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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH. UTAH WDF DIPT O RUPERT HUGHES WNU Nord-Expres- CHAPTER of the time, and heartbroken with an affliction he couldnt any more help than a dwarf can help his size, or a rattlesnake his poison. But hes finished me. Its a tough world, Billy. The only decent thing fate has done for me is to show me you. He reached out and their hands met in no secret clutch but in the firm, frank grip of the universal brotherhood. It was some time before their clasp relaxed. Meanwhile Miss Thatcher was trying to drown the racket of the wheels under a song which she shouted into the pane with all the power of her lungs: nine-tent- On board the with Ostend as his immediate destination, Dr. David Jebb is bound tor America. Accompanying him is Cynthia Thatcher, his temporary ward. On the train they meet Big Bill Gaines, former classmate and fraternity brother of Davids. He tells Gaines of his mission, and of his one unconquerable vice an overwhelming desire for liquor. Jebb feels the urge coming to him again, and wants to safeguard the child, whose father is dead and whose mother waits for her in America. I Continued 3 Upon the leaden silence came the fluty ripple of a childish voice: Hello! an exquisite face peering through a cascade of curls was thrust into the fog of smoke: Nunkie Dave, are you dere? Jebb leaped to his feet and caught the child to him in alarm. How did you get here, sweetheart? I just come long de hall, Nunkie Dave. She calls me Nunkie Dave, he explained. Its shorter than Mr. Jebb. Cynthia, this is an old friend of your Nunkie Daves. Miss Cynthia Thatcher, may I present to you Mr. William Gaines? Theres a good deal of him, but its all wool and a yard wide. And it washes, said Gaines. He knew better than to patronize the young. He said, without condescension but with perfect gravity, as he put out his hand: Im delighted to meet you, Miss Thatcher. Wont you come and sit on my lap? She looked at him in dismay. His fair round capon-line- d torse was like a globe. She murmured: Im 'lighted to meet you, Mitha Gainth, but you got ijo lap to thet on. Then she took command. If you move ober, I like to look out de vinda. By all means, Miss Thatcher. And Gaines hunched his bulk aside, far enough for the little queen to establish herself at the pane. What did your Nunkie Dave say your name was? My name Thinthy Thashel. Gaines threw up his hands in horror. Thinthy Suitcase! The child shrieked with joy at the big mans stupidity. She corrected 'him as if he were an overgrown inwas the fant Thinthy Thashel name and no other. Thats a beautiful name, said the beautifullest Gaines meekly; name for the beautifullest girl I ever . saw. She threw a look of confused vanity at Jebb, then flattened her tiny snub of a nose against the pane, most unbecomingly, and watched the quickening sights as the train rattled into a village. Behind her back the men fell to talking about her: Cynthia Thatcher! Thats a great name for a child, said Gaines; shell be an old woman before she learns to pronounce it. But Jebb was gazing at her very solemnly. Poor little tike! Her history begins with a rush. Shes only five, and she has already crossed the ocean, bidden her mother a long lost her father forever, good-bbeen left alone among strangers in a land whose language she doesnt understand. And now she is sent back across the ocean in charge of a a man like me. Weve become great chums already. She likes me, and I I love her. Tve never had a child of my own, Billy. I never expect to have. But Ive helped dozens of children into the world, and Ive had hundreds of them brought to me maimed and twisted and defective and wounded and sick. Theyve been afraid of me, and Ive had to hurt them. And sometimes I couldnt help them at all, and Ive had to see them slip away from me like little drowning, frightened things. This is the first child, Billy, ever put in my keeping that was sound and well and beautiful and not meant for my horrible knives. I was so happy to have her. I scorned the idea of a nurse. Of course my training has taught me more about children than all the nurses on earth. And we set out like two children on a junket. I was her Nunkie Dave and she was my little Cynthy. And then that sot lurched into me damn him! no! poor dog! perhaps hes like me a decent fellow And hs I had a ickel Hith name wath Dappie Gway; I len tim to a To wide a mile away. po-ne- e, la-d- ee She tipped him, she lathed him, She dwove him froo the mire; I would not lend my pony now-woFaw aw dat w la-dee- th hi-a- h! At about the twentieth repetition of the little epic the pony stuck fast in the mire, for