Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-06-05
THE r1REmAN,s STORY.

"'A frightful face = WAL yes, yer correct,
That man on the engine thar
Don't pack the handsomest countenanee-
Every inch of it sportin scar;
But tell you, pard, thar amt money enough
Piled up in the national banks
To buy that faee-nor a single scar
(No, never INDUCES Thanks.)
Yes, Jim is an old.time engineer,
An better Que never war knowed
Bin runnin var since the fust machine
War put on the Quincy road
An thar amt galloot that pulls plug
From Maine to the jumpin off place
That knows more about the big iron hoss
Than him with the battered up face.
Git hurt in mash.up?' No, twar done
In sort % legitimate way;
He got it tryin' to save gal
Up var the road last May
hewitt much time fur to spin you the yarn
For we pull out at twp twenty-five
just wait till climb up an toss in some coal
Sos to keep old ''90" alive
jim war pullin' the Burlin'ton passenger then,
Left Quincy half an hour late,
An war skinnin' along purity lively, SOS not
To lay out number twenty one freight.
The :" 30 - war more than hoopin' 'em up
An a quverin' in every nerve
When all to once Jim yelled Meretfut God =
As she showed her sharp nose round curve.
jumped to his side O. the cab, an ahead
Bout two hundred PAGES or so
stood u gal on TIE track, ner uaIt rllSeO aIOlt,
An her face jist as white as the snow,
1t seems she war so parayZed with the fright
), That she couldn't move for'ard or back,
An when Jim pulled the whistle she tainted an fell
Right down in heap on the track
I'll never forgit till the day o my death
The look that cum over Jims face;
He throwd'd the old lever cla'r back like shot
Sos to slacken the "90's" wild pace.
Then let on the air brakes as quick as flash
An out through the window he fed,
An skinned long the runnln board clair in front,
An lay on the pilot ahead.
Then list as we reached whar the poor creetur' lay
He grabbed tight hold Of her arm.
An raised her right up SOS to throw her one side
Out o reach OF danger an HARM
But somehow he slipped am fell with his head
On the rail as he throw'd the young lass,
An the pilot in strikn' him ground up his face
In frightful an horrible mass
As soon as We stopped backed up the train
To that spot where the poor fellow lay,
An thar sot the gal with his head in her lap
An wipin' the warm blood away.
The tears rolled in torrents right down from hel
eyes,
While she sobbed like her heart war all broke
tell you, my friend, such a sight as that ar
Would move the tough heat of an oak
put jim aboard an run back to town,
Whar for week after week the boy lay
hoverini right in the shadder o death,
An that gal by his bed every day.
But nursin an doctorin brought him around
Kinder snatched him right outen the grave
His face amt so hanson as twar, but his heart
Remains just as noble an brave
OF course tbar's sequel-as story books say
He fell dead. in love, did this jim;
But he hadn't the heart to ak her to have
Sich battered up rooster as him.
She know'd how he felt, an last New Years Day
War the fust day o leap year, you know,
So she jist cornertd Jim and proposed on the spot
An you bet he didn't say no.
He's buildin' 4 house up thar on the hill,
An has laid up a snug pile o cash,
The weddin's to be on the first O. next May
Jist year from the DAY O. the mash
The gal SAYS he risked his dear life to hers,
An shell jist turn the tables about
An give him the life that he saved-thars the bell
Good day, sir, we're gon' to pull out"
Modern Argo.