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THE GARBER SENTINEL, GARBER, OKLAHOMA
The Wreckers
By
FRANCIS LYNDE
OooTrtrht by rharlrs fWlbiW, Rom
"RESIGNED—GAVE UP AND RAN AWAY?"
_ r,?T'"„7f:r8tmT *°rror r,ulrnn'1 manager. and hi. m-cretarv. Jimmie
Do.ld., are marooned i fanj l.Twk Hiding with a young lady. Slifila Ma. rae,
and her small cousin. I tl,,y witness , peculiar train holdup, in which
a special oar \* carried of! Norcrosc rec ognised th.
wlck'i. financial magnate, whom lie was to in. . t at IN
rescue Chadwlck. The latter offers Nor cross t
Pioneer Short Line, which Ik in the hand* of eastet
Breckenrldge Dunton, preHlrient of the line \on ;
Macrae In stopping at Portal City accepts Dodds 0i
tween Rufus Hatch and Gust a \. Hi-n.-kel. Portal
they admit complicity In rhadw ick a Hdnaping their c
wick from attending a meeting of dire, tors to reor
Line, which would jeopardise their Interests. To curl
ir stolen an John Chad-
>rtal City. He and I)odds
he management of the
n •'peculators, headed by
ss learning that Shells
•-riieurs conversation be-
lt y financiers, in which
•bject being to keep Chad-
ganlxe the pioneer Short
. „ . , , __ , , . „ . - J *he monopoly controlled
by Hatch and Henckel, the lied Tower cor|>oratlon, Norcross forms the Cltisens'
Storage and Warehouse company. He begin* to manifest a deep Interest In
Sheila Macrae. l)odds learns that Sheila Is married, but living apart from her
husband. Norcross does not know this.
uht ari of hursey. I had to blink hard
two or three times before I eouhl real-
Iy,mnke up ray mind that the tii>-toer
was Maisie Ann. She looked as if she
might be tlie nurse's understudy. She
had a nifty little laee cap on her thick
mop of hair, and I her apron
mi meant to be nursey too. only It | «Pe getting reu.ly to resign. Isn t it
wild fillleil mitl tucked to a fare-you
well.
"It was what I «■ lelllng you
about, that same evening, you remem-
ber— down lu the hall when you
brought the flowers for Cousin Sheila.
Vou told luni what 1 told you, didu t
you ?"
"No; I didn't have a chauee—not
any real chance."
"Then somebody else told him. Jlin-
mle; and that is the reason he has
resigned and gone away. Mr. Vau
Brltt thinks it was on account of the
two messages from Mr. Chadwlck
and Mr. I'union, and that is why he
wants to talk to you about It. Hut
you know, and 1 know, Jimiule, dear;
and for Cousin Sheila's sake and Mr.
Norcross', we must never lisp it to a
human soul. A new general manager
has been appointed, and he Is on his
way out here from New York. Every-
thing hits gone to pieces ou the rail-
road, and all of Mr. Norcross' friends
"Vou poor, poor boy!" she cooed,
putting my pll'iow Just like my grand-
little
CHAPTER V
And Satan Came Also
"I saw your office lights from the
street," was the way the lied Tower
president began on me, and Ills voice
took me straight hack to the Oregon
■woods and a lumber camp where the
saw-filers were at work. "Where is
Mr. Norcross?"
I told him that Mr. Norcross was
tip-town, and tluu 1 didn't suppose lie
would come back to the office again
that night, now that it was so late.
"My name is Hatch, of the Keil
Tower company," he grated, afler a
minute or two. "You're the one they
call Dodds, aren't you?"
I admitted it, and he went on.
"Norcross brought you here with
him from the West, didn't lie? What
pay are you getting here?"
It was on the tip of my tongue to
<'uss him out right there and then
and tell him it was none of his busi-
ness. But the second thought (which
Isn't always lis good as it's said to
be) whispered to me to lead him on
and see how far he would go. So I
told him the figures if my pay check.
"I'm needing another shorthand
man, and I can afford to pay a good
bit more than that," he growled.
"They tell me you are well up at the
top In your trude. Are you open to an
offer?"
I let him have it straight then. "Not
from you," I said.
"And why not from me?"