the train joggled up to a short stop. Outside the window was a small station. Some trifling accident, or a train dispatchers sig- - y, and big as his bulk, smote his fat knees with his fat hands, and rose: Ill get you the oranges, Miss Thinthy Sashel. Jebb checked him uneasily. Nonsense, Billy, she doesnt need them. She oughtnt to have them. She Nonsense yourself. I cant see a lady perish like Miss Tantalus with oranges just out of her reach. But the trairi may start. Ill, bet my hat well be here for a week. This is just the- sort of place where a train always stays a long while. Anyway, its just a few steps. He had squeezed through the door and was brushing both sides of the corridor before Jebb could restrain him. The car was vestibuled, but Gaines knew how to manipulate the door from within. The anxious Jebb saw him appear on the platform outside, glance forward and aft, and satisfy himself of the trains intention to remain. Then he skipped, as the fat skip, to the refreshment counter. The woman in charge was out of sight. She was not easily summoned. She did not understand Gaines German. He picked out three oranges and brandished them with one hand while the other plunged into his pocket. He had no small money. He found a bill. The woman went for the change. Her motives for leisureliness might be suspected. Gaines suspected them. He kept calling her and dancing impatiently. Eying the engine always he did not notice that a guard passing through the train and finding the vestibule door open, growled, and slammed it from within. the train started. Suddenly Gaines left the change to the woman, dashed to' the door, found it closed without handle or foothold. Like a melon on a stream, his disgusted face was swept past the window and past the staring, horrified face of Jebb. Jebb thrust his head out and watched the smooth long side of the train glide with increasing speed past the bewildered Gaines, who searched and clutched in vain, and was left staring, the costly golden apples dropping from his hands and bouncing uselessly about the platform. - CHAPTER II In the hurrying crisis of his affairs, the loss of his protector stamHis peded Jebbs usual sorrow for Gaines mishap was nothing to his sorrow for himself and the child. He dashed into the corridor, shouting to the guard to signal the train to stop. The guard was slow to be found and slower to understand; and once understanding, was of stopaghast at the simtrains of one Kaisers the ping ply to pick up a passenger. Besides, had not the passenger all the by the government ordained rules disobeyed and from the without permission descended? Jebb would have stopped the train himself, at whatever risk of fine and e imprisonment, but there was no to pull, and he had failed to note the device installed. His wrath and his anxiety and the necessity of putting them into German, choked him. He was frantic with fear, not for himself, but for the child, whose destinies were once more entirely in his untrustworthy hands. Cynthia had come out into the corridor and was staring at him in such bewilderment that she forgot to bemoan her oranges. Jebbs face y was pitiful. He. was in the and fearsome plight of one who cannot trust his own soul. As he stood, alternately wringing his hands and pleading with the wooden-heade- d guard, the train, leaping forward toward full headway to make up the lost time, took a sharp curve at high speed, and lurched round it, hurtling the child violently along the corridor. Jebb put out one arm to catch her. He put his other hand against the nearest support to steady himself, just as the whipcord snap of the cars sent a heavy door sliding shut. Its whole impact fell on Jebbs thumb. He managed to pull the door back enough to release his hand. He was used to the sight of other peoples wounds, but the vision of his own lacerated flesh, and the peculiarly exquisite anguish of a mashed thumb, sent a queasy thrill to his stomach. His knees turned to sand. He fainted and went toppling self-contr- Jebb threw his victim an ugly look. nal had caused the delay. The crew did not descend or open the doors. The guards had no explanations to vouchsafe, though timepieces were whipped out of pockets in all the compartments and passengers were worrying lest the halt compromise their chances of making the boat to America. Jebb was most nervous of all. He raised the window and poked his head out. There was no one to question. He went into the corridor to ask the guards. His only answer was a blunt Weiss nichts accompanied by a convincing look of stupidity. Jebb went back to his seat and played a devils tattoo on the leather. I hope to the Lord, nothing happens to hold us here long, Billy, he