The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1877-03-08
other have been killed running over
this very road

oohNA Now O1NAA AAAASs& ~@AAAAA-~S
this very road
'sWhy don t you give it up!'
ssWell, there's an excitement about
it like and the pay is certain, though
it arn't what it ought to be, considerlng
the risks we have to run and how we
ever carry our lives in our hands, as
one might say. Keep sharp look
out jack TO the fireman. 81 re-
member well running over this very
same section on such a night as this
some three years ago, and going smash
through the culvert over the Big Stony |
and breaking things generally. Engine.
tender and half a dozen cars were |
stove in and piled up together, my
fireman killed, and was dragged out |
from under the wreck, pretty badly
scalded and used up. But my time
hadn't come yet. and | was upon The
road again and.
Something on the track! Looks
like somebody waving lantern, but
the sleet is SO thick / can't rightly
make out shouted the fireman.
John Lathrop sprang to his post,
made the whistle shrek like an I'M
prisoned and tortured tiend, reversed
the engine and whistled on brakes.
But his trained eye Instantly saw that
! it would be of no use--that he could
not check the Roadway of the heavy
train in time to avert running over
the object, be it what it might, tor
the track was so narrow and walled III
by high embellishments that escape was
| impossible. Besides, they were upon
the something upon the track be-
| fore they were aware OF 1t, having
just rounded sharp curve.
There is my home gasped John
Lathrop, pointing out into the gloom.
1.-The Big Stony is just ahead ,and--Oh,
my God if the culvert should have
given way, and my boy have come TO
give me warning
"Your home-your boy = echoed
the tramp.
Great heavenl yes, and the strong
man became unnerved and robbed or
all decision.
sit is boy - shouted the fireman.
s'And may God have mercy upon him,
believe it is your John =
The passenger said nothing. but a
wild determination flashed from his
ewes as he arose, climbed out along
the side of the monster englne-a jug
, gernaut immense enough to have
crushed hundreds at time beneath
its ponderous wheels. Then the mid
; day.like sunbeams of the headlight
streamed out and made all PLAN &c
: him, despite the thick sieet and dark
ness.
He saw land shiyer other thar
that produced by the cold passed
/ through him) boy standing directly
: ahead III the deep cut, waving Ian
. tern. whose blood-re globe shone like
an evil eve. Though still at a little
! distance, he seemed directly undel
foot and about to be dragged down
. | aud devoured.
0 '.He saved my life,'' muttered tn
+ tramp from between his tightly Sc
/ teeth. land I'll do as much for him IT
S can. Anyway, III try and haven t any
= BODY to mourn for me il do s.
S under
j Ills resolution was desperate one
must be carried oft with the delay Q
+ a single moment, if at all. He sWun
!. himself down upon the pilot, tWlste'
q his feet within the iron bars, and OK
t tended his body ahead is rigid as
h carved from oak, and stretching 81
e hands still in advance.
n 1t was trying situation, one II
G curing the greatest courage-a posi-
: ION no one unused to feats Of strengt
within the arena could have sustaine
II at all. But he did, land bravely. an
+ the engine relied on nearer aud neare'
Ia and the body suddenly becomeln
is aware Of his danger and the lmposs
,e bility Of escape, sank down upon tt
g. ties. and his screrm OF mortal agoT
I'd rang out louder than jar Of wheels AZ
lg kissing Of steam.
II Father! father save me. @
III save me
10 Save himl John Lathrop was knet
as ing on the floor of the cab, with h
he hands raised in prayer, his face VIII
as snow, and working in the mo
at terrible torture. The fireman h;
ay taken his place at the lever, throttl
nd and whistle. and the engine plung
m with increased speed upon doy
GU grade TO grind into atoms all In
m dared oppose its way.
1t was upon--o over the boy n
If heaven be praised the arms OF t
! : tramp had grasped. lifted, and dra
ged him upon the pilot and to safe
xs before touched by the fire breathii
ha monster and when it paused, quiv'
ne ing upon the very brink of the or
pied culvert, John LathrOp was ho
ing his brave boy in his arms, hnggi
lie him to his heart, and crying over IN
tn as woman.
-ool In the morn of clear Sabbath, :
90. Ninetynine rolled into the static
: = and when John Lanthrop told
wife Of now their boy had beer saw
-, 60 and she sprang to the stranger
- kissed him from the impulse OF
s,r mother 5 heart, there was no Jeit
m froWn upon his brow.
A Boys Experience.
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