The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-07-06

their lives. They used to call themselves
the p~eripatetic philosophers, and to say
that railroad ties were more conducive
TO wisdom than the groves Of Greece.
John walked in silence by the side OF
his brother. On him seemed TO lie the
greater weight of misery. The light died
out of the west. and left the air ashen.
~ begged her 10 keep her word to you.
Burchell," John said at length, brokenly;
land In any event you know we shall
"You do me an injustice, John" the
Hs%si on sai his s s.9pp'" sYo %'% are " both '" taking 2
i for granted that am u~ngenerous.
Have I ever done ANYTHING to make either
think me so selfish?"
He waited for an answer but none came.
AT last he said, looking down at the rails,
n running his loot IN and out OF the
narrow triangular joining by the switch:
~ think o might at least have the
grace to answer my question, John"
GOOD God, man." cried the other.
'"Why should you take the attitude of the
suppliant? ! am a william. l wish to
heaven / had die before ] ever caused
you this trouble. l tried to hate you'll
actually did, SO that ! might justify my
self"
Don't, old fellow" protested the other.
Suddenly John looked up.
II hear the evening EXPRESS" he said.
II will he around the curve in a moment.
We shall have to leap the ditch"
He started across, and then, finding
Burchell did not follow him, looked back.
What's the natter" he called.
"Nothing. I'll ne there in a minute My
foot is caught, confound IL"
John waited, looking carelessly up the
track. "Can't you get II out" he asked at
length.
"No. l can't. Come over here, and see
what Won can do with it.N
John leaped lightly back. ave must
hurry up" he said. 1.-THE train is at South
Park now. She will be here in 60 sec
onds."
would not go. 'Give it a wrench he said
impaticntly. Burchell made an effort i'm
which he put all of his strength. The foo
was firmly fastened. The rails held il in
"a vice.
"How stupid" he said. 'what shall l
do?"
1--WE might get the shoe off," John sug-
gested. They tried, but they could not.
II say, john said Burchell, quietly,
''the train will be here i'm ten seconds
now. Don't you think you might signal
il TO stop"
~ can make an Internal noise. Who
ever saw il get dark so fast? But never
mind, / am sure i can make myself heard
IL | can not be seen. There is no occa-
sion to feel nervous you know. None at
ALL"
"Oh, no! I'm all right. See what your
lungs are good for, John"
"Burch, for Gods sake, make another
effort! Try, man try.n
Then he rushed forward and waving
his white handkerchief in the dusk hal
looed ut the top of his powerful lungs.
The fast mail, n transcontinental train,
with full steam, came rushing around the
curve of IA road, sending Up cloud of
dust and gravel. John shouted like mad.
But that o~n-sweeping destruction adj
vanced like lightning. SECT O u of the
way, john" called Burchell. God bless
you old man. You're not TO worry. Good
bye"
just then he felt a pair of arms thrown
around him. John laid his head OH his
brothers shoulder. A second more the
train was there.
A few more and il had passed.
And then the brothers were found
crushed together.
And a mission i'm the Congo country has
one missionary, young, but very sad, who
never means To return to her native land.