Here was where I made my first
bad break. All of a sudden I got so
nngry at the thought that he was ac-
tually trying to buy me that 1 couldn't
see anything but red, and I blurted
out, "Because I don't hire out to work
for any strong-arm outfit—not If 1
know It!"
For R little while he sat blinking
at me from under his bushy eyebrows,
and his turd mouth was drawn Into
n straight Kne with a mean little
wrinkle coming and going at the cor-
ners of it.
When he got ready to speak ngain
he said, "Y'ou're only a boy. You want
to get on In the world, don't you?
I'm offering you a good chance: the
best you ever had. Vou don t owe
'Norcross anything more than your
job, do you?"
"Maybe not."
"That's better. Put on your hat
and come along with me. I want to
viiow you what I can do for you in a
lietter field than railroading ever was,
or ever will be. It'll pay you and
he named a figure that very nearly
made me fall dead out of my chair.
Of course, it was all plain enough.
The boss had him on the hip with that
kidnaping business, with me for a
witness. And he was trying to fix the
witness.
"I guess we needn't heat about the
bushes any longer, Mr. Hatch," I said,
bracing up to him. "I haven't told
the sheriff, or anybody but Mr. Nor-
cross, what I know about a certain
little train hold-up that happened a
few weeks ago down at Sand Creek
siding; but that isn't saying that I'm
not going to."
If I had had the sense of a field
mouse, I might have known that I
was no match for such a man; but
I lacked the sense—lacked it good and
hard.
"You're like your boss," he said
shortly. "You'd go a long distance out
of your way to make an enemy when
there is no need of it. That hold-up
business was a joke, from start^ to
finish. I don't know how yon and Nor-
cross came to get in on it; the joke
was meant to be on John Chadwlck.
The night before, at a little dinner we
. were giving him at the railroad club,
be said there never was a railroad
hold-up that couldn't have been stood
off. A few of us got together after-
ward and put up a job on him ; sent
him over to Strathcona and arranged
to have him held up on the way back."
"Mr. Chadwlck didn't take it as a
joke!" I retorted.
"I know he didn't; and that's why
we're all anxious now to dig a hole
and bury the thing decently. Perhaps
we bad all been taking a drop too
much at the club dinner that night.
At that' I swelled up man-size and
'• kicked the whole kettle of fat Into
the fire.
"Of course, it was a Joke! I rip-
ped out. "And your coming bere to-
night to try to hire me away from Mr.
Wircross is another. The woods are
lull of good shorthand men, Mr. Hatch,
but for the present I think I shall
right where I am—where a court
can find me when I'm
subpoena
wanted."
"That's till nonsense, and you know-
it—if you're not too much of a kid to
know anything," he snapped, shooting
out his heavy jaw at me. "I merely
wanted to give you a chance to get
rid of the railroad collar, if you felt
like It. I like a fighting man; and
you've got nerve. Take a night and
sleep on It. Maybe you'll think dif-
ferently in the morning."
Here was another chance for me to
get off with a whole skin, hut by this
time 1 was completely lost to any
sober weighing and measuring of the
possible consequences. Leaning across
the desk end 1 gave him a final shot,
just as he was getting up to go.
"Listen, Mr. Hatch," I said. "Yon
haven't fooled me for a single minute.
Yotir guess is right; I heard every
word that passed between you and
Mr. Henckel that Monday morning In
the liullard lobby. As 1 say, I haven't
Everything Went Blank.
told anybody yet but Mr. Norcross;
but if you go to making trouble for
him and the railroad company, I'll go
into court and swear to what I know!"
He was half-way out of the door
when I got through, and he never
made any sign that he heard what I
said. After he was gone I began to
sense, just a little, how big a fool I
had made of myself. But I was still
mad clear through at the idea that
he had taken me for the other kind of
a fool—the kind that wouldn't know
enough to be sure that the president
of a big corporation wouldn't get
down to tampering with a common
clerk unless there was some big thing
to be stood off by it.
Stewing and sizzling over it, I put-
tered around with the papers on my
desk for quite a little while before I-
remembered the two telegrams, and
the fact that I'd have to go and stick
the three-bladed knife into Mr. Nor-
cross. When I did remember, I shoved
the messages .into my pocket, flicked
off the lights and started to go up-
town and bunt for the boss.
