The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1880-03-04
THE FIREMAN,S sToRY.

"a frightful face2 Wal, yes, yer correct;
That man on the epjine thar,
Don't pack the bandsomest countenance-
Every inch of it sportiu' scar;
But tell you, pard, thar amt money enough
Piled up in the national banks
To buy that faee-nor single scar
(No, never indulges. Thanks.)
"Yes, Jim is an old-time engineer,
An better one never war knowed!
Bin runnin var since the fust machine
War put on the Quincy Road;
An thar amt galoot that pulls plug
From Maine to the jumpin off place
That knows moro about the big iron hoss
Than him with the battered up face.
90 Git hurt in mash-up9' No, 'twar done
In sort o. legitimate way;
He got It tryin' to save gal
Up var on the road last May.
1 heyent much time fur to spin you the yarn,
For we pull out at two twenty-five
Jist wait till climb up an, toss in some coal
Sos to keep old 81 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 No. 81 freight.
The go war more than a 'hooJin' 'em up
An quiverin' in every marvel
When all to once Jim yelled tMerciful Godi
AS she showed her sharp nose round q curve.
at jumped to his side g the cab, an ahead
Bout two hundred PAGES go
Stood gal on the track, her handsraised aloft,
An her face jist as white as the snow.
1t seems she war too paralyzed 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 a heap on the trackl
"I'll never torgit TIL the day o my death
The look that cum over Jlms face:
He throw'd the old lever clair back like shot
Sos to slacken the '9rs' wild pace.
Then let on the air brakes as quick as fash
AM out throw the window he fed,
An skinned long the runnin' board cla'r in front,
An lay on the pilot ahead
Then iist "a No reocha 1rl,ar tho ,or raetr, lov
He grabbed a 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 be slipped an fell with his head
On the rail as he thrOw'd the young lass,
An the PILOT in strikin' him, ground up his face
In q frightful and horrible masSl
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 her
While she sobbed like her heart war all broke
Itell you, my friend, such sight as that ar
Would move the tough heart of an oakl
fs'Ee put Jitl aboard an run back to town,
Whar for week arter week the boy lay
A hoverin' right in the shadder o. death,
An that gal by his bed every day.
But nursin' an doctorin' brought him around
H aSs 1Isbed 5% tSs SSt heart
Remains just as noble an brave.
OF course thars 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 batter'd up roasted as him.
She know'd how he felt, an last New Years Day
War the fust o leap year, you know,
So she jist cornered Jim an proposed on the spot
An you bet he didn't say no.
/" He's buildin' a house up thar on the hill,
An has faid up 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 save hers,
An shell jist turn the tables about
An give him the life that he saved-thar's the bell.
Good day, sir, we're goin' to pull out"
Modern ArgO.