Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-04-29

ing his head MIR. Maxwell saw II train
approaching them rapidly from the dis.
tance.
'Flickem says he is not afr aid of the
cars. nor Of anything, in fact he re.
marked reassuringly.
Il don't think he is afraid of anything
except IN exhibition of his leI power
laughed Mrs. Maxwell, but, ut the
same time bracing up ready for an en-
ergency, aud getting tight grip upon
the reins.
Dexter woke up from bis revery. too,
and all the signs of coming struggle
were made manifest in his entire frame,
as before. With grea: sagacity, and
apparent provision, as though he had
measured the turf before with such
rival, he gave his initiatory spring be-
fore the engine was up to him, and Mr..
Maxwell again essayed to assist in hold
ing him in !; but his wife motioned him
off with her head, and retained COM
mand. 1t was like pulling against a
sturdy oak tree, pulling against the
mouth of that horse. Away they went
with a dash, and then Dexter just
settled down to steady work. They
were madly racicg with the locomotive
and its long train of human freight.
The grimy engineer was the first to
discover the novel competition i'll speed
and, leaning from his cab, he gave the
MaXwells an encouraging smile and an
inviting wave of his sooty hand. The
fireman supplemented the invitation by
waving his red handkerchief, and grin
ming his approval. The engineer put
his hand to The lever and the train shot
ahead, but Dexter was no laggard now,
and he held his own at point on line
with the middle of the train.
The interest in the novel race had by
this time extended to the passengers on
the train, and the windows on The side
nearest the Maxwells were full of ex-
cited human beings. There was one
grave and astonished face on the train
looking at them, which Mr.. Maxwell
recognized. Il was old Deacon Petit.
Mr.. and Mrs. Maxwell were members
in good standing of the church in
which Mr.. Petit ofliciated as deacon.
Il could meyer have believed this of
the Maxwells, had not seen it myself
he was saying.
Just as Deacon Petit caught sight
of, and recognized the occupants of the
flying buggy, sudden jolt had depriv-
ed Mrs. Maxwell Of her bonnet, which
went floating away to the rear, and she
sat now braced backward tugging at
the lines with very red face, her long
hair streaming out like pennant.
Amidst the cheers of the passengers
and the noise of the train, Mr.. Maxwell
sat like a statue, knowing that their
case was hopeless till the road ended or
the train stopped. Glancing ahead,
they saw that the wagon road turned
off short to the left, while the rails
kept straight on. Their only hope was
to be able to turn Dexter to the left
and follow the road. The boy was
taking out the bars. The MaXwells
were almost at the turn Of the road,
and the brute showed no signs Of slack
ing or turning.
George, he is going to take the
fence y screamed Mrs Maxwell. He's
hunter Pull pull = she cried,
holding the left hand toward him.
will the boy never get the rails out p
Maxwell pulled as he had been di-
rected, land with such strength that the
line parted at the middle splice. But
had he pulled against the fence post he
would haYe turned it as easily as he
could the horse, They we've upon the
boy, who dropped the last rail, and the
three rails lay 10 heap over whic h the
buggy bounded hign in the air, leaving
Mr.. Maxwell's hat at the feet of the
boy, and Mrs. Maxwell in a heap IN the
bottom OF the buggy. On they sped
across the ten acre lot, and the man,
who had been on the alert, had already
opened another passage way at the far
side into his barnyard. Here Dexter
called sudden halt, which landed the
couple in confused mass at the bot
tom Of the vehicle.
Had it not been for the noise of the
trains as they neared the turn in the
road, the Maxwels might have heard
! Farmer Bates yell to his wife, as he
ran out and sent his boy flying to the
bars
There comes old Dexter, as sure as
tate.'
To which Mrs. Bates had replied
Yes, l knowed he'd take the first
chance he got to come home agn.'
He pears to he in hurry. too said
the farmer, grinning.
Mr.. and Mrs. Maxwell presented a
rather sorry appearance at their impro.
vlsed call upon Mr.. Bates. Mrs. Max
well was also furnished with a cheap
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