After closing the outer door of the
office I don't recall anything particular
except that I felt my way down the
headquarters stair In the dark and
groped across the lower hall to the
outside door that served for the stair-
case entrance from the street. When
I had felt around and found the brass
knob, something happened, I didn't
know just what. In the tiny little
fraction of a second that I had left,
as you might say, between the hearse
and the grave, I had a vague notion
that the door was falling over on me
and mashing me fiat; and after that,
everything went blank.
When I came to life out of what
seemed like' an endless succession of
had dreams it was broad daylight and
the sun was shining brightly through
some filmy kind of curtain stuff in a
big window that looked out toward the
west. I was in bed, the room was
strange,, and my right hand was
wrapped up in a lot of cotton and
bandaged.
I hadn't more than made the first
restless move before I saw a sort of
pie-faced woman in a nurse's cap and
apron start to get up from where she
was sitting by the window. .Before
she could come over to the bed, some- takim
body opened a door and tip-toed In J right.
mother used to when I wa
kid and had the mumps or the measles.
"Are you still roaming around in the
Oregon woods ?"
That brought my dream, or one of
them, back; the one about wandering
around in a forest of Douglas fir and
having to jump and dodge to keep the
big trees from falling on me and
smashing me.
"No more woods f sr mine," I said,
sort of feebly. And then: "Where
am 1?"
"You are In bed In the spare room
at Cousin Basil's. They wonted to
take you to the railroad hospital that
night, but when they telephoned up
here to try to find Sir. Norcross,
Cousin Basil went right down and
brought you home with him in the am-
bulance."
"'That night,' you say?" I parroted.
"It was last night that the door fell
on me. wasn't it?"
"I don't know anything about a door,
hut the night that they found you all
burnt and crippled, lying at the foot
of your office stairs, was three days
ago. Y'ou have been out of your head
nearly all the time ever since."
"Burnt and crippled? What hap-
pened to me, Maisie Ann?"
"Nobt.dy knows; not even the doc-
tors. We've been hoping that some
day you'd lie able to tell us. Can't
you tell me now, Jimmie?"
I told her all there was to tell,
mumbling around among the words
the best I could. Then she told me
how the headquarters watchman had
found me about midnight; with my
right hand scorched black and the
rest of me apparently dead and ready
to be buried. The ambulance surgeon
had Insisted, and was still insisting,
that I bad been handling a live wire;
but there were no wires at all in the
lower hall, and nothing stronger than
an incandescent light current in the
entire office building.
"And you say I've been here hang-
ing on by my eyelashes for three days?
What has been going on In all that
time, Maisie Ann? Hasn't anybody
been here to see me?"
She gave a little nod. "Everybody,
nearly. Mr. Van Britt has been up
every day, and sometimes twice * day.
He has been awfully anxious for you
to come alive."
"But Mr. Norcross?" I queried.
"Hasn't he been up?"
She shook her head and turned her
face away, and she was looking
straight out of the window at the set-
ting sun when she asked, "When was
the last time you saw Mr. Norcross,
Jimmie?"
I choked a little over a big scare
that seemed to rush up out of the
bed-clothes to smother me. But I
made out to answer her question, tell-
ing her how Mr. Norcross had left the
office maybe half an hour or so before
I did, that night, going up-town with
Mr. Bipley. Then I asked her why
she wanted to know.
"Because nobody has seen him since
a little later that same night," she
said, saying It very softly and with-
out turning her head. And then: "Mr.
Van Britt found a letter from Mr.
Norcross on his desk the next morning.
It was just a little typewritten note,
on a Hotel Bullard letter sheet, say-
ing that he had made up his mind
that the Pioneer Short Line wasn't
worth fighting for, and that he was
resigning and taking the midnight
train for the East."
I sat straight up In bed; I should
have had to do it if both arms had
been burnt to a crisp clear to the
shoulders.
"Resigned?—gave up and ran away?
I don't believe that for a single min-
ute, Maisie Ann I" I burst out.
She was shaking her head again,
still without turnirig her face so that
I could see it.
"I—I'm afraid It's all true. Jimmie.
