The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-09-21

galloping down the hill.'
Stop, Tom; how do you know that
they were people going to wedding >
L inquired skeptically.
Didn't read about it next day in
the Stapelton paper? I was kind of
thankful it was not worse. The man
only had his collar b ,ne broken and a
couple OF ribs smashed. and the mar.
riage had to b. postponed. Next
night she kille her first man. You
know Mather Hollis 2
Yes. a half witted lad
so they say. but he was q human
being oil the same. Never was known
to do such . thing before-and, poor
fellow. he never will do it again. 1t
was pitch dark. raining. storming,
and laundering. l was keeping . sharp
lookout - We came to Cross Hollow
about 8 o'clock. How that boy was
killed the Lord only knows. He was
either half asleep or dazed. We never
saw him--Deither ner Keef. the fire
man, uotil he stood right up in the
track bcfore u.s. He might have got
of but for his fish pole. This was
driven clear through him. got down.
hearted then. l felt that something
dreadful was in store for me. Ono
thing about 33 was that, from being q
tidy engine. all of . sudden she got to
be dirty. always splashing herself with
oil. and accumulating cinders. A week
passed along without anything hap
pening. only she kept burning more
coal than she should, go that was grum-
bled At for waste. Then came Friday
two weeks ago. Right off on starting,
she showed her spite on little girl,
that had crept almost on the track.
We just grazed that baby. Every.
thing went contrary that morning.
Denny Ksef, who was merry fellow,
would keep q cracking jokes. but l
couldn't laugh. First, there was Q
bother about freight train that had
broken an axle ahead of us. That
kept as back At Croley's the station
master got orders for me to make up
some l6 minutes l had lost. because
there was an excursion train back of
me. wanting to be on time for rowing
match as was to take place on Lilly
Lake. Well, let her have il, and
she just took the bone in her teeth, and
kind of shrieking and bowling. her
whistle keeping moaning. Every
now and then 1 had my hand on the
throttle to make certain of her. 1t
hadn't been raining for some days,
and knew no sleepers could be loose.
and that there were no washaways.
But had q kind Of presentimenr. l
seen the faces Of the old man and Bob
Harrington. Poor Bob was before me
when. All | remember was SEE
ing poor Denny Keef mangled by my
side. l could hear-my God Ibis
bones crunched All l know after that
was that was in bed here. with poor
Jenny s-crying over me. They Say it
was broken rail. Now, in freezing
weather rail can break, but in sum-
mer mostly never. 1t was 33 that had
made mp her mind to 60 q killing.
The only thing that I am glad about
is that 33 has gone to hell. When Mr..
Malcomb. that's the boss of our repair
ing shop, came to see me this morn
ing. (he's been mighty kind, his wife a
sending me jellys and soups,) he asked
me it ] had no inquiries to make about
49,
49, said he. is ground up into fine
bits. just lot of smash up. tangled.
and battered iron. Her bed frame
even is cracked
Only fit for . scrap pile!' l asked.
That's where most Of her 10 now.
said Mr.. Maicomb.
Then thank God for that, said L
for more murderous engine the hand
Of man never turned out. She was
accursed before she started
Poor Tom had bad relapse which
ended in . brain fever which set in
that night. Poor Jenny 10 widow now.
Tom raved about 50 until exhaustion
came. when he passed away
AZ 1t was easy for me to have access
to the machinery account and accident
book of the road, l did not look tor the
history Of 33. and l an forced to say
that poor Tom Massey's story. - far ~
related to that particular engine. was
true 10 the letter. Have. then. mach
ines certain idiosyncrasies