The weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1878-1881, 1880-03-09
THE STORY.

SO A fr.ghtfu1 face?' Wal, yes, yer correct;
That man on the engine thar
Don't pack the handsomest c~ountenance-
But I tell You pard, thar amt money enough
Piled up in the national banks
To buy that face-.nor a single scar
NO, / never indulg6s. Thanks.) 3D.
Yes, Jim is an old-tine engineer.
An a better one never war knowed!
Bin q runnin' yer since the flSt machine
War put on the Quincy road
An thur amt a galoot that pulls a plug .
From Maine to the umpin' OF place
That knows more about the big iron boss
Than him with the battered up face.
Git hurt in the mash-up?' No, 'twar done
In q sort o. legitimate way;
He got 1t a tryin' to save a gal
Up var on the road last May.
Ihevn't much time fur to spin you the yarn.
For we pull out at two Twenty-Five
Jist wait till I climb up an toss in some coal
Sos to keep old 80 alive
Jim war puIlin' the Buriin'ton passenger then,
Left Quincy a half an hour late,
An war skinnin' along purity lively; SOS not
To lay out number twenty-one freight:
The 90. war more than a 'hoopin' 'em up
An a quiverin' in every nerve!
when ali at once Jim yelled 9 MercJA God?
AS she showed her sharp nose round a curve.
jumped to his side O. the cab, an ahead
Bout two hundred PAGES or SO -,
Stood a gal on the track, her hands raised
alOtJ.
An her face jist as white as the snow;
1t seems she war so paralyzed with the fright
That she couldn't move for'ard or back. j,
An when jim pulled the whistle she 1alnteo
Right down in a heap on the track!
III never forgit till the day O. my death
The look that cum over Jim face;
He throw'd the old lever clair back like a shot
SOS to slacken the 9Os' wild pace.
Then let on the air brakes as quick as a flash
An ont through the window he fet
An skinned long the runnin' board cla'r in
An: lay on the pilot ahead.
Their jist as we reached whar' the poor cretur'
He grabbed a tight hold Of her arm,
An raised her right up SOS to throw her one
Ont o. reach of danger an harm. ,
But somehow he slipped an fell with ms mead
On the rail as he throwH the young lass :.
An the pilot in strikin' him, ground up MS
In a frightful an horrible mass!
As soon as we stopped l backed up the train
TO that spot where the poor fellow lay,
Ant thar sot The girl with his head in her lap
An wipin' the warm blood away.
The tears rolled i'll torrents right down from
While she sobbcd like her heart war'ail
tell YOU, my frierd. ~ucil a sight as that ar
Would move the tough heart OF an oak!
We put Jim aboard an run back to town,
Whar' lor week after Week the boy lay
A hoyerin' right in the shadow @ death,
An That gal by his bed every day.
RUtnursin'an' doctOrin' brongh. him around
Kinder Snatchad him right Outen the grave,
His face amt so han'soln' as 'twar, but MS
heart
Ren1ains just as noble an brave.
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OF course lhar.s q scquei7as story books say
He fell dead in love, did this jim;
But he hadn't the heart TO ak her to nave
Sich a battered up rooster as nm.
She knowd now he felt, an last New Years
Day
War the fust day O. leap year, you know,
So she list cornereu jim an proposed Oh the
spot
An you bet he didn't say no.
Hes buildin' q house up thar on the hill,
An has laid I'D a snug pile o cash,
The weddings To bc OH the first o next May
list a wear from the day q the mash
The gal says he riSked his dear life TO save
hers,
An she'll list turn the tables about
An give him the life that he Saved-ttlar'S the
bell,
Cool day, sir, were goin' to pull out
Modern A1Wo.