The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-09-13
ri,nt Engineer
MARY uARrwELL.


lambs wool"
'Not even yak, mothcr?' asked George
mschievously, as he snatchcd up his hat
belongings, as If the alarm of fire had been
sounded.
II don't know nothin' about yak Tha
may do for wimmcns wear, but for mems,
thcre's nothin' like hard-spun lmnb's-wool
"I'n remember promised George, fully
primed and charged. "Now, good rye
Home on time at nine.
The old woman's check had hush likc
winter apples George took a nasty mp at
it-he always did when he started on his
,riosNlookcd at her with his big, cherishing
ewes, received a mothers unsncakaplc re-
ply. and dashed off to his engine
If was little after sunrise. His boots
r,no along the pavement, and his whistle |
rang along the breeze. George was hand
some and strong, rs twenty-five has right |
10 be. He wore II blouse instead of bust
ness coat; and that great, fresh dowHy rose |
his facc--would soon be coated with the |
locomotives breath But he was whole !
.rmc, splendid man
Perhaps Jennie thought so. She was
weeping the front steps of her paiernal |
mansion as he passed. Her hair was gath |
cred atop her head in curly coil some |
criuklcs of it lust dropping over her fore
the pink, round arms--ior women, as well
as men, when they 20 60 work with Il WILL
begin like pugist Jennie had her morn
ING complexion on. As her eyes met
Georges, she put on an additional morning
complexion.
George touched his hat, Jeunic bent her
head shyly. The young man squared his
-houldcr> aud walked on like hrigadier-
General.
That's Il nice girl" he communicated to
his sleeve. 'Mothcr thinks heap OF her.
She, got more scn.c than half OF en-
mother says. And she's smart and modest
IKE in her ways. Mother says she'' I'M
rommnn pretty, too.
These opinions OF mothers "a edited him
that he had not'gottcn Jennie out ofhis lead
when he lcnpcd on his engine But au,-
ncrl. il mothers verdict had been against
her. he would have stood her lawyer. He
WIS unlv making mother compliment hi
choice. lie was sllulliing behind another.
For some young men arc shy
While he and his iron horse. and his row
of haggagc-car and passenger coaches
rushed across the land that hot day, nobody
looked in the enginc-cab for romance; yet
there the fire of the world was glowing I'M
der dark blouse. Nobody looked into it
for integrity and WORTH yet there stood six
mp to manhood through thick and thin, and
had carried his mother TO comfort, and which
kept his character like his FURNISHED engine
Neither did anybody look in that cab for
hcroism; but it was there, potent and still,
like electricity in n cloud All, my coun-
trymcn are capable of some things. As for
locomotive engineers suppose there are
men not of the best among them-as among
persons bnt the deeds Of some do speak
Tor them Now when ones mind has run
in one channel for length of timc-or
might say. in more appropriate figure, when
train has gone over Il great deal ofroad,
some results are generally arrived at
So it came to pass. when George dashed
mp street in Chicago after his mothers
lambs -wool, while his engine cooled, and
the train was being made for the home trip,
that he dived into jewelers. store. and
asked shoepishly to sec some rings.
.Rings. chg murmured the salesman.
looking amiably at the man OF SCOT. For
Chicago isn't afraid of coal-smoke. The
men who bring her the dollars do not al
ways come in elaborate toilet.
''Rings," emphasized George, land don't
be afraid of your high-priccd ones with
stances in EN-"
off give her one, in the parcnthosls
Of his sleeve, 81 want it to be ring that'll
IisI, anu always uc lile anu IdlltlsOllcs anu
oto go down in the family, like mothers. y
Diamonds, cmeralds, opals, pearls, were
flashed in his face, but still his fingers went
searching,
whats this? he asked, picking up a
small, strong circle, with amcthysts set
around it. Clocks like grape, sort of,
when the sun shines through it,
THAT? oh, those are amcthysts. Not a.
expensive as these jewels, but 4 very nice,
firm stone"
"This suits me-" observed George diving
for his wallet, ''1his is what was looking
for"
So he paid for it, and darted out to hail q
passing horse-car, tucking that little mo-
rocco case under hills, away down out OF
sight, as another secret YVES tucked under
his left breast-pocliet.
AS he rushed backs ac.oss the afternoon
landscape, curbing his iron horse with this
Bit giving him rein by another motion
making the villages resound, watching hi'
road with n keen, yet tender eye, Georges
mind rose TO no greater height than mcdita
lion on how he should give that ring tC
Jennie.
I'm ask her to take walino | won't
Don't want nobody to see me. I'll shake
hands with her, and sort of slip it on hci
finger, and then cut! Hang me! no,
won't neither. Let's see. I'll go there {
Sunday night and stand up to it, and have
it out. If she'll have me, all right; if
amt the man, I'll put it and my heart in m.
pocket, and reverse engine on the marryin
question
And just at this crisis of thought, he say
cause for reversing engine indeed.
Some men are rash to villainy. The con
dnctor Of a construction-train which ougl
to be lying on switch mile away
thought he could make the next switch be
fore the Chicago Express came by. SO h
tried il. He survived the disaster 10 tclo
graph his resignation to the Company ncS
hour. and ego West.
Gcorge-hair flying back from his fore
hcad-hands like lightning eyes and mout
set reversed his engine, whstled the break
d0wn-thc brakeman ran back-the On
aineer of the construction-tra Jumped
bat George stood up to the alarm signal ii
engine reared against engine, the baggage
ear fell on gravel-fat, and human yell
went up ont of the Express from mouth
which were saved, hut never n sound froi
the engineer who had stood at his post an
saved thcm-and now lay under his doa
old Number s, wrecked with it.
''rhorc's been an accident cried jcI
ME, rushing into his mothers prcscnc,
and causing the dear old lady to push he
glasses quite into her chair. "a tclcgral
Just came
'Not Georgc!'
The Express oh, don't, dear! No ON
was dangerously hurt but the engineer
was a collission-ho saved the train, tho
say, Oh, don't let it kill YOU
where, my bunnit;" CROPPED lhc o
moshcr.
Heres your bonnct--and your shawl
Jennie wrapped both this and her arm
around Georges mother These tond'
young touches brought her on Jennie
neck
"Don't you leave me. Its agoing TO ki
me to see him lynn under them wheels, n
tore up! The best son, and good and kin