Life — June 6, 1907 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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It took but a few moments to explain the situa- tion to the head baggageman. The professor, to corroborate his story, not only had his own card, which contained a well-known name, but he had in his pocket ceriain papers from the Government at Washington showing that he was en- gaged in important experiments covering some new naval explosives which were to be used as mines under the water—for this was to be the ultimate purpose of the new bomb. The trunk was traced in a few moments. “Checked to Hermitville,” was the baggageman’s announcement. “Party unknown.” Where was Hermitville? On the main line, one hundred and ten miles away. The next train left in an hour and ten minutes. It was an express train, which did not stop'at Hermitville; but a permit was given for the professor and his wife to get off there. The wires were also freely used. Just before they stepped on the train the baggageman, who had been mightily interested in the case, came out to the window. His face was pale. “Wired Hermitville,” he explained, “and just received a reply.” “Well, quick! What does it say?” “Tt says the train that your trunk is on has not arrived.” “Ts it due there?” “Yes—sometime ago. The dispatch says they traced the train to Summit Crags, fourteen miles this side of Hermitville.” The professor's heart stopped beating. All three gazed at cach other. ‘There was a tremor in the professor's voice as he said: “Ah! It is probably all over. But we must press on. I should never forgive myself for failing to render what assistance I can.”” The train moved out of the station It flew on and on. The telegraph poles almost ran together. Station after station melted away in the dust of the past. The warm sun of Southern Missouri shone placidly on the speeding line of cars. “Summit Crags!” No news had been received except that the train with the trunk had passed through there safely two hours or more before. And it had not reached Hermitville! ‘The story of the professor and his trunk had gradually leaked out. Groupsof passengers, their faces filled with sympathy, gathered around the stricken little family, their attitude betraying the agony of suspense and the utter hopelessness of despair. The engineer knew it as he opened the throttle, and the noble steed under him responded to the pressure. On and on they flew again, mile after mile, when suddenly the train was brought to a standstill, the brakes having been applied without the slightest warning. The professor’s head went out of the window. Beyond the train was a dense grove of trees, and the line of the road was hidden by a slight curve. But at the edge of the grove, just where the railroad track disappeared, the professor’s eye caught an object. It was the last car of another train, the train that unquestionably held his trunk. He sprang toward the door, hastily preceded by the other passengers, his wife hanging onto his coat as best she could. It took him but 2 moment to jump from the car and run rapidly for- ward. ‘The train that had contained the trunk was apparently deserted. The engine was not yet discernible. The professor headed the invading party. By mutual consent the passengers who were ahead one by one dropped back and allowed him to go first. He proceeded rapidly through the train. In the second car were groups of excited passengers comicbooks.com