The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1881-03-24

is clear outside this small sphere Of at
traction, and must possess the force
himself to displace the dense air. At
mospherlc pressure, at q standstill, is
fourteen and seven tenths pounds to the
square inch. A locomotive going through
1t at a rate of seventy miles an hour is
therefore q mammoth cleaver. Ben
Miles was barnacle that chung to It's
side by mere force of muscle.
He had but few seconds in which to
was fattened against the front of the
cab. He saw he must exert himself. He
writhed, twisted, tugged himself along
by the hand rail. The muscles on his
bare arm knotted themselves like q
bundle of withes. It was the work of q
giant, but Ben went forward. ~
He never could do that but for the
liquor that's in him, y said the astonished
fireman.
Ben reached the front Just in time to
poise himself and swing his iron bar. He
struck the blow. The rail rolled over.
A click Of the huge wheels as they
cleared the spot with scarcely depres-
sion told that the speed of the train and
Ben Miles rashness had saved the lives
in his keeping.
Hurrah! We're safe r. shouted the
fireman.
But not so Ben Miles. Just as he had
raised the iron bar to cast it at the twist,
ed rail, half a dozen puhs of smoke arose
from as many clumps of grass not fa1
from the track, and shower of bullets
whizzed through the air. Ben fell back
on the cowcatcher. Was he struck? The
fireman strained his eyes to get a glimpse
Of his return. Presently Ben's head APP
peared to view; then an arm !; and then
he worked himself up, turning his back
to the cab, the better to hold back
against the rushing air, which now
strove to hurl him to his retreat with as
much force as before it had fought his
advance. All this time Ben used but
one arm, and Jake could see that the
other was bloody and hung by his side.
With fearful struggle he finally reached
the cab and clambered inside.
ella, ha, ha p rang out the same d.
abolical laugh; the devils thought to
eh, Jake %
"But your arm, BENZ
event back on me; failed me at q
pinch-as it never did before. !"
"Why, here's a bullet hole through
the muscle above the elbow -
"Eh, hit? Well, wrap it with hand
kerchief. Jake. L know physician for
wounds like that. You'll have to coal
up now. See how the dear old shorter
scurries along. We're only twenty miles
from home. She shall see how q ma
chine can run p And Ben thought no
more of his useless arm.
A few miles on the hither side of tie
station they were now approaching.
which formed the te minus of the diyis-
ion on which Ben Miles had been run
ming for some time there lived a most
charming woman. Five years before
her husband had been wealthy and
prosperous man in Boston; but reverses
in fortune came to him, and he saw with
deep pain the hollow side of that society
which had always till then courted his
favor. The sight shook his faith in the
depth of human goodness he longed to
be Timon and turn his back upon. this
Athens. He yearned for a wild life, Sin IN
the West, but he could not ask his wife
to forego the comforts and society in
which she had always lived. She. how
ever, observed this inclination Of his
mind, and, by insidious degrees, made it
her own proposition. ssCome," said
she, "let us live on a farm, far away
from the world; we will make paradise
for ourselves . They went, and her
words were in truth fulfilled. While he
planted wheat she planted flowers, and
in two years the house and grounds were
a bower of loneliness.
1t was q sad day to this young wife
when death took away the husband she
delighted to make contented. She would
not show his corpse to her 3-year-old
girl !; but when the little one asked for
papa, she could only tell her that some
time she would see her papa again. SO
the child was happy, and the widows
heart-during the three years that had
now passed-was insensibly ightened
by its gleeful laugh.
Ben Miles saw this child in one of his
rambles, when it had strayed from the
house a little farther than usual, and
thought he had found an angel, till she
told him she lived in the cottage up by
the road. While he was talking to her.
her mothers voice, in musical but pierre
ing tones, called from over rising in the
ground, and, taking her in his arms, Ben
strobe rapidly toward the sound, saying,
"There's anguish in that cry, my little
one you must hasten to drive it away. !"
Never had Ben forgotten the look in that
young mothers eyes when he put her
child in her arms; and when she thanked
him, with her sweet, tremulous voice, she
robbed him, without knowing it, of one
of the kindest hearts that ever beat in
mans breast.
Ben could only speak to her Of the
child. ''May come and see her again
and bring some some
=. CANDY" queried the little one at
candy-and Like you, too. =
s'Ah, shall bear charmed life here
after, I know I shalt" and Ben raised
his broad-brimmed hat and strobe away
with a genial laugh. He went often to
the cottage afterward It stood within
twenty rods Of the track, and his COM
panions on the road had seen him there
as they passed by. They had noted
| another fact-strange to them, but
which, will not 1< RI v,o,, rooSo, EI1o,,.