Connecticut western news., 1891-06-03

see, G Gltln can De sure. suppose you couldn't shut off. Suppose your throttle got stuck, full head on, going at fifty miles an hour, and you a-coming into station, for instance, even if there was nothing standing there, tell you, you'd feel about ;:s the Almighty would if tho earth got loose and he couldn't stop her."
 Then Hank ruffed smokeless whiffs.
 ''Well, again, he resumed presently. The excitement of his own memory had brought the sweat drops to his forehead; his pipe had gone out the third time. ''That throttle valve did stick on me! That's just what did happen. We were, l calculated, about eight miles from Wickford. Somehow, though, there wasn't any station to slow me up, yet I had feeling. an awful feeling, too, that I could not if I would shut her off. 'Pshaw;n l s;tid to myself, and played with the boys curly head with my right hand. Bu: my left hand kept pressing and trying that throttle harder and harder. I couldn't stir her! I reached over and put my right hand on the lever. I could not move herl I got off my box. I seemed to be in a perfect frenzy. sprang at the valve with both hands and all my weight. She didn't move hair! And the way we were kit ing! Probably we were flying over fifty miles an hour. yelled at the fireman:
 "'Give us q hand, Georger
 'He knew it all in a second, and tum- bled in from the tender to put both his hands beside mine.
 "'Nowr I shouted.
 "We 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 windp
 Pete. cried the fireman, there's the Wickford on the switch! 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 I b'ieve to have put 'em on would have knocked out the cylinder heads or broke driving rod, and sent us all to eternity.
 ''All this while there sat my pretty boy, as calm, as laughing, because he thought this was all play. But I knew we'd all got to die, and I caught up the boy. 1 held him, kissing him. It all took but moment. There, less'n 8 mile ahead, stood the rear of the New York ou our track at the station. I could see her red light. You better b'ieve I forgot all about the big men behind. was thinking, should I throw out my boy into the darkness?
 'Papa,' said Burnside, what makes you look so?
 "'Because, boy, we can't stop the engine. We're all going to be killed in a minute, unless toss you out there.'
 "'No, papa said he, reaching out his pretty hand. Let me try it.
 'Well, I 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 a 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. The 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 stoppedY' asked.
 Certainly. It 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 I 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 J. Haynes in New York Ledger.