The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-04-01

OF MS SITUATION anu Ine 1OlkS at
home.
So fast were they moving that
they seemed to glide over the rails,
scarcely touching them in their
mad career, and when Drucie told
Jim to listen for the sound of
Toms train ahead, the boy poked
his head out of the window and
held his breath.
"'Pears to me / heard a sound"
he said, without turning his head
"Mebbe I'm mstaken-so many
things pear to me just now"
THANK God!" CALCULATED tn
girl. "Listen with all your might,
Jim. Oh. for the speed of bulletl"
Her face was glowing with heat,
and while Jim listened she opened
the furnace door and threw in the
last sticks of wood they possessed.
"The woods gone, Jim. How
far yet can we go at this rate of
speed2"
"About fifteen miles," the boy
answered-"twenty of 'em, if we
must do 1t"
"Then we'll catch him. Colby
must be nine miles away yet, and
the gulch is SIX miles further on
fifteen miles! Jim, can't you hear
him yet?'
"No; guess 1 was mistaken awhile
back" the boy said, and Drucie's
eyes fell.
There's the sound again." he
exclaimed minute later. Listen
for yourself, girl"
Drucie went to the window and
put her head out.
That's Tom! she cried. Oh,
Heaven, let me save him and all the
other precious lives tonight"
With this prayer she turned to
the furnace again and smiled at the
red hot doors. The engine and It's
empty tender seemed to fly over the
track, and when Drucie looked at
Jim again, she found him staring at
the gauge.
whats the matter, Jim?" she
asked. He came forward with hand
extended toward the little instru-
ment.
"a little more fire and we'll blow
upr he gasped.
tom would hear the explosion
and stop his train. That might
prevent the collisionw was Drucie's
reply.
1t was now evident that the sound
ahead was that of Tom Gray train,
and the girl prepared to warn hel
lover of the danger. The tracks
were quite close, and she told the
fire boy to watch the machinery
while she attended to that part of
the warning work which she had
allotted to herself.
The sound of the train on the
other track grew momentarlly more
distinct, and the daring girl fancied
that she heard No. coming
through the valley below Colby.
"Yes, it's TomP' she cried to en-
courage the boy at the lever, 81 see
his light, nowp
Then she leaned out of the win
dow and shouted at the top of her
voice:
switch at Colby Switch at
Colby. Colby, SIX! Colby, ski"
Many times she repeated her cry,
and all at once she dashed by the
heavy train.
Right into her lovers face, as he
leaned from his engine, she shouted,
Switch at Colbyp' and heard the
shrieks that told her that he would |
obey.
Saved! saved, Jimp she cried
with joy, turning upon the breath
less boy, who already was checking
the Bellies speed.
"Golly-whiz Drucie, they ought
to give us trainr' he said laugh
ing. aft we can ever stop the Belle,
we'll go back; but the girls got her
spunk up and would run on for
everp
Drucie Miller returned to the win
dow with heart filled with thank
fulness, for Tom had heard, and |
already was running on the switch |
at Colby.
After awhile the Belle was got
under control and backed with less
ened fires.
"Listenr' suddenly cried Jim.
"Yes, number six is coming; but |
we don't fear her now," said Drucie
with a smile. tom and his pas
sengers are safe on the switch!'
"The next moment number six
dashed by, and Drucie laughed and
actually clapped her hands.
The meeting between Tom Gray |
and his love cannot be described.
"Your headlight seemed a
meteor" he said to her; "and /
knew your voice-I don't know
why. 1 guess you made time com
ing down."
"Time" cried Jim; don't think |
the wheels touched the rails more'n |
half the time. If it had been day
the mile stones would have looked |
like rake"
There was laugh at the boys
exaggeration, and then Tom took
Drucie aside and kissed her.
1t was not the only kiss she got
that night, for all the women on the
train kissed the girl who had saved
their lives, and Tom Gray said he
wouldn't get jealous when the nous
tached passengers bent over Drucie,
blushing like rose.
The story of Drucie's feat crept
into the papers, and, though my
story may be old to some of my
readers, have told it because 1 be-
lieve it will bear repetition.
Dick Lambert forgave Drucle for
running away with his engine, and
Jim the fire boy, never grows weary
of telling about that run
Tom Gray is still on the road, but
Drucie does not listen to the click,
click of the sounder any more.
Every night at eight she holds a
little boy up to the window. and
he cries 'papar and clasps his little
hands as an engine dashes by.
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