New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-03-22

with trembling finger, his face as
white as death. I followed the direc-
ton in which he pointed, and-how
shall / describe what saw?
II was well acquainted with Mary
Warren, the girl Dave was going to mar
~ in two days. She and I were old
friends, and if it had not been for Dawes
better education and fine figure, we
might but that is nothing to the point.
AS surely as l see you before me now, l
saw Mary Warren then.
1.-The steam was pouring in thick
white cloud out of the stack, sometimes
shutting out our view of the track ahead.
The headlight made sort of reflection
upon it like the sun in a fog, and there,
right in the center of the misty glow, I
saw the figure of Mary Warren.
eve were going at top speed, but the
shape glided along like shadow, al
ways hanging in the midst of the steam.
rThe strangest part of it was that,
while she looked like q real living wo-
man, suspended in the steam, 1 could
plainly see the glow of the headlight
through her figure.
'.She appeared to be looking fxedly
at Dave, with wild expression of ter
ror, and kept wringing her hands and
waving them towards us, as if she want
ed us to stop.
''For the space of half a minute We
both stared at the shape, dumb and
breathless; then the steam dispersed and
the figure was gone. The whole thing
was like the stereopticon views of men
and animals which they show you re-
| Elected on smoke, and it disappeared ex-
actly the same.
''When it was gone Dave slowly turn
ed and looked at me with a terrible ex-
preston in his face.''
''Mary is Dead" he muttered; ssthat
was her spirit come to bid me farewell
"No," cried I-no, Dave. If it was
Mary at all, she came to warn you of
danger ahead. She loves you well
enough to be able to come out of her
body to save you. Cheer up, old boy,
and keep bright lookout
''Whether Dave took my view of the
mystery or not, he kept very quiet, with
his hand upon the bar and his eye on
the track ahead.
''Nothing happened for the next hour
to alarm us; nor did the spectral shade
appear again. Just before reaching
Elkhorn Bridge there is nasty curve
in the road, >and you are almost on the
bridge before yon can see it. 1t was
here l expected trouble, if any were to
come. Evidently Dave was of my mind,
for, as we turned the curve and leaned
out to catch sight Of the bridge light, he
said, in a low tone:
''What is it, Jim?''
''White," said I.
''Even as I said the words we both ut
tered a cry. Driving right before us,
figure of Mary Warren. This time she
seemed to move rapidly ahead of us and
disappear near the bridge light, which
! suddenly turned red.
ENGINEERS are like the engine they
manage; pull certain bars and they start,
shut certain valves and they stop. When
we saw that danger signal, terrified and
unnerved as we were, we did our duty
as naturally as if wholly at our ease.
''When we first saw the red light we
were within two Kindred yards of the
bridge. If the road had been dry we
could have stopped in that distance.
But though we blew brakes and revers-
ed the drivers, the train seemed to move
OH almost as rapidly as before. Dave
and I exchanged looks.
''It's all over.'' said he. 'We'll stick
by her, Jim!''
"Of course,'' said I.
II take this much credit to myself.
could have jumped, and felt pretty sure
of saving myself, but 1 did not once
think of it. Nor did Dave. He reached
over, with one hand on the bar, and
grasped mine with the other.
''Good by, old man,
''Good by, Dave. God bless your
''The seconds that followed seemed
like hours. We could feel the engine
jump and shake as the reversed wheels
revolved furiously under her. Still we
slide on, though more slowly now. I
could see where the bridge had been,
the broken beams, and the dark water
rolling between.
Nearer, nearer to that horrible gulf
which seemed to yawn for us and our
living freight. I could see the bridge
light glaring down at us with its bloody
eye and not soul near it.
1.-The wheels turned faster, the Jar
was heavier. We staggered like drunk
en- men with the shock. Every now and
then the drivers seemed to catch hold of
the track and the engine would bound
like a spurred horse. We were going SO
slowly now that we could almost have
stepped off; yet we slid on, and now
there was not fifty feet between us and
death.
''Slower and slower we moved, and
then, just as our forward trucks touched
the broken beams of the bridge, we stop
ped. l looked up and saw that the
signal light was white again, but was
so grateful, nervous and altogether so
shaken, that thought nothing of it.
eve could gather nothing from Mary
Warren herself, except that she had an
in.listinct recollection of a dream in
which Dave seemed to be in great dam
ger, which she was trying to avert. This
is the story, sir. I offer no explanation
of it. 1t may be that our souls can
leave our bodies to watch over those we
love. believe it. And l believe, too,
that owe my life to Mary Warren's
love for Dave Garnet. "-Fra1sk Leslie
The Number Of Workingmen.
The number of workmen employed
in iron and steel-making in the United
States in 1870 was 1866, whose wages
per year amounted to $4O,514.981. In
1880, according to census statistics, the
number of workmen employed in this
branch of manufacturing industry had
increased to 140,978, whose wages
amounted to $55, 49, 85 per year. The
capital invested in the business has near
~ doubled since 1870. and the quantity
of iron and steel produced has doubled,