The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1885-05-29

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car door.
"Here's good place to climb as
any" says the conductor. There is
a pole right in this. drift that must
be nearly buriel. But what are you
going to doz7
"Cut the wire and telegraph to
the next station sos help. Il have
taken messages om nay t@n2ae fos
fun. 'sNov, Ell do il in earnest, .
"You can't do it," the conductor
replies Don't try. I'm afraid of
lightning myself, and wouldn't advise
you to fool With it very much. Be
sides, if that don't barn you mp, the
weather will freeze you to DEATH
Il can have my choice of the two
extremes then, can't II" replies the
young man gayly. ''Ill risk it. Pm
not afraid either. Come on"
And they plange into the great
drift, sinking at every step nearly to
tie waist in the freezing snow.
"Here it Is, says the conductor,
as with some difficulty they reached a
telegraph pole. Cant reach the
wire, can you27
NO" answers the stranger, cheer
lily. Il hope you have then2 long
enough mp here. "Were I so tall to
reach the pole low,-to quote DE'.
Watts, l should be much more for
tunate than l am But never mind,
| can stand on your shoulders.
GLOW do you knnw you can?"
laughs the conductor.
"Because I'm bound 10 get help"
confidently returns the young man.
"Now where. is the station we are
going to apply tor"
"VIctory Junction is the next one
below us. There is probably a
freight there waiting for US. If we
could get that engine now?"
whats its Office, call, do you
know" says the young man, tying his
mufFler tightly oyer his sealskin ca p
and around his neck.
". I've head 'em say" is the an
swer.
''If you want help. I suppose the
best way is to apply to the laain Of
Gce to the train dispatcher. l don't
know much about railroad work, but
1 should s4ppose that would be
the thing to do. Do you know the
call for that office.
Il don't replies the conductor Il
only knew the otbeg because I've
heard the boys gassing about it and
the pretty ope1ator. Yes, we ought
to get the main office, but if you
can ges W and tell her wha4 you
want, she'll manage it. BY George,
though! what if she isn't in? Its
nearly half-psst eleven, and that's
pretty late for her Her fathers u
regular old salt at railroad business,
but he can't operate for shucks.
Mebbe he'll keep her waitin' for us.
but ! don't know"
"Well, can try to- get her, at any
rate, is the reply-a remark which
afterward comes to him manyItimes;
and unconscious of the prophetic ma
ture Of his words he prepared to cut
the line.
See here, my boy" breaks in
the conductors voice, ''who are you,
and where did you come from2'
MY name IS Walter St. John" f"
replies the young man, ':and l am
an operator in Boston. / am just Oh
my way from a vacation in Montreal.
Now, I'm ready, give rae your shoul-
ders"
The conductor braces himself, and
the 1.-the form Of st. John is soon
balanced on the broad shoulders. He
reach ed up and cut the wire, steady
/ ing himself by the pole. One end
of the wire is wound about the glass
insulator:> this he unwlnds and puts
into his mouth, placing the zip Of it
against his tongue. He shakes his
head, and tries the end OF the other
part Of the severed wire IN the same
way. Then he touches the two ends
together,
''Good Heavensl2 he exclaims
"The wire Is dead"
That's always our luck" is the
answer from beneath. 81 mighr~havt
known it. This line IS always Dustin
when it's wanted most"
i Tie wind comes with increased
| force, and sits the fine snow oYel
them as they stand there. The cold is
so bitter that Walter St, John
fingers are already numb, but hi
courage does not fail him
Hold me steady a minute longer,
ae says. ''Tn bring en- yet.'
Again he touches the tips of tn
wire together, and this time he is re
paid by seeing the faint, white sparl