There were two telegrams that came
to Mr. Norcross the night he went
away; one from Mr. Chadwlck and the
other from Mr. Dunton. I heard Mr.
Van Britt telling Cousin Sheila what
the messages were. He'd seen the
copies of them that they keep in the.
telegraph office."
It was on my tongue's end to say
that Mr. Norcross never had seen those
two telegrams, because I had them in
my pocket and was on my way to de-
liver them when I got shot; but I didn't.
Instead, I said: "And you think that
was why Mr. Norcross threw up his
hands and ran away?"
"No; I don't think anything of the
sort. I kpow what It was, and you
know what it was," and at that she
turned around and pushed me gently
down among the pillows.
"What was It?" I whispered, more
than half afraid that I was going to
hear a confirmation of my own breath-
taking conviction. And I beard It, all
perfectly heart-breaking?"
It was; It was so heart-breaking
that I just gasped once or twice and
went off the hooks again, with Maisie
Ann's frightened little shriek ringing
In my ears as she tried to hold me
back from slipping ovur tlie edge.
CHAPTER VI
What Every Man Knows
I wasn't gone very long on this sec-
ond excursion Info the woozy-woozies,
though It was night-time, and the
shaded electric light was turned on
when I ripened my eyes and found
Mrs. Sheila sitting by the bedside.
The change in Mrs. Sheila sort of
made me gasp. She wasn't any less
pretty as she sat there with her hands
clasped in her lap, but she was dif-
ferent ; sober, and with the laugh all
gone out of the big gray eyes, and a
look In them as if she had suddenly
become so wise that nobody could
ever fool her.
"You are feeling better now?" she
asked, when she found me staring at
her.
I told her I guessed I was, but thnt
iny hand hurt me some.
You have had a great shock of some
kind—besides the burn, Jimmie," she
rejoined, folding up the bed covers so
that the bandaged hand would rest
easier. "The doctors are all puzzled.
Does your head feel quite clear now—
so that you can think?"
"It feels as If I had a crazy clock
In it." I said. "But the thinking part
is all right. Have you heard any-
thing from Mr. Norcross yet?"
"Not a word. We have been hop-
ing that you could tell us something
when you should recover sufficiently
to talk. Can't you, Jimmie?"
Remembering what Maisie Ann had
told me Just before I went off the
hooks, I thought I might tell her a
lot if I dared to. But that wouldn't
do. So I Just said:
"I told Maisie Ann all I knew about
Mr. Norcross. He left the office some
little time before I did—with Mr. Rip-
ley. I didn't know where they were
going."
"They went to the hotel," she helped
out. "Mr. Ripley says they sat In the
lobby until after ten o'clock, and then
Mr. Norcross went up to his rooms."
Of course, I knew that Mr. Ripley
knew all about the Hatch ruction;
but if he hadn't told her, I wasn't go-
ing to tell her.
"There was some trouble In con
nectlnn with Mr. Hatch that evening,
wasn't there?" she asked,
"Hatch had some trouble—yes. But
I guess the boss didn't have any," I
replied.
"Tell me about It," she commanded;
and I told her just as little as I could;
how Hatch had bad an interview with
the boss earlier in the evening, while
I was away.
"It wasn't a quarrel?" she suggested.
"Why Should they quarrel?"
asked.
She shook her head. "You are spar-
ring with me, Jimmie, lu some mis-
/
"You Are Sparring With Me, Jimmie.1
taken idea of being loyal to Mr. Nor
cross. You needn't, you know. Mr,
Norcross has told me all about his
plans; he has even been generous
enough to say that I helped him make
them. That is why I cannot under-
stand wny he snould do as he has
done—or at least as everybody be-
lieves he has done."
I saw how it was. Shu was trying
to find some explanation that would
clear the boss, aud perhaps Implicate
the Hatch crowd.' I couldn't tell her
the real reason why he had run away
Maisie Ann had been right as right
about that; we must keep It to our
two selves. But I tried to let her
down easy.
"Mr. Van Brltt has told you about
those two telegrams that came after
Mr. Norcross left the office," I said,
st.II coveting up the fact that the tele-
grams hadn't been delivered—that they
were probably lu the pocket of my
coat right now, wherever that was.
