Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1891-12-12
LITTLE JOE BRYAN.

left his green, old, native island for
The better chances OF the new world
This side the sea- came whistiing out
81 ,he round house that morning and
stepped hastily from before AN inc0m-
Ing locomotive. neither seeing nor
hearing another rushing up the parallel
track. His mates cried out 10 him
100 late. Nobody who saw il would
ever forget the look Of agony which
distorted his handsome face IN that
one horrible instant when he reeog-
niled his doom or the perpendicular
leap into the air from which he fell
back beneath the crunehing wheels
Ia the excitement and CONSERVATION
D, the time no messenger had been
sent IL advance 10 prepare the poor
Young wife for her trouble, ami she
stood il the doorway with her baby
growing III her arms when the stout
bearers paused al her gate with their
maugled burden She uttered ter
rlole cry and iell iainting the child's
tender back striking the sharp edge 81
The door stone.
What q pity il wns not killed out-
right" said every body but the mother.
She herself always insisted than only
her constant watching over the iittie.
hIckersng lie kept her from going
mad ID ne iirat dreadful months ot her
bereavement
GroUkn,. Joe's rum 'un. said one
ol bis rough acquaintance. when Joe
had reached his twelfth wear lie
senses bis troubles we'll enough. bn. he
don't II, On 10 nobody.
Nh Crump. the telegraph operator.
was DOES constant friend. II was he
VINO al odd moments had taught the
boy 70 read and had initiated him into
some u the mysteries ~ the clicking
Instrument which 20 Joc's imaginative
mind seemed some strange creature
with hidden liio Of is own.
i was growing toward dark one No
rsmbcr afternoon. Joe never an un.
welcome yisltnr--sat curlcd IN corner
o! Mr. Crumps Office, waiting for his
mother 10 tinish her work. lie was
hnnrious!y spelling out by the fading
light the words upon page az an
Illustrated newspaper. quite oblivious
Of The ticking. like that OF very
ictky ard rheumatic clock. which
sounded Ia the room.
Mr., Crump 100, had a paper before
him bIt bis ears were alive. Sudden.
y be sprRaR to his feet repeating
aloud iho message which thar moment
hAshea along the wirc.
Engine No. ITO running Wild. Clear
track.
He rushed to the door. shouting the
news
Not "a second 20 sparei She'll be
doNn in soven minutes
The word passed like lightning, In
momcnt the yard was in wild com
motion. Mon few hither and thithcr
yard engines steamed wildly away. the
switches closing behind them.
ne main track was barely cleared
when no came In sight swaying from
side to side her wheels threatening to
Leave the track nc each revolution.
one passed the depot like d meteor.
her bell changing with every leap OF
.ne piston, tho steam escaping from
her whistle with tho continuous shrek
o. demon, and the occupants Of the
gao wrapped from Wow in cloud OF
smoke.
Some hundred rods beyond the dc.
20. ne track took sharp upward
grade from which Il descended again
70 strike the bridge across a narrow
Vut deep and rocky gorge.
Men looked after tho flying locomo-
I'VE and then at each other with
blanebod faces.
they're gone! Amlracle can't save
en- said one voicinu the wordless
"ffor o. the rest III they don't fly
,ue rack on the up grade. they'll go
Uown as soon MS they strike the trestle.
inc crowd began TO run along the
rack some with a vain instinct OF
nelpiulness. others moved By that NOR
the death.
but lookl Midway She long rise,
,ue speed OF tho runaway engine sud
denly slackena
w nat does IL meanp She never
could a died out in that time" shouted
an old yard man.
excitement winged their feet When
.ie foremost runners reached the place
.ne smoking engine stood still In her
TRACK quivering in every steel-clad
nerve her great wheels still whlzzing
.ound and round amid fight of red
sparks from beneath.
What did itP What stopped herpn
nc engineer, staggering from the
sae with the pallid face OF the fireman
yonIhd him, pointed without speaking
T. where a little palo-faced crooked
, Dackod boy had sunk down, painting
S Nun exertion, beside the track. AZ
ms a,s ieet huge oil can lay overturned
and empty.
me crowd stared. one at another,
"pon- mouthed. Then the truth flashed
upon them.
He oiled the trackl,
bully for crooked Joel"
h, three cheersl Hurral hurral
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