The Arizona sentinel., 1888-05-19

leaned against tho platform. with desperate. almost unconscious, appeal
 to Heaven: God help me find the
 baby"
 I wonder if it went its way, that cry. Something whispered to Cassius BingS' uninventive soul way at that
 moment, and he followed it. H, flew to q fellow he knew who carted build
 ing refuse. and got him to let him have some bits of boards for shelf.
 which a nail or two made secure. It
 was his life for the baby's. but he never faltered. Next he got a coil of small, strong rope. and when night shut down he repairel to the depot. The rough boards under his arm gave him such look of being a repairer his respecla able garments so forbade the suggestion of tramp. that it was easy to slip the gateman and walk down the platform 10 the locomotive.
 Then he walked up the track. turned and came back on tie outside of the train. Dark and cold. Then he crOuched, waiting. Five minutes be- fore the train started. he crawled un- der the last car adjusted as well as he could the shelf on the truck, got onto it, and lashed himself in place with the small strong rope. There he lay, waiting. What an eternity it seemed before the qu:ver and jar and jerk reached the last car, and the train swung with aroar that decpened. and a rush that took his breath. out of the depot Already benumbed by his long waiting by the side of the track. he could hardly be colder, he thought, and yet the rushing air carried little more heat from his stiffened body every instant, Hardly two inches from his head the wheels spun dizzily round, throwing the oil with stinging drops against his face and eyes. which ho dared not open. But for the rope which dashed him close. Bings at this early stage of his perilous jour- ney must have fallen beneath the changing wheels.
 At last the monster slackened its speed, the brakeman shouted "Wor- cester." and with their yells, the train was halted. "Oh! but 10 ease his pulselesS limbs an instant" and Bings half raised himself No, he was sure to be discovered. and that meant breaking his promise to the little mother waiting for them both on Easter morning. With BilIy's name in his thoughts s he shut his coarse, strong lips firmly together, and shift ing his position trifle on the narrow perch, grimly rtsignel himself to new torture as the train swung out of the station again.
 Springfield, H artford, New Haven. The stoppageS were almost worse than the journeys. as he lay in torture lest some trainman with his care should be too faithful in his duties. Before he reached New Haven the roaring in his ears grow intolerable. and as con- sciousness slipped away on the rush. ing wind he thought he was dying. but awoke from hls swoon to find the train at standstill and two boys talk ing near.
 ''The bloke's dead, I tell ye. for he never said nothing when pun ched un with my stick. an that kind alters cusses yer he'd off,
 He couldn't hear what the other boy said, as he spoke low and timidly. but the first speaker answered. to his re- lief. Nav. yer wont. neither; we'll both jest get fetched up by the cop to testerfy. and dad'll whale the stuffin' out n mo fer hangin' round the kurs, fer he promised he would. Come long. Tim!"
 But the worst was to come-siXty miles to New York without a stop. The train, evidently behind time, fair ly flew over the rails as the speed in- creased. The roar grew worse and worse. Blood rushed from, his nose and ears. and too wretched to hope for any thing but death, Cassius Bings. at length. realized that the train was slowing up, and he had reached New York and-Billy! That thought aroused his dazed brain, and once more his heart cried out: Help me, my God, to find my boy"
 Crawling from the truck, af ter tedi- ously unloosing the rope with his stiffened fingers, he twisted it loosely about his arm. Bings. in the con- fusion and shadow, found shelter in a coal-yard until it grew little lighter. Then. as he started to go on his asleep against the coal-pile nearest. Something made him look closer, and a sudden thrill of recollection cut through his brain at sight of red tied about the swarthy throat of the sleeper. It never oc- cured to Bings' simple mind that two ruffians might wear red 'kerchiefs; he only saw before him, without doubt as to his identity, one of the three for whom he was searching. This man could and must tell him of the woman and Billy.
 How glad he was now for sober habits that after all his terrible night ride. had left his nerves steady and his muscles strong. 'Stashy should mt be disappointed, and at the thought the blood surged into his finger ends. To grasp, at disadvantage, the sleeping man, to bind hlm swiftly in his first surprise, was the work of few moments of sharp struggle; and then the wearer of the tell-tale necktie said, pantingly, as he olared af his nantnr.