Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1883-10-25
think OF it no more, but tend to bust.

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ness
''But in spite of me, be careful of tn
Frankenstine trestle,' kept comin' int.
my head; even the wind seemed t,
shrek it. pictured to myself broker
rail and the yawning gulf on each side
What terrible accident it would max ,
what frightful chasm in which /;
plunge. Then remembered Nell, ant
the queer look that came over her fac,
when she gave me that singular eau
ton: BE careful of the Frankerstin,
trestle' We was nearin' the bridge
sure enough. On the up grade 49, wa
making alb ut twenty miles an hour
and in less than ten minutes he would
he over the bridge, or | caught my
| breath, for at that moment those warn
ing words flashed into my mind once
more.
'''If I'm ever to be cured of sucl
stuff, says l to myself. 'now's my
chance. What could Nell know abou
the bridge? I'll put her across at full
speed.
"A tall white birch that stood on /,
spur of the mountain was the landmark
which showed me that we was acomin
to the straight piece which led acros:
the bridge. put my hand on the
| throttle to open the valve, when
"Well, gentlemen. l don't suppose
you'll believe me, but as true as I'm
standin' here, my wife's voice wills
pered in my ear not that one, Bob, Mt
brake!'
alt gave me such start that before
knew what l did / had opened the
Westinghouse for all she was worth,
and the train came to a standstill in less
than two lengths. Not waitin' to an
swer any questions from Dan, grabbed
my lantern and ru-hed up the track to
the bridge and walked along the middle
plank until | reached the other side,
and then back again. Not a thing was
out of place, every rail secure, and the
bridge was a sound as when first put
up!
Idiot cried /, 80 much for your
foolish nonsense. This freak will cost
you your job
81 could see the lights of the con-
ductor and brakeman, who had with Il
number of passengers come ont to see
what was the matter How the boys
wOuld laugh, thought. | should new
er hear the last of it. | was sncakin'
back to the cab, when l came to the
switch of Il short siding that had been
laid, on which to run gravel cars. 1t
warn't very long track, not more than
4 hundred odd feet, and ended within a
couple of yards of the precipice. Motto
in sOmethin' peculiar, | held up my
lantern and found large tree that had
just blown down and fallen against the
switch rod, breakin' the fastening and
THROWN the rails OF the main line into
the siding!
50 Il tell You, boys, it made my hair
stand on end. In two minutes that
whole train and them directors would a
gone off that cliff, and not a one would
have lived to tell about it,
"'What's the row, Bob?' SAYS the
conductor.
"'Row enough says I, look at that
switch. reckon | pulled her up just in
time
''Great Heavens exclaimed fat di.
rector who was standing by. where
does that track lead TOP
"'To the other world says /. 'and
we came almighty near maxim the
trip"
We'll, You never see more CRATE.
full set of men. They made up purse
of five hundred dollars on the spot, and
when we got to Fabyan's they tele.
graphed the Super as how was to stay
with them during the excursion, and l
went to all the s; ghts in Montreal with
'em just as though had been one of the
regular party. Not content with that,
they gave me an elegant gold watch and
chain, the President of the road, who
happened to be among 'em, making
neat speech. l tell you peep into the
JAWS of death will put rich and poor
men on the same level, nothing like it
to take the bigncss out of them.
"'Well, the boys all made lion OF
me when got back to Portland, and
Nell never seemed so glad to see me.
That nights work was the making OF
me. for the Super gave me good show
and finally got this job. never told
the boys why l stopped the train, for ]
knew they would laugh at me, and ]
don't know as l told my wife for long
time. One day, however, she came to
me and says:
dob, L had queer dream about you,
the night of that affair at the Franken-
stein. l dreamed was on the engine
with you somewhere and We was agoin'
at a frightful rate. Way in the distance
l saw what seemed to be big gulf, and
you thought by gettin' good Roadway
you could Jump it. l knew, of course,
you couldn't, SO when you started to
open the throttle said: Not that one,
the brate.' then l woke up
II told her then the whole story, and
gentlemen whenever l hear a similar
yarn, and I've heard number of 'em,
don't turn up my nose and say non
sense! There's more in ones feelings
than most people think, for, leastwise,
my feelings saved my neck
that night on the Frankenstein trestle.
There comes the express; goodnight
-Edvard II. Crosby, IN Boston
Courier.
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