The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-08-01

paper. He thought maybe you'd be lone
Ily without him." he said land, mamma,
he told me to tell you that he took up
man for the whole trip; he thought you'd
feel safer if you knew, and he won't be
at home again in two days,h don't think
but he SAID I might run down to morrow
when the train comes back, and give him
the news"
Il will 90 down, myself, Frank" said
Mrs Dee, opening the newspaper her
thoughtful husband had sent to her.
The passenger train was, meanwhile,
speeding along its iron way with It's scores
Of men and women, every soul of them
busy with this sarch-life Of ours. There
were men on that train going to homes
that, in the eyes of the world, were more
than the home of the engine driver, but
not one Of them was bound to place
more full of truc and tender love than his
own little home up town.
Under the shadow of the mountains
over the darkly lined bridges tke plains
of moonlight; past the lew, brown Station
houses along the line through the beau
tiful villages hurried the express train,
and all was well. Within the comforta.
bic ears, the passengers rested asleep, or
dreamed at wide-awake fancies, as all tae
out. of-doors swept by
The man that Frank Dec had taken up
on his engine, began now and then to
talk to the engine driver, and, IN reply
received words that were sharp and crisp
as words could be, for he wanted all of
himself to guide that train to it's destina-
ton.
The moonlight saw despite the crisp
words, smile come and go, again and
again on the brown face OF the driver.
He could not help it; he was thinking of
that little boy 10 petticoats that rs had
caught from the crush of death and tossed
into the snow that day It made him feel,
somehow, akin to the angels who go about
on Divine errands of bearing up and
snatching back from falling and from sin.
He smiled again at the thought of an
angel.bond for one like himself. "Me an
angel Me Within these brown, rough
weather clothes? No! No! [ am only
an engineer on railroad, trying to do
my duty from a variety of motives, but,
chiefly I do bslieye-yes, I de, from love
to the Master The little boy saved to-
day, may have work to do in the world
that could never do" and he smiled
once more and looked steadily out, think
ing Of his csmrade, Ben Lane, bending
over his dying baby. Poor Ben" lie
sighed, ''at least you will know your
duty was we'll done, while you watched"
How the hills rang and ratified how
the echoes clashed from lips of stone soft
jly dipped in snew,as the long, brown line
eff cars trailed its length behind the fiery
eve that told 20 all the hills along the
!, river that freight train was on its way
to the sea. Every night the hills heard
the same sounds and saw the same sight,
', but this night there must have been, an
undertone Of meaning in the thud OF the
wheels along the rails. Many sleeper
! turned to listen a moment, and then for
got that there was anything passing
strange IN the sound--fOrgOt 1t until
, afterward.
, a Flaw in the iron! Who knew that
; was there? Hidden away in the heart OF
it, a flaw. Did the workman who cast
,, the wheel knew it? Did the great man
, ufacturer know, when the car wheels were
. made out Of that iron, that it ought not
: to be used for such purpose? Did he,
7 to build up his own fortune. thus risk the
- life of his fellows? Somebody Was in
fault Possibly it was the man whose
duty it was to examine every wheel OF
o that train Because the night was cold,
y and the cars many, and his ears we'll muf-
:, fled and he was tired did he pass that one
. by? Possibly it was the contractor, or
, the president, or the poorest employee on
. the road. Somebody WIS to blame, and,
T of that man, whoever he may be- the voice
y of the Lord God was asking. "Where is
thy brother?"
!, Mrs. Dee turned the gas low and looked
out upon the night. Something in it
made her very soul shivcr, and she turned
it for warmth toward Heaven, asking,
- what Of blessing for her husband she
knew not. She saw through the dim light,
. when she arose, the sweet face of Mary,
. asleep en- her husbands pillow. 1t made
', her think Of that other little face, asleep
some here, under the light of q thankful
+ mothers love, and she went to sleep with
blessings in her heart for her noble hus.
p band
The broken wheel, the treacherous axle,
O whatever it was executed its fearful err
rand There is numbering thud, cor
O ner Of the car touches the earth it breaks
up and fills the way others, forced along,
q all piled on it, until at last both tracks
i are numbered with wreck. Frank Dee
7 is all alert. It is place where accidents
have been in times past, and he looks
carefully out for the smallest signal of
T danger bat all is well, white lights stream
> through the moonlight air, and on he goes.
r Suddenly, like red hot ball shot from
i cannon's mouth in time Of peace, comes
J. blood red glare upon the track. The
engineers hand few to the lever; the
+ whistle sounded for the brakes and q
voice cried out from the rear Jump
y Frank, jump!" But something held the
: engine driver to his post, and no man