1 water." < "Ef I was going' to bet, w'y I'd bet < thatter way." i "And you are going to stay here and be drowned ?" "I kaiu't tell yit." "You are a fool?that's what's the matter with you." "Yes, I ain't a s'preme jedge, but I've got mo' sense than to go out in a woods that I don't know anything about an' git drowned." "But you haven't got enough sense to get out of a woods that you do know something about." "Oh, I think so." The lank fellow got up, went behind a tree, took up a canoe, and, as he was preparing to shove it off, remarked : "I never fool with high water, cap'n, an' ef you buy land down here an' i: kit. ......Ill Q IW.tlo live UU lb OVTUIIC JUU ll 1 0iu u iikwiv 96DR6 yo'se'f. So loDg." "What, you are not going to leave methis'way?" t "Yes, I've got rested now an' must go home an' tell the folks that I kain't find that fool cow." He shoved ofif the canoe and got in. "For heaven's sake take me with you," the stranger implored. "Oh, I reckon it's best not to?might 3p'ile you to ride with a fool." "Come back, my friend; I was hasty." "Yes, I sorter think you was." "I did'n mean to call you a fool? I'm the fool." "An' am I a smart man ?" "Indeed, you are." "The smartest man in this country ?" the fellow asked, slowly pad dling the canoe toward the knoll. "Yes, the very smartest." "Wall, but am I the smartest man you ever seed ?" "Yes, I think you are." "But you mustn't think?you must know it." "Well, then, I know it." "An' don't you think, or ruther don't you know that I would make a good governor ?" "Yes, I know you would." "Ur a president either?" "Yes, you would make a good anything." ' "All right, my boy; now you may git in. Oh, I tell you it do a man a power of good to travel round in this part of the country. He l'arns faster than ef he was in a college."?Arkan 3aw Traveler. HELPED HIM OUT. Once more it is the Washington girl. This time the story is in the nature of a love story and is as true as it is beautiful. The girl in question' is one of that impetuous, warm-hearted, impulsive kind, which is indigenous to this latitude, and she is as sharp intellectually as if she were a Boston product. The man in the case is a New Englander, in Washington during the wiuter, because Washington is the finest winter resort on earth, and this young man has got money enough to have the very best of everything. At the same time he is as diffident and distant as the chariest Yankee that ever lived, n 1 hoi Via ta all riirVlt tvVtari fVlft IPO ia aiuoiu uc 10 an iiguw vruvu vuv ?w ?w broken around him. The young chap was in love with the girl, and had been since last winter, but he stumbled over himself so when he tried to tell her, that she really never knew what was the matter with him, though she more than half suspected. When Lent began, be thought the time had arrived when he must tell her all that was in his throbbing heart, and proceeded to do so. "Miss Blank," he said, after a lot of preliminaries, with which this chronicle has nothing to do, "I have something very important to say to you this evening." "Yes?" she twittered cheerily from the depths of an easy chair she occupied about 40 feet away from him. "Yes, Miss Blank," be said, after a pause, "I love you?love you more than I can tell. Dou't you know thai I do?" be added nervously. She was as cool as a cucumber, which was rather remarkable, seeing that she had a very large place in her heart for the bashful suitor. "I can't say that I do. Mr. X," she replied, with a chill to his hopes. "But you ought to know it, Miss Blank," he insisted. "I don't see why I ought," she argued. "Because I love you, that's why," and be got up and began pacing ine floor. "That's no reason why I should know it," she persisted. "If it isn't, is there anything I can 3o to show you how much I love you ?" By this time he was so nervous he almost danced. "Yes, there is, and you ought to know what it is, Mr. X," and now the young woman arose and faced him as be stopped near her chair. "Name it," he said hoarsely, "and ['11 do it if it takes my life." "Why it is simply to take me in your arms and kiss me. That's what t is, and you ought to have done it long ago." They will be married in June.? Washington Star. Hunting Wolves.?The gray wolf is not much taller than a setter dog. He is longer and heavier, a sort of eombination of wire and rawhide, which never tires and can cover ground with great rapidity. A man not long igo started two wolf hounds after six hungry wolves of this type. The dogs evertook the wolves with unexpected ease, and then the wolves ate the dogs, evidently thankful that a supply train bad followed tbem. A year ago a man who believes in poisoning wolves, dragged a fresh beef hide 31 miles, throwing out