Bridgeton pioneer., 1885-09-10

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say we did. The man that tries to run
an engine without keeping his eyes
peeled gets left sooner or later. I've
heard about fellows out West that
would start out on run with board
reaching across from the drivers seat
to the fireman'> :, and deck of cards,
but never tried that. Just to show
you how necessary it is for 4 man to
keep his eye on the rails ahead of him
lot me tell you little story. | was
running along one night in Ohio some
years ago. 1t was q blowy, rainy,
nasty night, and in times like that
man is doubly watchful. For hours l
never took my eyes from the wet,
glistening rails ahead of me, except, of
course, when we stopped at stations.
All at once l saw in front of mellow
far ahead l couldn't tell-a glimmer of
light. 1t was just Il spark. | barely
saw it before 1t disappeared. Was it a
lightning-bug? hadn't seen any that
night. What was 1t? That l couldn't
answer. But my instinct told me to
stop the train, and stop did. 1t was
mighty lucky | looked at it that way,
for that glimmer of light was caused
in the oldest way you ever saw. You
couldn't guess it in a week. a farmer
was walking along the track, when he
discovered short bridge SO badly
washed out by the freshet that to run
upon it with train meant Il wreck. He
tried to start fire with paper and bis
clothing but couldn't do it. He had
one match left. He kept that until l
got close to him, his plan being to
strike that match, hold it in his hat,
and wave it across the track as he had
seen the brakemen do when they want
ed to signal stop. 1t was his hope that
l would see the blaze before it was
blown out. He no sooner struck the
match than out went the blaze. 1t
was merely flash, but saw it, and
the farmer had saved the train. What
if hadn't made it rule to keep my
eyes peeled along the rails every min
ute while running?"
There was a long-haired man in the
smoking-car and some of the younger
passengers were making sport of him.
They called him crank.
Tut, tut, boys" said an elderly
passenger; don't call man a crank
simply because he has long hair. Let
me tell you a story. l owned a farm
many years ago down East One day
l noticed long-haired man walking
around my place in Il very queer way.
l asked him what he was doing and he
said he was just looking around a lit
tie. But he was there again the next
day and the next. Finally l insisted
on his telling ME what he wanted, and
he said: We'll, farmer, there's buried
treasure under your farm, and I've
been trying to locate the Dtst place to
dig for it. I've found l:n place, and
now I'll make bargain with you.
You do the digging anu We'll divide
agreed and went to dig4ni. where he
told me to. spent IL. ;hc money 1
had on earth putting th:'; mole down,
Notwithstanding that tHe neighbors
laughed at me and called She man a
long-haired crank. y
'You were bigger fool than l took
you for" laughed one OF the younger
passengers.
''There you 60 again., said the old
man; "you youngsters Judge by ap-
pearances and think you know it all.
YOU"
"But you never found any buried
treasure, did you?''
Eyes, l did; hundreds of thousands
of dollars worth"
"What kind?"
Goal. The long haired man was a
geologist. - Wellnaa1a, IN Chicago Her.
aid.
Not Cupid's Court.
Miss May Abbott was a vision of
beauty, clothed in blue and gold and
haughtiness. The red facings down
the front of her dress were no brighter
than the flash of indignation on her
cheeks. Beside her trembled Arthur
Lolita, with cigarette face and very
tight clothes. 1t was in the Harlem
police court yesterday morning.
"Have l got to be annoyed by this
little puppy all the time?" demanded
Miss Abbott of Justice Power.
''How does he annoy you?"
"Why, he keeps following me and
forever saying, 'Ah, thereH I've got
sick of it..
"Of what?"
.Of the 'Ah, therer If he would
only say something else wouldn't
care SO mucn buC ne never uOeS, ana
it's been over a month now since he
begun it"
Il was going to say something else
when l got a good chance" " interposed
Mr.. Lotta.
Has she ever said anything to
you?'
Yes, sir; she called me "a giddy
boy. >
"Ol, see; you were not bold
enough to suit her. This is not Gu
pid's court. Discharged. '-Net0 York
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