The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1890-03-05

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the door. Looking up, l saw it was
Billy Thedford. In very excited voice
he asked where Hunter was.
"Home," said "aud so sick he can't
hold his head up"
"My Cod" said he; ~ shall be
ruined ~
Then he went on to say that il he
wasn't in Chicago the next day, some
deal, 1 think he called it, would fall
through, and it would cost him quarter
of million.
"There's a train goes through Junction
City at II 80 that'll get you to Chicago
in time, /" says 1.
"What good'll that do me?" says he.
awe been away for two days, and only
| just now got the telegram. If Hunter
was here he might get me down; but as
it is, l might as well go home, and let
| the money GO"
"Mr. Thedford," +" says ], 'Bob is sick,
but ] can run this machine to Junction
City in time to connect with the train
you want; but you will have to fire for
me, as my two cleaners are drunk, rs you
see, and there isn't another man in this
village knows the engine from the
tender, hardly
hope the Lord has forgiven me that
lie, for there were two or three men that
could have fired all right, but it struck
me all of "A sudden that here was a fine
chance to get even with Billy, and let
him see whether it took any know how
to fire an engine for a hundred and ten
miles. 1t so happened that we had
wooded up on the home trip at little
station three miles from Georgetown, so
we had plenty of fuel aboard to make
the run with.
"Can you do it2" says he "Remem-
Der, it is hundred aud ten miles, and it
is S 80 now, so you have only two hours
and a half TO make the run that generally
takes double that time"
81 can do it, says l, ''if you will just
jump aboard, pull off your coat, and do
just as tell you"
No sooner said than done, and in ten
minutes we had the old engine on the
turn table, turned her around, and were
off.
If the road was rough when we ran at
our usual speed, that night, making
double time, it was just awful. As we
flew around the curves it seemed as if we
should leave the track at every turn of
the drivers, and the poor old machine
rocked and swaycd so that, used as l was
to it, l could hardly keep on my seat by
the lever.
If it was hard on me, what must it
have been to old Billyl
could hardly keep from laughing in
his face, as watched him, and heard him
groan as he handled the heavy sticks we
used for fuel.
The heat of the weather, added to that
of the furnace and the unusual work,
made him look as if he was in Turkish
bath. The water ran down his face, his
stiff white collar hung down on his
shoulders like wet rag, and his beauti-
full smooth shirt bosom looked as if some
one had thrown pail of dirty water over
him. His hands were torn and cut, from
handling the wood, and take it all to-
gether, he was the most unlikely
looking railroad President | ever saw.
Once in awhile l had to shout at him
W luN llt NOOu ilOlC tN ca III lLlt luILdtt,
and would tell him he would get the
knack of it in time. Whenever he tried
to rest told him we were losing steam,
and if he wanted to catch that train, he
mustn't let up on the work, If / had
thought to hitch car on when we started,
we could have run much smoother; but
it was too late to think of that now, and
so on we rushed, now through woodland,
now past grain fields, lurching first to
one side and then to the other, until /
expected every minute to land wrongside
up in the ditch. However, luck was
with us that night, and we pulled up at
Junction City at inst eleven. Poor old
Billy could hardly climb down from the
cab, but he managed to gasp out;
"Come to my office at two o'clock next
Saturday"
learned afterward that, finding the
Chicago train was behind time, he hunted
up clothing store and rugged himself
out so as to look like a civilized man,
which he didn't when he left me.
l managed to find fireman who was
willing to make the run back with me,
and finally got home at three o'clock,
and finding the cleaners a little sobered
up, got to bed as soon as possible, for l
was clean played out. told Bob about
my trip next day, and thought he would
die laughing to think of old Billy play
ing fireman. But all he said was:
I'm afraid that'll settle your hash,
jim, for he'll find out that you worked
lIim more than was needed"
The next Saturday, at two o'clock,
reported at the Presidents Office, Won
dering whether | was going to be re-
warded for my extra work or kicked out
for my lmpudence.
When l entered the office, there sat
the old man spick and span as ever, and
showing no signs of his hard work.
swell, young man. says he, ''you
helped me out the other night. but |
wouldn't go through the same experience
again for ten thousand dollars. At the
SAME time think you were trying to get
even with me for not doing as you asked
me to about your salary, and have con-
cluded that this road can dispense with
your services
At this my heart went down into my
boots, for can tell you it isn't an easy
thing to get a new job when you can't
bring a recommendation from your last
place.