Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-07-16

engiiae into epllirl tar n. this brsok
once the mol Iaer iIilnAsi rs
sicily the train He'd ;sl ri 40 tI,
tho hill top, and III re;tter q han:
she had ever known syiat he'd ler son, u
race TOR life. ssoIneti fnes ali IN isleer
has option sdeatll for liinlas''f it.-
|sstrrction for others, but ia thi .s,se.
safety Tor his pms suing t. n epentled5
ON safety for himself. ,sS3S
llway they went The epsine SEEM
SO lnsome ysterious manner 70 grasp
the situat ion, and become end owed
with knowledge of it's own danger, as
though il had spo ken will, the soul of
the silent man whose hand il held /. II
shock all over and at times seemed
[tosift itself into the air. On flew the
engine! On flew the pursuing headless
train as i determined on revenge for
lost prey, but in this race the Thun-
derbolt is alive, breat ching kno wle Ice
3olsa minds mastery over material. B
Shrek winds, il Va will, UNDECIDED for
when the long hill had slipped away ,,,
asE g tale that is old the Thunder bolt
speeds over q level stretch up ano ther
bill and rests, while tho train grad aL
~ slackens OF its own inert tin, lagss
along to the foothill and stops. hum
bly, waiting for the Thun derbolt to
come back and pull il over. From,
q Watching mother S heart goes mp a.
praye OF thank illness. In describing
that race, the fireman said hen
Clay Grouse is dead aud laid out, his
lace won't be whittier than il was when
he saw that woman going 60 steady
down to the crossing ahead ossus. He
Just signed TO me to stand by the coal,
and scarcely moved after that. Once
81 touched his hand and COED Lord,
IT was like ice! ] didn't know until we
made it, that twas his mother, or
reckon ID been so broken up couldn't
90 not thin for all the boys think. a
heap Of that old lady, and don't you
forget it. Bout twice week, regular,
she comes to town with q jug of: milk
an bag Of doughnuts, mince pie or
roast chicken, and many's the cold
wet night, way out on the plains, we We
blessed her while eating her lunch.
Vol, I tell We, I never thought we'd
make it, and / was just as sure we'd
lift that buggy off the track as I am
OF seeing Heaven, and when We ran in
ahead Of her I yelled like Comanche.
"Old Cash." he never looked toward
her or reckon he'd broke down.
He never spoke q durn word the whole
run Of forty miles into Neodesha.
He's mighty proud OF his engine, and
mostly hangs around to see things
made shinin', but that day he ran Of
like he hated it, and I'm blamed eff
don't think he was crying. He was all
nervous and done up for two or three
days, and didn't feel pretty much
like a camp meeting myself. You bet
your last life don't want to get into
another race like that, and to this
day you can never get Clay to talk
about it,
Mrs. Grouse says she heard one
whistle, but knowing it. was beyond
her sons time to pass, that no other
train was due for some hours on his
track, and deceived by the wind, sup
posing the signal came from the Mis-
souri, Pacific in front, instead OF her
sons unexpected train behind her.
The thick veil and hood had aided de-
ception, apd no knowledge OF danger
dawned uatil the engine dashed before
her on to The crossing. The next meet
ing OF mo1her and son can be best left
to imagination, but the moral of this
true tale is 'Look out for the cross
ing" \ ~
P. S.-The chicken-house was duly
repaired.