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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL [PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT.] BOOKED THROUGH. BY J. R. HUTCHINSON. [COPYRIGHT.] A miner sat on a hills de—a big, burly fellow, wfio looked every inch a ruffian, but carried a heart beneath his coarse shirt as tender as a babe's. heart beneath his coarse shirt as tender as a babe's. Above him, on either hand, towered the psaks of the Californian Sierras in solemn grandeur. At his feet lay a gulch of considerable depth, with a number of rough wooden shanties huduled together in the bed of it. It was a Sunday afternoon; the sun hung low over the western hills, and never a pick clinked in all the guloh. Only, at intervals, a sound of drunken merriment came floating up from Griff's saloon. As the miner listened to the sound h's lips curled in a smile of contempt. God knows what his past had been, but whatever its history it had left him gloomy, taciturn, unsociable. His miner chums had nicknamed him Gentleman Jim but in spite of his solitary habits they respeeted not less than they feared him. Where's kid off to now, I wonder. he said, looking about him as in search of some- one, L'me see.ihe was pouting downhill last time I set eyes on her. Come, old hoss, let a go'n' look her up." The child of whom he spoke was the only one in the diggings. Her mother had never been seen in those parts, and her father was dead- a victim to a bit of vengeful revolver pract ce on 'the part of a haH-t'.psy chum. Anything more unlike the rough and ready fre- quenters of the mines than th:" daughter cf the diggings could not well be imagined. The worst g U gi men ha,ve something good and tender in them still; and drinking, knife-using, lawless crew though the miners were, in the presence of "the lass" they became as docile as lambs. They fa. riv worshipped her. A, for Gentleman Jim, he had const'tuted himself her special protector. Tho two were mutually drawn to each other, and many a happy hour did 'the morose, solitary miner spend in the society of the tiny prattling ■ma.d. Now .that she had strayed from his side he rose abruptly, and strode down the slope, looking to right and left for s-onie s. gn of the truant. Ju-it bolow the group of shanties a deep eifth- outting roamed the hillside like a monster gaab. It was the starting-point of a branch railway which, when completed, woild connect the dig- gings with Dracon Oity, the nearest point of the groat trunk-lir.e, some four miles further down the gif.oh. The rails, as a matter of fact, were alra.idv' laid, and the diggings would ere this have bean in toudh with the outer world had not a tremendous freshet swept away a portion of tEvo railway embankment only a few weeks before. ITp-tn the hillside outtins the miner e saw lingered doubtfullv. On the track at its bottom there stood, he knew, a number of hand-enrg or trolleys, and on these he had once found the child playing. He had forbidden her ever going thers again, for the trolleys were prevented fron starting ff in a mad career down the teep track by a. mere block of wood placed under the front wheel of each. No," he said to himself with a shake of his shaggy head, she wouldn't go nigh them if I told her not." So, dismissing the thought from his mind, he directed his steps towards the ghanties. As he neared them he caught up with a couple of miners who were coming from the direction of the ralway. Seen anything o' the lass, mates?" he asked. The miners stopped. One of them was some- what unsteady on his legs, the otfiier fairly sober. The latter made answer: See her just now play in' on one o' them thar trolleys." On the trolley, did you say mate?" That's what I said," replieed the other, and don't you forget it!" Gentleman Jim did next seem likely to forget it. On the contrary he set off towards the rail- way lilt a run. Looked rayther skeered," remarked the more sober of the two miners to his companion. Guess I'll run back an' see what's up. And with that he hurried after Gentleman Jim. Two minutes sufficed to bring the latter to the edge of the cutting. Fifty feet below, at the bottom of the cutting, and in the lowermost of the line of trolleys, knelt the lass." grasping the crank-'handle of the car with both hands, and sing-ing- softly to herself as she worked it back and forth. At a glance Gentleman Jim saw that the crank was beginnng to revolve. Th<e trolley was in motion. He shouted, and the child, raising her head, looked up the s cpe. As she did so the he.vy Th<e