Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-09-30

form rose yell OF frantlc terror, III WHICH
Saulter's voice was the highest. Death seem
ed rushing upon the people, who had moi
time to get out of the cars before the driving
train would be on them.
The officials in the depot watched Knight
with blanched faces.
Hell be crushed to atoms" muttered one
stout old man standing by DIR. Pomeroy.
But Dick put steam upon his engine. Ap
pare7tly he did not think of leaving his post
There he stood with his hand on the lever
calm and determined.
His huge machine sprang forward. II
met the coming locomotive with crash thai
threw both monsters upward, rs if they had
risen to wrestle and throw eacK other. Then
Dicks engine was thrown one side, but the
force of the runaway train was overcome
and the machinery of the engine so injured
that all movement was stopped. Dick was
hurled senseless several feet from the place o.
the collision.
The stout old man and DR.. Pomeroy, with
all the other men in the depot, ran to Knight
picked him up and carried him into the wait
ing room, where he was left with the physi
clans.
"Well, WE'LL" said the old gentleman, i'm
patiently, as DR.. Pomeroy came out, Chow is
it% Will he live?"
II think so. God forbid that should have
to take him home dead to his old father"
"You know him, then? Who is he? Dc
you know what owe him?" and his voice
broke. "My little girl is aboard that train.
DR.. Pomeroy told Knights story briefly, in
forming the old gentleman that he was thor
oughly educated, but that he looked upon any
work as better than dependent idleness.
"He's the true grit, sir !" was the animated
reply. "There's no work so humble that
man cannot show the best qualities of man
hood in it, as we have seen tonight. 1t is not
the daring courage l approve in him SO
much as the presence of mind, the keen eye
to see what to do and how to do it. Request
Mr.. Knight, if you please, to call on me at
ten to morrow" he said to the station master.
"Who is that :" asked Fred Saulter, breath.
lessly, of the official.
"The president of the road. Dick Knight
if be lives, has an open road to fortune now,
and he deserves it."
Fred Saulter crept into the car to 60 home.
His lavender gloves were soiled, and the Wllted
rose in his button-hole was falling to pieces
with sickly, decayed, smell. Life itself was
sickly and decayed, he thought, with yawn,
and be threw the wilted rose out Of the win
dow. Yes; and to all conceited, eheminate
natures like his, it is likely to prove what
Saulter's imagination pictured it that night.
IN A MUD.PUDDLE.
"Uucle, may 1 ride Milo?" said, one
bright June morning, as he sat at the break.
fast table.
ride MiloT' said he.
EYES," said l. "It's such fine day."
"But he'll throw you !" said my uncle.
"rhrow me!' and laughed merrily and
incredulously. "say yes, dear uncle" | con
tiuued, coaxingly; there's no fear, and I'm
dying for a canter."
You'll die on a canter, then," he retorted
with his grim wit, "for he'll break your neck
The horse has only been ridden three times
twice by myself, and once by Joe" )"
"But you've often said was better rider
than Joe" Joe was the stable-boy. "That'F
a good uncle, now do" And I threw my
arms about his neck and kissed him.
knew by experience that when l did this
I generally carried the day. My uncle tried
to look stern, but saw he was relenting
He made a last effort to deny me.
"Why not take Dobbin p said he.
"Dobbin !" ! cried ; "old pale-faced Dob
bin, on such morning as this One might
as we'll ride rocking horse at once.''
"Well, WE'LL" said he, eff must, must
You'll tease the life out of me if I don't lei
you nave your own way. wish you'd get q
husband, you mink You're growing beyond
my control"
"Humph Ia husband! Well since you
say so. I'll begin to look out for one to day"
"He'll soon repent of his bargain" said
my uncle but his smile belied his words
you're as short as pie.crust if you cant
have your own way. There" seeing | was
about to speak, "go and get ready, while
tell Joe to saddle Milo. You'll set the house
afire if I don't send you off.
Milo was soon at the door-a gay, mettle
some colt, that laid his ears back as | mount
ed, and gave me vicious look that did moi
quite like.
"Take care" said my uncle. cts not toe
late to give it up"
I was piqued.
81 never give up anything" I said
"Not even the finding of a husband, eh p
"No," said I. "Ill ride down to the poor
house and ask old Tony, the octogenariar
pauper, to have me; and you'll be forced tc
hire Polly Wilkes to cook your dinners"
And as I said this, my eyes twinkled mis-
chievously, for uncle was an old bachelor
who detested all strange women, and had ar
especial aversion to Polly Wilkes, sour old
maid OF At, because years ago she had plot
ted to intrap him into matrimopy. Before
he could reply I gave Milo his head
John Gilpin, we are told, went fast, but
went faster. 1t was not long before the col
had it all his own way. At first tried tt
check his speed, but he got the bit in hi
mouth, and all l could do was to hold on enc
trust to firing him out. Trees, fences ane
houses went by like wild pigeons on tn
wing. As long as the road was clear we die
we'll enough, but, suddenly coming to an ole
oak that started out specter-like from th'
edge of a wood, Milo SHE'D. twisted hal
round, and planted his fore feet stubbornl,
in the ground. I did not know was falling
till I felt myself in a mud-hole which lay a
one side of the road.
Here was ine end to my boasted horse
manship! But as the mud was soft wa
not hurt, and the ludicrous spectacle l pre-
sented soon got the upper hand Of my vexa
ton.
"a fine chance 1 have of finding hus
band in this condition." l said to myself, re
calling my jest with my uncle. eff coule
find some mud yard, now, and pass mysel
off for mud nymph, | might have
chance" and began to pick myself up.
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