The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1875-06-19
The Last Station.

Detroit Free Press.
He had been sick at one of the hotels
for three or four weeks, and the boys
Oh the road had dropped in daily to see
how he got along, and to learn if they
could render him any kindness. The
brakeman was good fellow, and one
and all encouraged him in the hope that
he would pull through. The doctor
didn't gard the case as dangerous, but
the other day the patient began sinking,
and it was seen that he could not live
the night out. A dozen of his friends
sat In the room when night came, but
his mind wandered, and he did not
recognize them.
1t was near che of the depots, and af-
ter the great trucks and noisy drays had
ceased rolling by the bells and the
short, sharp whistles of the yard-en-
gines sounded painfully loud. The pa
tient had been very patient for half an
hour, when he suddenly Enclosed his
eyes and shouted:
''Kal- a ma -zoo!'
One ofthe men brushed the hair back
from the cold forehead and the brake
man closed his eyes and was quiet for a
time. Then the wind whirled around
the depot and banged the blinds on the
window of his room, and he lifted his
hand and cried out
Jack son Passengers going north
by the Saginaw Road change cars! !"
The man underneath, the brake
man. thought he was coming east on
the Michigan Central. The effort
seemed to have greatly exhausted him,
for he lay like one dead for the next
five minutes, and the watcher felt for
his pulse to see if life had gone out. A
tug going down the river sounded her
whistle loud and long, and the dying
brakeman opened his eyes and called
out:
Cam Arbor %
He had been over the road thousand
times, but had made his last trip.
Death was drawing a special train over
the old track, and he was brakeman,
engineer, and conductor.
One of the yard engineers utter a
shrill whistle of warming, as if the glare
of the headlight had shown to the en-
gineer some stranger IN peril, and the
brakeman called out
Yp-slanty-change cars here for
the Eel River Road -
"He's coming in fast" whispered one
of the men.
.'And the end of his run will be the
end of his life 2" said a second.
The dampness of death began to col
lect on the patients forehead, and there
was that CHASTITY look on the face which
death always brings. The slamming of
door down the hall startled him again,
and he moved his head and family
called
"Grand Trunk Junction-passenger
going East by the Grand Trunk change
cars,'
He was so quiet after that that all the
men gathered around the bed, believ-
ing that he was dead. His eyes closed,
and the brakeman lifted his hand,
moved his head, and whispered:
de
Not Detroit" but Death, He died
with the half-uttered whisper on his
lips. And the headlight Oh deaths en-
CINE shone full in his face, and covered
it with such palor as naught but death
can bring.
Yale College.
The total receipts of Yale college last
year were 1891, 1884 %, the term bills
amounting to S61,7 II. There were
donations to the building fund of the
theological department costing S81, 100
II, to the law. school of so, 600, and to the
chapel fund of $780, Instruction IN
the academical department cost 49,
93S 88; the art school cost S10,7 20;
the Sheffield school, s54, 983 81; the
theological department, S28,371 60; the
medical department, Sl,549 80; the law
school, S3,485 II; and the philosophical
department, 81 ,439.
GUSTAV SATTER, the composer, has
arrived in the United States. He has
written grand symphonic work, in six
parts, which is to be heard at the Cen
tennial.