trolley was in motion. He shouted, and the child, raising her head, looked up the s cpe. As she did so the he.vy iron crank swung sharply round, struck (her i'p sti the temple, and ft lied her to the bottom of the car, which, released from the restraint of her hands, began to move rapidly down the sloping track. Gentleman Jim cleared the bank almost at a bound, but he was too late to stop thetrolley. Kicking the wedge from under the wheel of the next in the line, he was about to set it in motion when the miner who had disclosed the lass's" whereabouts came sliding down the bank to his side. Tumble in, mate," shouted Gentleman Jim. The lass's off down the track in yonder trolley! Then I ain't sich a fool as to foller her," retorted the other, coolly. Reckon ye know the big dump's washed .out? Ay, I know it well," said Gentleman Jim, between his teeth; and we've got to catch that trolley afore it jumps the rails into the wash-out. Will ye come?" Durned if I do! was the dogged reply. Gentleman Jim stood holding the trolley back with one hand. With the other he seized the fellow round the waist and swung him upon the car. The trolley was fitted with double cranks. One of these Gentleman Jim seized. Take t'other," said he to his unwilling companion, or I'll chuck ye over the first trestle we come to!" The other sullenly obeyed, and the light car, impelled by their united strength, shot forward with a. velocity that made the wheels fairly sing upon the metals. The runaway trolley had now passed out of sight, round a bend. Presently, however, it re- appeared—the line forming a continuous zigzag in its descent of the precipitous gulch—a full quarter of a mile ahead. And the wash-out was but two. With such a start, could the runaway be -overtaken in time? Gentleman Jim heaved at the crank until the great knots of muscles upon his arms seemed like to burst beneath the strain. Again the runaway sped, out of and leapt into view. The child could now be seen clinging to the side of the car, her hair streaming in the wind. She had recovered from the effects of the blow. Gentleman Jim thought of the wash-out and groaned.- Better if she'd never come to, he muttered, "better far!" Then, with a sudden, fierce energy. 11 Faster mate! faster; or I'll chuck ye over the dump! His companion gave him a, malignant Icok, but redoubled his efforts. On and on, down and down, as swift as a mountain eagle on the wing! Was the distance between themselves and the runaway lessening? It seemed so. And now, borne back on the wild rush of mountain air, came a sound like a wail. The child was singing: — Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly." Gentleman Jim gave a great gulp as 1 caught the words. Ay, flying's the word for it, he m fcered, "straight for Kingdom Come. her for'ard, mate—for'ard, for all > The quivering trolley fairly leapt. Again that wailing note floated to their ears. Other refuge have I rp^ >. Hangs my helpless ?oul on Thee;> ♦ ?Z "m "'There ai^t no The. -therX^pe to help 'cept me and my mate ^Ille words vere still on his lips when the trolley stot out into mid-air upon a dizzy trestle- bridge whioh here spanned the gulch. Hundieds of feet below a mountain torrent foamed. A few seconds—only so long as it took to draw one deep fearful breath—and the chasm lay behind them. But to Gentleman Jim these few seconds brought a swift revelation of his own powerlessness. In tha.t other trolley the child sat motionless, looking neither to right nor left, singing still, with face upturned:- All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing!" Gentleman Jim looked about him quickly He almost expected to see the swift, hovering wings then and there. Certain it is that I.e heard them. The lass is right and I'm a fool! he said, reverontly. \Vhen it comes to this God A'migMty's all a chap's got to look to. God help us!" With renewed hope andfstrength he bent to the ci-.ink. Whi-ii rext h" looked up it wnr. to J.0:. t the L: ..xv L;vV.Oia tc jjjmjn jaHrfvi by U.0 mat's,- iw saio. his voice thrilling with iOTj re gaining on her—we're getting eirei, "Nearer to the wash-out," replied the Qther, with an oath. "Look on the left!" To the left, a short half-mile away, appeartJ a k;ng\ ragged break in the dump. With tha.t yawning gap in vipw the margin of life or death must be measured by seconds. Desperately the two men strained at the craliki the car shot forward with the velocity of the wiqd. At every turn of the handles the distance between pur- suers and pursued grew perceptibly less; but so also did