bait of poisoned meat. Next day, on bis return over the line, be found 28 wolves and coyotes dead, while others, no doubt, bad wandered away sick to some bole or other aBd died. A very effective trap is miide of a gaog of fishhooks baited with meat. The hooks are hung on wires and fastened to branches. The animals come along, smell the bait, and getting on their hind legs, succeed in reaching it. The bending of the branch prevents the hooks trora oeing lorn oui. ic makes it decidedly interesting when a panther gets hold of a book instead of a wolf. JONAH AND THE WHALE. An old whaler, who is a devout Bible student, writes to the Sunday Journal about Dr. Lyman Abbott's sermon ' on Jonah and the while. He is Mr. George A. Lord, of No. 327 Main street, Springfield, Mass., and be proceeds to show just now Jonah might have been swallowed and lived in the whale as follows: "Being an old whaler, I have had more and better opportunities of studying the habits and cbaractertics of the whale than those who have never assisted in capturing one. In the first place, the whale is not a fish. The whale is a warm-blooded animal, and is classified among the mammalia. It suckles its young, and the sex is spoken of among whalers as the bull and cow whale. "The whale referred to in the Book of Jonah is the sperm whale, which is found mostly in the tropics. This species is different from the right whale, which is found in the colder localities. "The sperm whale has a large throat II 1 c ?..:J ana can swaiiow large pieces ui chjuiu, oftentimes two feet square, and as long. It bas a formidable set of teeth with which to cut the squid. The right wbale bas a very small throat, and therefore bas to subsist upon small fish. "His methods of feeding are to rush into a school of small fish with mouth wide open, taking fish and water together. He then closes his mouth and blows the water out through the blowhole on the top of bis head. The ' fish are retained in the mouth by the hairs of the bones in the roof of his mouth. He then swallows the fish. "Another peculiarity of the sperm whale in connection with the story is that, being warm blooded, it must have oxygen.f Now, the sperm whale has the means of taking enough air to allow him sound, that is, to descend to the depth of 250 fathoms, and remain there for 30 minutes at a time. He does this only when harpooned. After the boat is fastened to the whale and ho hoa snnn^afl oil tho man hftVft fcn do is to quietly wait until be starts to rise.?New York Journal. HIS VERSION. Until the last year Rev. Sexton was a strong advocate of home and foreign missions; but be no longer advocates the expenditure of money for the spread of the gospel in foreign lands. "There is enough room in this country for work," is about the motto he has adopted. This change of opinion was caused by a recent visit Rev. Sexton made to the mountains and a discovery he made just over the state line in North Carolina. While passing along a rugged road he met an uncouth youth. A conversation followed, in which the man's name was found to be "Bill." When asked if he had been to church lately, the mountaineer gave a look of surprise, but later said he supposed he and his father had heard a man preach one time. "What did the man talk about ?" asked Sexton. "Why," ejaculated the wonder ' e n hL. ^ -1 _ striCKeu lenow, "ne loie us uuut ci man what made liquor outen water, and the bull pacel uv 'em got drunk an' killed er fellow name uv o' Christ." The blacksmith preacher thought of the many sledge hammer blows be had struck at the devil, but this almost knocked him out. He, however, ventured to ask the mountaineer where the lynching took place, when he secured this answer: "Yes sah, that man' er talkin' uv the fight opened pap's eyes too. Why', I thiuk it wuz up thar 'bout Murphy whar they killed the feller."?Knoxville Sentinel. VST Renan tells a story of a church service in Brittany where the priest delivered such a touching appeal that his hearers, with one exception, shed tears. But this one robust individual, who was leaning back against a pillar, remained unmoved throughout the en tire sermon. ine rest 01 iuu uuugrngation could Dot imagine bow this heart of stone had remained untouched. "And you," said one of them to the man, "You are not weeping I" "Why, no," said he, "I don't belong to this parish I" flfiT A scientific man who has given much study to the question has come to the conclusion that the weight of the earth, taking the ton as the unit, is expressed by a figure six followed by twenty-one ciphers. There is reason to believe that this estimate is fairly accurate, and also to be thankful that in the nature of things it is impossible to drop the earth on one's toes.