"They were enough to make any uinn
throw up bis hands and quit, I should
say."
"No," she insisted, looking me
straight in the eyes. "Y'ou are not
telling the truth now, Jimiule. You
know Mr. Norcross better than any
of us, and you know that It isn't the
least little bit like him to walk out
and leave everything to go to wreck.
Have you ever known of bis doing
anything like that before?"
I had to admit that I hadn't; that,
on the other hand. It was the very
thing you'd least expect him to do.
But at the same time I bud to hang
on to my sham belief that it was the
tiling be had done: either that, or
tell Iter the truth.
"Every man reaches his limit, some
time!" I protested. "What was Mr.
Norcross lo do, I'd like to know; with
Mr. Chadwlck getting scared out, and
Mr. Dunton threatening to fire him?"
The thing he wouldn't do would 1
be to go off and leave all of his
friends, Mr. Van Brltt and Mr. Hor-
nack, and all the rest, to fight It out
alone. You know that as well as I
do, Jimmie Dodds!"
"If you won't take my theory, you
must have one of your own," I said;
not knowing ..hat else fo say.
"I have," she flashed back, "and
T want you to hurry und get well so
that you can help me trace It out."
•Me?" 1 queried.
'Yes, you. The others are all so
stupid! even Mr. Van Brltt and Mr.
Ripley. They insist that Mr. Norcross
went east to see and talk with Mr.
'hadwick. They have found out that
Mr. Chadwlck left Chicago the day
after he sent that telegram, to go up
into the Canadian woods to look ut
some mines, or something. They say
that Mr. Norcross has followed him,
and that Is why they don't hear any-
thing from him."
"What do you think?" I nsked.
She didn't answer right away, and
in the little pause I suw a sort of
frightened look come Into her eyes.
But all she said was, "I want you to
hurry up and get well, Jimmie, so you
can help."
I'm well enough now, if they'll let
me get up."
'Not tonight; tomorrow, maybe."
Then: "Mr. Van Brltt Is down-stairs
with Cousin Basil. He has been very
anxious to talk with you as soon as
you were able to talk. May I send
him up?"
Of course I said yes; and pretty
soon after she went away, our one
and only millionaire came In. He
looked as he always did; Just i>s If
he had that minute stepped out of a
Turkish bath where they shave and
scrub and polish a man till he shines.
'How are you, Jimmie?" he rapped
out. "Glad to see you on earth again.
Feeling a little more fit, tonight?"
I told him I didn't think It would
take more than half a dozen fellows
of my size to knock me out, but I was
gaining. Then he sat down and put
me on the question rack. I gave lilm
all I bad—except that fhing about the
undelivered telegrams and two or three
others that I couldn't give him or any-
body.
"We're In pretty bad shape, aren't
we?" I suggested.
We couldn't be In worse shape,"
was the way he put it. Then he told
me a little more than Maisie Ann had;
how President Dunton had wired to
stop all the betterment work on the
Short Line until the new general man-
ager could get on the ground; how the
local capitalists at the head of the
new Citizens' Storage & Warehouse
organization were scared plumb out of
their shoes and were afraid to make a
move; and how the newspapers all
over the state were saying that It was
Just what they had expected—that the
railroad was crooked in root and
branch, and that a good man couldn't
stay with It long enough to get his
breath.
"Then the new general manager has
been appointed?" I asked.
He nodded. "Some fellow by the
name of Dlstnuke. I don't know him,
and neither does llornack. He is on
his way west now, they say."
"Mr. Norcross hasn't shown up at
Mr. Chadwick's Chicago offices?" I
ventured.
"No. The telegraph people have
been wiring everywhere and can't get
any trace of him."
"Tell them to try Galesburg. That's
where his people live."
"I know," he said; and he made a
note of the address on the back of an
envelope. Then he came at me again,
on the "direct," as a lawyer would
say.
"You've been closer to Norcross in
an Intimate way than any of us, Jim-
mie: haven't you seen or heard some-
thing that would help to turn a little
more light on this damnable blow-up?"
I hadu't—outside of the one thing
I couldn't talk about—and I told'him
so. and at this he let me see a little
more of whut was going on in his
own mind.
"Y'ou're one of us, in a way, Jim-
mie, and I can talk freely to you.