wailed, almost childishly. Ill not feel easy till Im safe on shipboard Of course Ive got you now, but I want to be on board. Ill take the ships doctor into my confidence and have him lock me up somewhere. His all too experienced excitement was interrupted by the frenzy of the little girl. She had discovered that the station had a refreshment room, and the refreshment room had a window where fruits and candies were appealingly displayed. Oh, see de awnjes!" she cried. Thinthy wants awnjes. Nunkie must go get awnjes for poor ickle Thinthy. Nunkie Dave Jebb answered: would love to, sweetheart, but the train might start. The argument carried little weight in the presence of the oranges. Nunkie, run fatht buy quick come back. Thinthy wont let old train go! naughty But Jebb shook his head and repeated his reasons. The child grew frantic. Jebb was dismal. I know just how you feel, honey, said Jebb, but Im afraid to risk it. Gaines, whose heart was as soft . lese-majes- te on bell-rop- ultra-lonel- 0 'Mystery' Clocks Secret Told The secret of the mysterious clock at the Hayden Planetarium, the glass dial of which seems to operate without any mechanism, was recently revealed. This clock once belonged to P. T. Bamum. . 0 HUGHES . . . 0 By RUPERT SERVICE SYNOPSIS i The passenger pigeon, so numerous that its flocks once darkened American skies for hours at a time, became extinct within a few years when market hunters knocked down the adult birds systematically from their roosts at night. ' and bumping to the floor, where the careening train rolled him like a loose barrel. Cynthia screamed. Passengers appeared at all the doors and jammed the corridor. A woman wrapped her arms about the distracted child, who was sobbing: Nunkie Davies dead! Davies dead! , Nunkie A man knelt and raised his head. Hes fainted, thats all. Has anybody got any brandy? As Cynthia was withdrawn from the scene, a Frenchman produced a flask: Je nai pas de brandee, monsieur, mais voice du cognac. Meme chose, monseer, said the American, as he pried Jebbs set teeth apart and poured a liberal potion into his clenched throat. A shiver quaked through Jebbs whole length; he strangled, gulped, opened his eyes, looked about feebly. Whats the matter? You smashed your thumb, old boy, and keeled over. Monseer here had some brandy handy and I forced it on you. No, no! gasped Jebb helplessly, not brandy! Yes, and good, too, by the sniff of it. You look a little green, old man. Have some more. No! cried Jebb as he pushed it away. You better, said the Yankee, holding it under his nostrils. said Jebb, with a deep Yes, breath. He seized the flask greedily and took a generous draught. He offered it back, but as the Frenchman put out his hand, Jebb reconsidered and set the bottle to his lips again. En servez-vousaid the Frenchman ironically. Jebb took him literally and helped himself liberally. You must have a copper-line- d throat, said the Yankee, to swig it straight! s! Jebb gave a further demonstration of his prowess. He sat up on the floor of the car and, winking conceitedly at his drank his good health. When the flask was again in his hands, the Frenchman turned it upside down with a rueful countenance. Only a drop or two leaked from it. With angry irony he said: Jen vous remercie. Huh? said Jebb. The Yankee interpreted with a laugh as he got Jebb to his feet. Monseer says hes much obliged for the flask. Jebb threw his, victim an ugly look, drove his fist deep into his pocket, and with a sneer offered a handful of money to the Frenchman. I pay for what I drink. How much? The Gaul understood without translation. He struck Jebbs hand aside, and the money jingled on the floor. Jebb was for trouncing him then and there, but the Yankee restrained him, pacified him, and guided him along the corridor to his own compartment. Jebb swayed a good deal, but it may have been the train. He dropped into his seat dazed. But it may have been the dizziness of his suffering. The Yankee brought to him the scared little girl and the coin, which he had gathered up in the corridor with the instinct that leads people to pick up other peoples runaway hats for them. Jebb thanked him for the little girl but waved the money away magnificently. Whats a little silver to me? he said a trifle thickly. The American laughed and, laying the money on the seat, vanished to his own compartment. With complete disregard of all his asepticism, Jebb wrapped his unsterilized handkerchief about his bleeding thumb. It was shrieking and throbbing, but an unleashed demon within him was shrieking and throbbing too. He was sick, sick, too grievously tormented to bind his own wound properly. 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