The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-22

walked a step since.
 ''One of the first things I asked, when 1 was able to talk of the matter, was about the train. Joe Varnish, the engineer of the express locomotive, who was off duty while the bridge was down, was by me at the time and told me the story.
 "'How comes it that you are here, Joe, instead of at the bottom of the river, you and the whole train?" l asked.
 ''He looked at me with a queer look moment, and then he stopped over, and took up from the floor red Ian tern. 1 knew it the moment l saw it, as the one I had carried that night, and I remembered dropping it as l began to fall
 "'It's Hdt that saved us!' said he.
 ''I was puzzled both at his manner and at what he said, but 1 was more puzzled-and startled, too-when he went on to explain:
 "'We were coming down the road a little late, full drive, at forty-five miles an hour said he, and had just passed the station, and I had whistled for the crossing, when I caught sight ahead of us, and not a great way off either, of dangersignal, the red light. It was right in the middle of the track, and evidently approaching, moving up and down quickly, as though the man who carried it was running with all his might.
 "'Of course, reversed and whistled down the brakes in an instant; and it wasn't half minute, may be, before we came to a standstill, with the light now almost upon us. And almost be- fore we were fully stopped, l jumped down and ran ahead to meet it, and learn what was the matter. It was some rods ahead yet, and could still see it swinging from side to side, as though the person bringing it had now slackened his pace to walk. A sec ond later it seemed stationary, and seemed to be waiting for me to come-up. As I came close upon it, you may imag- inc my astonishment to find it set down in the middle of the track, and not soul to be seen anywhere around.
 "'I spoke, and then called aloud and then shouted, but got no response. And before this, had not heard any sound or footfall. And when, a mo- ment later, the conductor and some of the train-men came up with lights, we searched out, and could not find any traces of the person who seemed 10 have left it there.
 '' Then we went on down the road; and there we found the bridge gone. As we approached, your dog com menced bowling, and we found him on the edge of the embankment, and in ferred that you had fallen down the embankment. We searched at once, and found you almost dead, though am very glad to say not quite that
 ''That was the way Joe told me the story. And when he had finished, I lay there thinking it over for some time. At last I said:
 [" Joe, how could it have got there the lantern?'
 'Joe shook his head.
 " I can't tell, said he. All know about it is, that it was there, and it saved the train. But I'm sure it wasn't dona hu anH, b9y117031 bandr
 'I thought it over for some moments longer. I did not believe in ghosts, or spirits, or any thing of the sort. Some body or something living must have taken the lantern from the spot where [ dropped it as I fell down the embank- ment, and carried it up the track to 5he place where Joe Varnish first found t. And all at once I was sure had solved the enigma.
 "'Joe,' said I. I have itl'
 "'How is that?' he asked.
 ".There were three of us that went down, and found that bridge gone, said I.
 "'Three?' repeated he, more mysti. jed than ever.
 "'Yes, said I. Myself, the lan- 5ern and the dog. Now I could not nave taken the lantern up the track. And it couldn't have taken itself up here. Therefore, it must have been he third one of us-don't you see?'
 ''Joe stood a moment puzzling over t. Then his face broke into broad smile, and he nodded his head:
 "'Yes, he said, at length. Yes, ;ee.'"
 The old fagman ended his story, md looked up at Harry and me as we stood there, not quite comprehending even now just how it all had happened.
 What! Don't you see either?" asked le, and he laughed heartily to himself, Or a moment. Then he put his fingers O his lips, and gave shrill whistle.
 The next instant large black dog came bounding down the road, and came to the old fagman's side. His master laid his hand affectionately on he black. curly head, and looked up It Harry and me once again.
 ''I'll make you acquainted with Sig" said he. Signal is his full name. I've called him by it ever since that light. It was Sig that carried the red fight up the track. ."-John BroUnjo5as, 10 Kouth's Companion.