Mrs. Macrae Insists that there has
been foul play of some sort, You say
you weren't present when Hatch called
on Norcross at the office that night?"
"No; I came In just after Hatch
went away."
"Did Norcross say anything to make
you think there had been a fight?"
"He told me that Hatch was abusive
and had made threats—in a business
way."
"In a business way? What do you
mean by that?"
I quoted the boss' own words, as
nearly as I could recall them.
"So Hatch did make a threat, then?
Can you add anything more?"
I could, but I didn't want to. Mr.
Van Brltt didn't know anything about
the Sand Creek siding bold-up, or I
supposed he didn't, and 1 didn't want
to be the first one to tell him. Besides,
the whole business was beside the
mark. Maisie Ann knew, and 1 knew,
that the boss, strong and unbreakable
as he was In other ways, hail siiuply
thrown up Ids hands und quit because
somebody had told lilui that Mrs.
Sheila had a husband living. So I
Just said:
"Nothing thnt would help cut," and
after he had talked a little while
longer our only millionaire went down-
stairs again.
It's so funny how things change
around for a person Just by giving
them time to sort of shake down into
place and tit themselves together.
After a while the chin edge of the
wedge that Mrs. Sheila hud been try-
"We Must Stand by Him and Defend
Him."
lng to drive Into me began to take
hold. Just a little, In spite of what I
knew—or thought I knew. Wus It
barely possible, after all, that there
had been foul play of some sort?
In the first place, something had
been done to me by somebody: It was
a sure thing that I hadn't crippled and
half-killed myself all liy my lonesome.
Then they had said that the boss
stayed up with Mr. Ripley that night
until after ten o'clock, and had then
gone up to go to bed. That being th
case, how could anybody have got to
him between thnt time and the leav-
ing time of the midnight Fast Mall to
tell him about Mrs. Sheila?
Anyway It was stacked up, It made
a three-cornered puzzle, needing some-
body to tackle it right uway; and
when I finally went to sleep it wa'
with the notion that, sick or no sick,
I wns going to turn out early in the
morning and get busy.
I was well enough to get up the next
morning, and when I phoned to Mr.
Van Brltt he sent his car out to the
major's to take me down to the office.
Just before I left the house, Mrs.
Sheila waylaid me, and after telling
me that I must be careful and not
tuke cold In the burnt hand, she put
In another word about the boss' dis-
appearance.
"I want you to remember what 1
said last night, Jiinmle, and not let
the others talk you over Into the be-
lief thnt Mr. Norcross has gone away
because he was either discouraged o
afraid. He wouldn't do that: you
know It, and I know It. We are hit
friends, you aud I. and we must stand
by him and defend lilm when he isn't
here to defend himself."
It did me good to bear her talk
that way. I had been sort of getting
ready to dislike her for letting the
boss get In so deep and not telling
him straight out'that she was a mar-
ried woman and he mustn't; but
when I saw that she was trying to be
Just us loyal to him as I was, It pulled
me over to her side again.
Though the boss" disappearance was
now four days old, things were still
in a sort of daze down at the rail-
road offices. Mr. Van Britt, being the
general superintendent and next in
command, had moved over Into the
boss' office, and Fred May was doing
his shorthand work. They wouldn't
let me do anything much—I couldn't
do much with my right arm in a
sling—so I had a chance to hang
around and size up" the situation. If
you want to know how It sized up,
you can take it from me that it was
pretty bad. People all along the line
were bombarding Mr. Van Brltt with
letters and telegrams wanting to know
what was going to be done, and what
the change in management was go-
ing to mean for the public, and all
that. Y'ou see. Mr. Norcross had laid
out a mighty attractive program In
the little time he had been at the
wheel, and now it looked as if it was
all going to be dumped into the ditch.
Jimmia turn* sleuth
ITO BE CONTINUED.J
Cotton and Oxygen.
Because the hollow fibres of cotton
are loaded with oxygen they burn with
a quick Hash. When you add to cot-
ton, which is already loaded with oxy-
gen, oil, which Is also loaded with oxy-
gen, the excess of oxygen Is likely soon,
er or later to make the cotton burst
iuto flame. That is how spontaneouu
combustion occurs among oily raga.
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