Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-02

anu nad nearly 1alten upon the ground
Half stunned, he had jumped up, bu,
could not catch the moving engine
which was gaining speed every second
and had shrieked out his warning.
1tso happened that the switch tender
through fright, OF from some unexplain
ed cause, did net move his switch in sea.
son to run the train off the main track
and now the huge machine, with its train
behind, was rushing toward the train in
the depot with speed that promised ia.
tai disaster,
The few officials who were near had
time but to gasp with horror. At the
momont when the cry of danger was
shrieked out upon the night air, Dick
knight was attaching his engine to his
passenger-train. From the cars and plat
form rose a yell Of frantic terror, in which
Saulters voice was highest. Death seem
ed rushing upon the people, who had not
time 10 get out of the cars before the
driving train would be upon them.
The officials in the depot watched
knight with blanched faces.
''He'll be crushed to atoms!', muttered
enc stout old man, standing by DR.. Pome-
ROY.
But Dick had put steam upon his en-
CINE. Apparently he did not think OF
leaving his post. There he stood with
his hand on the lever, calm and deter
mined:
His huge machine sprang forward.
1t met the coming locomotive with a
crash that threw both monsters upward.
as it they had risen to wrestle and throw
each other. Then Dicks engine was
thrown one side,but the force of the runa-
way train was overcome, and the machinery
OF the engine SO, injured that all move
ment was stopped. Dick was hurled
senseless several feet from the place of
the collision.
The stout old man and DR.. Pomeroy.
with all the other men in the depot, ran
to Knight, picked him up and carried
him to the waiting room, where he was
left with the physicians.
Well, WELL" said the old gentleman,
impatiently, as DR.. Pomeroy, came out,
/" how is twill he live2"
" think so. God forbid that should
have to take him home dead to his old
father!'
You know him, then? Who is he?
Why, do you know what I owe him?"
and his voice broke. "My little girl is
aboard that train.''
DIR. Pomroy told Knights story briefly,
informing the old gentleman that he was
thoroughly educated, but that he looked
upon any work as better than dependent
idleness
Hes the true grit, SIR was the an
mated reply. There's no work SO hum
BILE that man cannot show the best quail
tiles of manhood in it, as we have seen
to night. 1t is not the daring courage
approved in him so much as the presence
OF mind, the keen eye, to see what to do
and how to do it. Request Mr.. Knight,
II you please, to call on me at ten to-mor-
row" he said to the station master.
"Who is that?" asked Fred Saulter,
breathlessly, of the Official.
"The President Of the road. Dick
Knight, if he lives, has an open road to
fortune now and he deserves it,
Fred Saulter crept into the car to 90
home. His lavender gloves were soiled,
and the wired rose in his but.on-hole was
falling to pieces with sickly decayed
smell. Life itself was sickly and decayed
he thought, with a yawn, and he threw
the wilted rose out of the window. Yes;
and to all conceited, effeminate natures
like his it is likely to prove what Saul
ter's imagination pictured it that night.