Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1890-11-20

THAT throttle valve did stick on me!
That's just what did happen. We We're,
l calculated, about eight miles from
Wexford. Somehow, though, there
wasn't any station to slow me up, yet
had a feeling, an awful feeling, too, that
l could not if l would shut her off.
'Pshawr said to myself, and 1 played
with the boys curly head with my right
hand. But my left hand kept pressing
and trying that throttle harder and
harder. couldn't stir heri reached
over and put my right hand on the
lever. I could not move heri got off
my box. seemed to be in perfect
frenzy. Isprang at the valve with both
hands and all my weight. She didn't
move hair, And the way we were kit
ingl Probably we were flying over fifty
miles an hour. yelled at the fireman:
Give us hand, Georger
HE knew it all in a second, and tum-
bled in from the tender to put both his
hands beside mine
'.'Nowr 8. 1 shouted
I'VE threw our weight against it. But
that old beast just shook herself and
jumped and jumped. as much as to say,
You can't shut off my windr
Peter cried the fireman, there's the
Wexford on the switchi We've only
two miles more to liver
''Then we struggled like two mad
bulls. We pulled. Then we showed.
We planted our feet and pulled and
showed. We had no air brakes in them
days. But if we had. vow b'lieve to
have put 'em on would have knocked
out the cylinder heads or broke a driving
rod, and sent us all to eternity.
stAll this while there sat my pretty
boy, as calm, as laughing. because he
thought this was all play. But l knew
we'd all got to die, and l caught up the
boy. | held him, kissing him. 1t all
took but moment. There, less'n a
mile ahead, stood the rear of the New
York on our track at the station.
could see her red light You better
b'lieve forgot all about the big men
behind. was thinking, should throw
out my boy into the darkness?
Papa, said Burnside, what makes
you look so?
9 Because, boy, we can't stop the
engine. We're all going to be killed in
a minute, unless toss you out there.
6 No, papa, said he, reaching out his
pretty hand Let me try it.
"Well, did. / don't know why. I
was holding him, you understand. And
sir, the moment that child's hand struck
that throttle valve, she shut off as easy
as drawing your BREATH
The engineer said he actually tumbled
over on his seat as if he had seen mir
acle. The train slowed up in answer to
the brake whistle, and stopped Just in
front of the station. The matter may
or may not have had any miraculous
element, Tho good mother urged the
boys going. The behavior of the metal,
one moment binding by heat or other
expansion, the next moment releasing
itself helped by the tremendous steam
pressure in the dome, is one of the many
well known curiosities of metal action.
"Would you really have thrown that
boy from the cab if she had not stopped?"
asked.
Certainly. 1t would have been the
only chance of saving his life. should
have chosen bunch of green, growing
brush and landed him safely up against
the bending branches. Then | should
have jumped myself. We always jump
when we can do no more good here.
My fireman has three times saved his
life so. have once, of which I'll tell
You some day. Good-by. Here's my
machine, just out of the yard. ."-Rev.
Emory ]. Haynes in New York Ledger.