New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-10-25
Saved By a Miracle.


stretched like fiery brazen serpents
away to the distant capital. Every
minute lessened the distance; the ex-
press flew along with terrible speed-it
appeared to have wings. Pouring out
dense volumes of smoke and vapor, it
dashed along toward the great city
whose numerous towers began to emerge
on the horizon. Only few leagues
more, and Paris would clasp to its
breast one of its own children
The stoker of the engine was on his
last journey; he now intended to re-
main in Paris, his dearly beloved Paris
Leroy, the stoker, was not old; thirty
years at the outside, tall, with bright
eyes, and something decided and haugh-
ty in his bearing. Over his open fore
head fell lock of thick black hair;
courage and audacity sparkled in his
eyes. A full dark moustache jealousy
concealed his red lips and snow-white
teeth; his face was marked with certain
features which bespoke pride, with
shade of imperiousness. He was dress
ed in blue linen trousers and blouse,
which articles of attire were held to-
gether by means of a broad leather belt.
On his head he wore broad brimmed
hat.
With a joyous heart he went on feed
ing the black monster with fuel, which
was eagerly consumed by the devouring
element. Leroy's sharp gaze chances
up the line, when all at once he sees
there, in the midst of the solitary plain
over which the train is passing, at a dis
lance of about five hundred yards, a hut
man figure stretched at full length
across the metals. What was to be
done? TO stop? impossible! (This was
before the invention of the vacuum
brake.)
''Do you see that creature lying
across the rails, Rollin?'' he hurriedly
asked the driver
"Yesr'
"Shall we reverse the steam?"
''On no account; it would SILVER us
all to pieces.''
eve shall have to do it, or else that
PERSONS fate is sealed?' exclaimed
Leroy.
..And I say it won't do" replied Roll
in, decisively; ''we should be stalking
the lives of several of the passengers in
our train in the attempt to save that
one.''
Leroy gazed forward in despair.
The train rushed nearer to it's victim.
The poor creature was lost! Then sud-
denly the stoker's eyes fell upon the
signal cords. Quick as lightning he
fastened them round his body.
''Now summon all the strength you
have got, take firm hold of the cords,
and follow me!'' cried Leroy to the en-
gine-driver; and quickly, in less time
than it takes to relate it, he creeps
along the foot-plate which runs by the
side of the boiler, gets in front of the
engine, steps down on a projecting bar,
and then holding fast by his legs to one
of the buffers, he hangs suspended, his
head downward, his arms stretched for
ward and his body held in position by
the rope, which the driver has mean
while passed round the funnel.
At that mOment-anOther revolution
of the wheels, and it had been too late
just rs the engine was about to crush
its human victim Leroy seized the body,
snatched it upward, and lifted the bur-
den few inches above the rails. The
engine-driver then slowly dragged him
up, and in few moments later he stood
with his capture in the space which di-
vides the engine from the tender
Leroy held in his arms a blooming,
elegantly-dressed young damsel about
eighteen summers, whom, as by mira
Gle, he had rescued from certain de-
struction. Long fair hair fell in wavy
tresses over her closed eyes, over her
breast and shoulders, Sorrow and anx-
iety were depicted on her countenance,
The stoker carefully laid down his bur-
den, shrill whistle, and soon AFTER
ward the train rolled into the station.
On the following day people read in
the Paris morning papers the bold,
foolhardy exploit Of the stoker. And a
few weeks later there appeared in the
Marseit1ais6 an announcement of the
betrothal Of Louise Martin, the daugh-
ter of Martin, the banker, to Leroy.