Arizona republican., 1892-09-04

Joe, and listen for my signals as you value Dave's lifel" she cried. Then she pulled the throttle valve out to its full extent. The engine shivered all over, and at fifty-two miles an hour the A, driven by Brier Rose, leaped down the track to meet the runaway.
 There was not moment to lose. A certain number of miles, lessening every moment, lay between the numbering freight with Dave on board, and the cruel, senseless, runaway engine. Be- tween them was Brier Rose, with just chance of safety.
 She knew that a loosened rail or any obstruction would hurl her to her doom, and still not divert disaster from Dave. The whistle of the A shrilled out an un. earthly screech continually, to warn even the birds from futtering too near the messenger of life.
 The engine rocked from side to side at the dizzy rate of speed. For the first time the odor of hot oil made Rose feel faint. She hung half out of the cab window, panting for breath, and her hands clinging crazily to the window for support.
 Suddenly she saw smoke in the dis. tance. Larger and larger grew the black speck on the track. Faster and | faster flew the Al to meet it. Nearer | and nearer came the runaway. When she could plainly see the shape of the approaching engine she closed the throt- tie with rush that made the A trem- ble. She reversed her engine, and at little less than twenty-five miles an hour began running away from the runaway.
 Slowly, almost imperceptibly, tgained on her brave engine. A horrible fear | took possession of her that it was com ing too slowly, and that they both would reach Dave's train before she stoppedIthe runaway. She changed the speed and let the engine gain on her faster.
 'I can signal for the siding if l fail, ? thought Brier Rose. "Joe will obey my signal" But she shuddered.
 In sight of Weeping Willow at last. The A whistled frantically. Rose sig naled for clear track, and only train length apart the A and the runaway flew past the little station platform, crowded with every man, woman and child in town.
 Joe understood her plan now. He bounded into the station, frenzied with excitement, telegraphcd to Red Valley what Brier Rose was doing, and then from sheer nervousness he squeezed | Foxy until he yelped wildly.
 Out of sight of Weeping Willow and Dawes train ill the distance. Nearer and nearer came the runaway. The Al snorted in defiance of being caught. Rose braced herself for the shock. Crash came the cowcatcher of the run away into the unprotected rear of the gallant A. Rose had locsened her hold, and the concussion flung her to the floor, | with her soft cheek against the cab seat.
 Faint with her fall she gathered her. self together and shut off the steam. Then, with the nose of the runaway viciously pushing the A, Brier Rose crept like cat over the tender, down over the trembling engine, and on her hands and knees she crawled over to the runaway, up along the boiler side into the cab and crashed the throttle shut when the A was within a cars length of Dave's train.
 When she came to herself she was in the Red Valley station. Dave was bend ing over her and calling her name witt trembling lips. She opened her eyes and smiled into his face.
 "Oh, Brier Rose, how could you doit? he whispered, with 6 shudder.
 "I did it for you, David--for you."- Boston Globe.