Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-26

which the beautiful but plainly educated
Indian girl leapt to her death, falling tt
the cruel rocks below with the low. dull
plssh of disheveled egg on the broad brow
of q lecturer I thought of those dear old
days when Minnehaha had not been EN-.
bslmed in song and interurbsn lots between
st. Paul and Minneapolis could be bought
for string OF glass beads, even as William
Penn purchased the State of Pennsylvania.
A CELEBRATED CONDUCTOR.
It was in Pennsylvania only short time
ago that we met, running out of Altoona,
the Justly celebrated conductor who can ex-
tend his ears, like iack-in-the-box, at will
] do not recall his name, but do remember
that after 1 had asked him something about
whether we were late or not several times, he
held his head down to my lips and shot his
ears out at me like the warm, dank nose of
q baby elephant. He has a national reputa-
tion that way, it seems but did not know
ii. Others who knew both of us enjoyed the
meeting very much. Since that 1 have
been less inquisitive about trains. One can
hardly realize how strange the sensation is
when he is greeted in that way by one to
whom he has no letter of introduction.
also took ride out of Philadelphia in
the cab of a locomotive engine later on. 1t
was the Henry f. Shaw, of the Baltimore
and Ohio, and had to get up at o'clock
A. II. to do it, but as l went to bed at 5:48
having been 30 the Union League Club to
see some friends the evening before, who
had detained me, it did not matter. Secur-
ing pound of cotton waste-I DO not mean
this in the society sense, for that kind of
cotton waist has little to do with this letter
II went down to the Baltimore and Ohio
depot, and, looking once more at nv little
volume of mechanical terms, SO that could
talk intelligibly with the engineer, I
clambered up the front stoop of the cab.
DIDN'T REMEMBER MUCH.
We rode out to Chester and back. That
Is sll know about it. 1 heard a roar, a
hiss, snort, whistle, ring, the quick
rumble of the pilot, the gasp of the mud
valve the low vibration of the crown sheet
the surging OF the cut of, the sigh OF the
monkey wrench, and we were of.
'fIs not the life of the engineer one of ex-
treme peril?" L asked Harry S. Burial,
our handsome engineer. He did not hear
me, for 1t was suburban train, and as we
were quite busy stopping and starting he
VOTED not what 1 said
"And, as we say in England, do you not
enter with hearty zest, after awhile, upon
this jolly life as you gayly tool your trap
down the void and out across the mere, like
perdition beating tan bark?"
At that moment the ruddy fireman, Mr..
n. MetZgar, swung wide the fire door, OPEN
ing r. q. E, ran poker into the hot NAV
of the engine, letting out a fame which
reached for my 1.-the and gazelle-like limbs,
gently scorching the embroidery at the base
OF my DR.. Jigger underwear, roared at the
top Of its lungs and drowned my voice.
"And do you not at times have to throw
her over and run for the woodbox or Jerk the
Obi of n
duke from the track, handing her back to
her parents unscathed and receiving 50 80
therefor, at the same time getting laid off for
30 days for not keeping out of the way of the
regular through express, beside having to
paw for q Pullman car, which is worth far more
than child, especially where it was a Door
child with several brothers and sisters? And
do you not think, seriously, that child or
two, more or less, especially among working
people, should have little to do with
running time of trains?"
HE TRIES THE ROMANTIC.
At this point was quite exhausted, and
80 was the engine. So the engineer did not
hear me. 1 took off nv plug hat, put out
little fire that had started on the top and
said:
81 suppose you have loved ones who rec
ognize your whistle and at night put lamp
in the window two times If well, three times
fer Group, four times for worms and five
times to indicate 'buckwheat cakes for
breakfast. a"
He pulled the handle of the under feed
throttle and threw q large lump of bitumIn-
Gus coal at dog who was not OF gentle
birth as we scooted into q tunnel, and all
conversation was drowned in the turmoil of
IN echOing yell and screech and roar and
spit and double shuttle ~ the eccentric