The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-11-02

nave ue, all TlSuG, IL AIN LILO
man, I'll put it aud my heart in
my pocket, aud reverse engine on
the uarryin' question:
!. And just at this crisis of
thought he saw cause for rever
j sing the engine indeed.
Some men are rash to villainy.
! The conductor of a construction
train, which ought to be lying on
a switch a mile away, thought be
could make the next switch be-
fore the Chicago Express came
by. So be tried it. He survived
the disaster to telegraph his resig-
nation to the company next
hour, and 60 West
George-hair flying back from
his forehead-hands like lightning
EYE and mouth set, reversed his
engine, whistled the brakes down
the fireman ran back-the en-
gineer of the construction.train
jumped-but George stood up to
the alarm-signal till engine reared
against engine, the baggage.car
fell on a gravel-fat, and human
yells went up out Of the Express
from mouths which were saved,
but never a sound from the en-
gineer who had stood at his post
and saved them-and now lay
half under his dear old Number 8,
wrecked with it.
There's been an accident cried
Jennie, rushing into his mothers
presence and causing the dear old
lady to push her glasses quite
into her hair. "A telegram just
came
Not Georgel
The express oh, don't dear!
No one WEE dangerously hurt but
the engineer-it was a collision
be saved the train, they say! Oh,
don't let it kill you !!
where's my bunnet p CROPPED
the old mother.
Here's your bonnet and your
shawl jennie wrapped both this
and her arms around Georges
mother. Those tender young
touches brought her on Jennie's
neck.
Don't you leave me. It's
agoing to kill me to see him lyin'
under them wheels, all tore up!
The best son, and good and kind
as an angel! Oh, how'll we git
there? Oh, who's agoing to take
me to my SON.
4 will,' promised the young
woman, breathless and white, "a
relief train is going up
What they thought ali that
long time they rode, hanging to
each others bands-thls childish
woman, and womanly child, l
know not. Do you think at all
just before you open a black
| bordered letter: when some awful
charge threatens you? Do GRIM
inals think when the moose is
round their necks? We some
times exist without living.
1t was warm summer dusk
when the relief train slid slowly
up to wreck. The passenger
coaches stood intact. Men were
cbopping at the engines and
broken fats. The people who had
swarmed for hours, and nearly
killed a man whom they were
determined to lionize, now par.
TALLY hived themselves in the new
train.
'Mother!' breathed George, from
his bed of coats, over which a sur
geon stopped.
The poor old woman spun wild
ly round like top, till Jennie
righted and propelled her to
George.
The lamb's-wools in my pock-
et,' be whispered, with a merry
twinkling in bis suffering eyes.
and mother, pull out my purse,
and give the little case in the cor
ner to Jennie. "Opens it, mo-
tioning her ear nearer his lips. 4
bougb BIT that for yol this afternoon
his voice just reached her, and
I was going to offer it, and ask
you to marry me. Take it now'
and l don't ask any questions
with it. No woman would take
up with a smashed affair like
me-
oh, Georgep replied the wo.
man, blazing out of all reserve,
and piercing him through with
her eyes of love. You splendid