The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-10-08
won't be a shovelful OF Goals left
for any of the fires, let alone the en-

won't be a shovelful OF Goals left
for any of the fires, let alone the en-
gine.'
"'Then don't you know says she,
in her soft voice that it would be a
wise plan to get all the passengers to-
gether in one car and keep a good fire
up there, and let the other stoves go
out? It's no matter if we are little
crowded. says she.
We'll, OF course, it was the only
thing to do, rs we see at once when it
was put into our heads. We took the
car the sick lady was in, SOS she a not
have to be disturbed, and we made up
beds for the children and somehow all
the passengers managed to pack in,
train hands and all. It was tight
squeeze. but that didn't matter so
much, because the weather was so
awfully cold.
"That was the way come to see
SO much OF the young lady. l hadn't
anything to keep me about the en-
CINE, SO I kind OF detailed myself off
towait on her. She was busy allday
long doing things for the rest. It's
queer how peoples characters come
out at such times. We got to know
all about each other. People
string and ma aiming and being polite
and just showed what they were worth.
The selfish ones, and the shirks, and
the towards, and the mean cuses who
wanted to blame some one besides the
Almighty for sending the weather
there warn't no use for any OF them
to try to hide themselves any more
than it was for the other kind. The
women, as a rule, bore up better than
the men. 1t comes natural, Isuppose,
for woman to be kind of silent and
pale and patient when she's suffering.
But the young lady wasn't that sort,
either. She was as bright as button
all along. You'd suppose from her face
that she was having Just the best kind
of time!
II can see her now, standing before
the stove roasting jack-rabbits, for
the Others supper. Some OF the gen.
tlemen had revolvers, and when the
snow got crusted over SOS they could
walk on it, they used to shoot 'em.
And we were glad enough of every one
shot, provisions were SO scanty.
The last two days them rabbits and
snow water melted in a pail over the
stove was all we had to eat or drink"
II suppose there was nothing for
you to do but to wait" said Miss
Vaughn. ! ey,.i.
mo, ma'am; there wasn't nothing
at all for me to do but help the young
lady now and then. She let me help
her more than the rest, l used to
think. She'd come to me and saw,
Mr.. Scott, this rabbits foryou and the
conductor. She never forgot anybody
except herself. Once she asked me
to hold the sick little girl while she took
a sleep. 1t was mighty pretty always
to see her with them children. They
never seemed to have enough OF her.
All OF them wanted her to put them
to bed, and sing to them and tell sto.
ries. Sometimes she'd have all five
swarming over her at once used to
watch them"
"Well, how did it end2" asked Miss
Vaughn, as the engineers voice, which
had gradually grown lower and more
dreamy, came to u stop.
"Eh? what? Oh! himself.
ait ended when three locomotives and
a relief train from Cheyenne broke
through to us on the eighth morning
after blocaded. They brought
provisions and coal; and we got on
first rate after that. Did the sick
lady die? No, ma'a She was living
when | last heard of her, down to
Santa Barbara. Two years ago, that
was"
and what became OF your young
lady?"
"she left at Sacramento. Her
brother or some one was down to
meet her. Isaw him moment He
didn't look like her."
And you never saw her again?
You never heard her name?"
No, ma a'am; never did,
The engineers voice sounded gruff
and husky as he said this. Heshovel-
ed in Goals with needless energy.
Are you a married MANI" asked
Miss Vaughn. The question sounded
abrupt even to herself, but seemed
relevant to something in her mind.
''No,"
John Scott looked her squarely in
the face as he replied. His counte-
nance was rather grim and set, and
for moment she feared she had offend
ed him. Then, as he met her depre-
eating gaze, he assured her with
swift smile:
mo, ma'am, l amt, and never
shall be as l know of he added.
Second rate wouldn't satisfy me
now, I guess He pulled the cord
which hung ready to his hand, and q
long screeching whistle rang out over
the plain. and sent the prairie-dogs
scuttling into their burrows.
''This is feeding station we're
coming to-" he explained. ''Twenty
minutes here for supper, ma am; and
it amt bad one either. 1 reckon
you'd like to have me help you down,
wouldn't you?"
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