Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-01-26
THE ENGINEERS STORY.
BY EDMUND W. HICKS.

I wss coming no from Gen. Grants
army on business, and stopped at Spring
Geld over night. and the next day, Thurs
day, October 18th, 1868, started Tor Chi
cepo, 1t was 6ne morning, rather hazy
at first, bit as the sun arose and dispelled
the mist. it bscsme clear and warm, and
nv feelings rose in corresponding ratio,
and here might remark that riding in a
handsome car, over smootth road, on 6ne
day, with good companion is,tU my TASTE
far from being so unlnteresting and psnsalc
as is the popularity received idea of railroad
travel. The individual who shared my
seat on this occasion was medium. sized,
well-formed man, with dark brown hair
and eyes, black whiskers and moustac5e.
was about thirty five years Of age, and
l:om bis manners and appearance bad evil
IDENTIFY seen something OF the world. For a
while we talked about war and kindred
matters. and then he opened the carwindow
and looked out. The train was just pas
sing around long curve in the road, which
made the engine liinly visille, and as he
watched it btlching forth steam and smoke
and cinders, and whirling along with lite
huge load with apparently the greatest
ease, proud smile lit up his face, and be
exclaimed:
We'll, after all, I think locomotive in
full play lie one of the grandest exh;biticns
Of human genius
And IN truth yUu are not Tar from
right ! replied, IF the greatest avails lie
power in the least space be taken as the
test
Yes he continued, "a locomotive is
mighty invention. / was a railroad man
myself once, and cont help feeling proud
OF my old friends STILL
you are not connected with the road
now then?' ] suggested
No. he answer ed, i shall never more
| guide the fiery demon in his head ing
course. He is tolerably goOd.natured
kind of a chap when we'll treated but
/ have foresW orn allegiance to his sOOty
majesty, and shall never take the road
again.
Did he use you badlyI' / inquire
ed.
Yes; but it wasn't bis fault though
Well-hOw-.' / hesitated.
4 see you want to know it all, DOCTOR he
said, with smile. Well as you have
entertained me, will tell you all about it
if you feel like listening to story
That's just what want Go on Ard
he went TN and told me the following story,
as near as / can recollect:
Eight years ago. last June, was driver
of the engine Ontario, on the c. c. r. X :,
between G. and Cd, and ran,
at the time speak of the DAY Express
Well, one evening had taken my engine
into the round house at CD, and was
sitting on the runboard thinking about
nothing in particular, when saw dark
haired little chap, about six years old.
standing little way of and gazirx INTENT
y at the fireman, who vas securing the
Lrass work. Come here my little mon. ,
said /, 'and tell me what are you looking
at
He started as if bis spell was broken
and turning to run away, when l addressed
him again:
'Dcr:"s be afraid, won't hurt you. just
come here and I'll tell you all about the en-.
g;::..e.i
My kind manner evidently treasured
/ him, and he came slowly up to me.
What is your Dame?' / asked him.-
For q moment he looked at nae se if 10
doubt as to whether was in earnest, or
only wanted an excuse to throw him into
the boiler. and really he seemed so ludic>
rously puzzled that the inclination was al
most Irresistible to make some suspicious
motions and see Tim 90 flying out of tbt
open doors for dear life /; butI checked my
self and put the question again in as milo
o tone of voice as could command:
Cont you tell ne your name?'
Yes, sir sits Walter Lynde.'
walter LYNDA very pretty name, amt
how old are you p
| 'E-I-don't know ; but guess III b,
ten years old pretty soon.'
where do you liver
By this time he was tolerably certain tina
would not hurt him, and he became NOR
free in his replies.
i live just in the other end of the hous
where Mrs Davis lives.'
Indeed; and where does Mrs. Davi
live p
'Why-why-its Just like this: sh
lives in one end, We live in the 9th
err
oh, that's It. Well, who are wsi'
Ill don't know who you are; tu
l.
Yes; yes but you said that we live
in the other end of the honse where Mr.
Davis lives. Now, who are Wer
why, our folks Of course
But how many folks have you got z
Only two Of 'em besides me-
And who are they?'
Carrie and mother.'
SIS Carrie your sister Z.
Yes, siB.'
How old 10 she p
i dOn't know; but she's bigger .
me, and most as big as MOTHER
DO any fellers come there on Sun
day p,
mo air LT-oueaa notI