the stretch or track between the run- away and the fatal gap. Ye don't oalkilate on follerin' the gal into Kingdom Come, do ye, mate?" growled -he man at the other crank. "Ay, if need be," said Gentleman Jim. —— if yer a-goin,' to yank Pete Cope land a,long with ye then," muttered the other. The trolley., were now but a few yards apart, the gap but a stone's throw ahead. Gentleman. Jim sprang to the front of the car, whipped out his revolver, and took deliberate aim 3t liis com pa n ion. f Whicvi'll y*> take. he demanded, sternly; "your chance, jerking his thumb in the direc- tion of the gap, "or this?" glancing signifi- cantly at the weapon. "lifle chance," said Copeland, sullenly. Ihen listen. Take a hand off that crank and you're a dead man; but-mark well what I y- the instant I turn my back, slow the car down for all you're worth." You kin bet your bottom dollar I will," -re- plied the other. "And say, pard; let's zlee that purty back o' yourn as Eoon- The remainder of the sentence was lost in an involuntary cry of astonishment and horror. Gentleman Jim, leaping upon the low boxwork nich surrounded the car, balanced himself Uiere tor an instant, as though calculating the 'lce noT* reduced to perhaps ten feet— which separated him from his beloved "lass;" then with one tremendous bound he cleared the space between, and alighted square upon the runaway trolley, which, in another moment, he had brought to a standstill on the very brink of the gap. At an early hour on the morning following this incident "the lass" was playing before one of the shanties, when she was startled by the sharp report of a pistol. The sound came from that part of the gulch above the shanties where the claims were located, and where most of the miners were now at work. A row among the men," she said to hertelf, divining the meaning of the shot with ready in- stinct. I'd better go'n' look after my Jim." She set off at a run in the direction of the sound, followed by such of the miners as were not at work. Rounding the end of the row of shanties, she saw whence the report had come. Fifty yards up the gulch a group of excited miners swayed, and jostled, and shouted about a man who was struggling fiercely in their midst. Close beside them lay another man at full length upon the ground. At sight of the child a sudden hush fell upon tho thjpong, several of whom stept auickly in front^pf the man on the ground, as if to hid* him Jrom view of the child. But she had already seen and recognised him. "Jim! oh, they've killed my Jim!" she cried, pitcously, struggling to force her way through the line of men. One of these, a lanky New Englander, Long Zeke by name, whose ohin and grey goatee were dyed a dirty yellow with tobacco ju:oe, hastily ught the child up in his arms, and bore her off to the saJoon, where, with a few whispered words, ,?io mad* her over to the keeping of Griff, the proprietor. This done, he strode back to hie companions. 11 Tote that cusg for'ard, mates," aaid he, authoritatively, I I ontil we hear what 4,8 bob to say for himself." Copeland was led to the front, where the body of Gentleman Jim lay. long Zeke fixed him with his keen grey eye and said: Now, pard, let us hev the rights on it. Air this here a case of squar' shootnn', or air it not? What 'ud he done to rile yetf" Done? Made me risk my life on that dnirned trolley yesterday," replied Copeland, sullenly. That'.i excuse enough for dr&win' a bead on him, I reckon." Long Zeke pat copiously. "You whitad'vered ouss! saiid he. to go'n draw a bead on him be- cause he totod you along to help save the liss! Boys, this way! Fetch a rope, someone. Leading Copeland in their midst, the miners followed the lanky New-Englaader down the gulch to the railway cutting and the trac-k, where the trolleys stood upon the rails. Beside t-he iMt in the line they paused. Tie him on to the trolley, pardg," snid Long Zeke. He'll hev just a.bout time to say his pra'rs on the wav, I reckon." The cowering wretch was lifted upon the car and bound hapd and foot to the woodwork. He made no appeal for mercy, knowing it to be useless. "Stand back, thar." said Long Zeke, when all was ready. He k:ckod the block of wood from t>eneath the wheel and (pave the trolley a push. It sped down the track. A few minutes later the sound of a distant crash echoed up the gulch. First passenger by the Big Gulch an' Dracon Oity line--booked through to etarnity." said Long Zeke. "Boys, s'posin' we go an' liquos tip?" The End. w —- 1 111 >i ■■ « v

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