Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1880-06-24
THE FIREMAN's STORY.

".A trshtful face" Wal, yes. yer correct:
That man on the engine thar
Don't pack the handsOmest cOpntenance-
Every inch of it sportin' scar;
But tell yOu, pard thar amt money emo gh
Piled up in the national banks
TO buy that face--nor 4 single scar
tNO, never indnlges. ThankS.)
Ye-, Jim is an Od-tme engineel,
IN n better one never war knOwed.
Bin runnn var since the lust machine
War put on the Quincy road;
An thar amt gallOOt that pulls a 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 a mash-up?' No, 'twar done
In sort o legitimate way;
He got II tryn' to save gal
Up var on the road last May.
heyn't much time fur to spin you the yarn,
For pull ont at two twenty. five
Just wait till climb up an toss in some coal
Sos to keep old 40" alive
Jim war pullin' the Burlin'ton passenger then,
Left Quincy half an hour late,
An war ekinnin' along purity lively, SOS not
TO lay ont number twenty-Onc freight
The go war more than u hOOpin 'cm up
An a qUivern' in every nerve!
When all at once Jim yelled 'Merciful God y
A. she showed her sharp nose round curve
nmpcd 10 his side O the cab, an ahead !
Bout two hundred PAGES or SO
stood gal on The track, her hands raised alott,
An her iaCe Just IA white IA the snow
II seems she war 40 paralyzed with the fright
That she couldn't move for ard or back
An when jim pulled tue whistle che fHhied an fell
Right down in heap on the track
III never lGrgit Till the day o tiy death
The look that cum over Jim's face;
lie throW'd the old lever ca'r back like a shot
Sos to siackeu the '9o'sr wild pace,
Then let on the air brakes as quick as a flash
An ont through the window he fed
IN skinned long the runnn board CIar 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,
w raised her right up SOS to throw her one side
Out O the reach of danger an harm.
But somehow he slipped an fell with his head
On the rail as he throWd the Young la-s,
An the pilot III strikin' him ground up his face
In frg htful 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 her eyes
While she sobbcd like her heart war all broke
tell you, my friend, such sight as that ar
Would move the tough heart of an oak.
We put Jim aboard an run back to town,
Whar for week after week the boy lay
hOvern right in the shadder o death,
An that gat by his bed every day.
But nursin an dOctorn brought MIN around
Kinder snatched him right outen the grave
MS lace ain | so nan som IA CWar, put his ileaTI
Remains iust as noble an brave.
O course thars sequel-ss story books say
He tel! dead in love, did this jim;
But he hadn't the heart TO Ak her TO have
SCh battered up rooster a. him.
She knOw'd how he felt an last New Years Day
War the fust day o leap year, you know,
80 she Jist cornered Jim and proposed on the spot
An You bet he didn't say no.
Hes buildn' house up thar on the hill,
An has laid up q snug pile o cash,
Inc Wciciins TO be on the first o. next May
Jlst year from the day o. the mash
Inc gal says he rsked his dear life TO save hers,
An she list 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.