Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1894-11-26

his first passenger run. The train was
reported ten minutes late, and he had
in his pocket an order from the divis-
ion superintendent to make up the lost
time over his division.
did you I'LL those rod cups TIM"
he called TO his fireman, who was
busy In the cab OF the engine.
'oi did, SCR. Say. Joe, did we cut
out tn driver brakoT asked Muir
ply.
II had TO- Some one got to monkey
ing with the connection pipe and
broke It short of. Maybe we won't
need II. II we do, she's got mighty
good lever and 100 pounds Of steam,
and that'll do. guess"
"Helloi Here she comes" called
Joe, as the bright headlight OF an np.
proaching train shot into the further
end OF the big passenger station.
get her hot. Tim. I'm going to nail
her to the cross out OF here"
The engine was soon coupled to the
train and In few minutes the huge
machine was drawing It's long, heavily
laden train out Of the depot. Joe at
the throttle, Wgilant and cautious,
carefully watching the little vari-
coloed lights ON the AemaphoreR. and
running slowly until the crowded con-
fusion Of the city should be passed,
An the worry and vcsntion OF the
long wait at the station for the de-
layed train had vanished. and now,
with the cool night air blowing IN his
face, the engineer was nllod with that
eNhllnratiOn known only to those
hardy fellows who drive the iron
horse--that knowledge OF mastery over
the powerful machine, which seems
almost human In It's work. obeylng
the slightest touch.
Soon the city IS left behind, and MS
he nears the long curve at the outer
yards and sees the last semnphoro
signals at safety" he glvea the throt-
tie lever light pull. Under the In
creased pressure the Iron giant loans
forward like living thing. with his
body half out Of the cab window, the
little cap pulled down close over his
eyes, every nerve and muscle In his
athletic frame AT Its highest tension,
Joe is closely watching the track
ahead for the danger that may arise
arise at any moment
Meantime how Jared It with the lit
tie woman we left flying down the
street?
breath and trembling like a leaf. She
stopped in the middle OF the track and
listened. The train had not passed, Of
this she was sure; she would have seen
II from the road n It had.
All, bright light was dancing along
the rails Mt the end OF the curve, aud
now she could plainly hear the low
OF tho heavy train on the raila
A moment later the brilliant electric
was throwing It's powerful
rays down the line. and now for the
nrst time since she left the house she
thought to look at her lantern, and was
almost frozen with horror to find II
had gone out A little glowing coal
stlll on the wick told 10 own story.
There was no oil In n
God help me now. what shall ]
lo2" cried the girl IN an agony o. dis
trcss, as she held the lantern al arms
length and could see no Sign OF light
within the dark globe.
Then, even us the hoarse note OF the
inpiex whistle broke on the nlght air.
giving the crossing signal, less fliun
eighty rods away. there came to her
mind, as plainly as II shc had seen the
very Incident. a story told her by her
engineer lover. which might save his
ife now.
One bright afternoon In the summer
Polly was Sitting on the porch sewing
gniie Joe lounged on the steps at her
-eet. He had beet telling her OF his
past life. and Of the many hardshiug
ae endured when he frat commenced
raiifoadinR. He had told her many
.ales Of thrilling interest Of life on the
.ai. ana many dbowing the humorous
tide Of the men Of his vocation. She
lad been listening attentiyely. and
willie watching his face as he was tell
n9 Of a particularly exciting event In
~ own iife, her loving eyes had dis
,overad "a little scar, only faint line
ION. on his forehead.
What did that. Joeg" she asked. as