Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-04-04

was TO take advantage of down grade,
stop and let the water run forward into
the pipes then gather some bark by the
roadside. fire up and run till that water
had been used. then catch another down
grade and repeat the job.
He wrote the manager that his engine
wasn't warm enough to cook a dividend.
The manager admitted in reply that he
had been sadly put to it recently, and
that he knew his motive power was not
up to standard. but hoped that change of
scene and rest would bring out the stock
in sufficient shape to so through this
winter. He was very sorry. he said. and
would promise that the engine should be
looked through.
That was easy enough. for man could
look through it anywhere.
An old man WAS si1tingin IL seat across
the aisle. He was very much interested.
us the Big Four not Il proprietary road"
asked.
WAL. no. says the old man. L
judge from what l can hear it's like old
man Buglehorn's nose-it runs itself"
With that he slapped the leg of a chap
pie 10y his side with glee and went into a
mild, red faced fit of mirth.
BY my side there sat week ago Il
quiet man about 43 Years of age, who
put his grip i'll the wall pocket overhead,
and then adjusting himself soon went to
sleep easily and breathed like child-a
Croupv child. Soon he gave start and
kick when, TO my amaZement, both feet
fell off. The road was poorly ballasted,
and so l attributed it to that, but he
woke up and said: Excuse me. but those
feet are adjustable. Do not be nervous.
l generally take them off in the car any
way. but the road is little rough''-as
his valise fell from its perch and shut up
my 81 silk hat like Chinese lantern
land so they have detached themselves"
They were an odd arrangement and
very comfortable, l would think, coming
up to the calf of the leg as high shoe,
and how they We're held on l could not
make ont.
Speaking of these things, wonder al
most that man who loses limb should
make it subject for poem, but l gave
half dollar for the following on New
York train i'll February. 1t shows that
the writer though a little green, had got
hold of the raw material with which
the poet works-viz, sympathy. love. my
childhood's home and bright immor-
talitv awaiting each and every one:
THE APPEAL.
In sadness now do look back
Upon those hygOne days
When was happy all day long
In boyish sports and ways.
But now I'm forced to make my way
\ cripple, as YOU see.
Those boyish sports and good old days
Will come no more to ME.
little thought as time few By
MisfortuneS thick and fast
Would see me fall and make me go
a cripple TO the last.
Such is my lot. Wealth can't atonc
For the loss of my limb 10 me.
Caught and crushed, the deed was done
a railroad boy more III be-
And now my thoughts often return
To my boyhOod's happy home
And to the old familiar haunts
In which l loved TO roam.
often 81 l might return
To my Oil home once more.
My friends gone-l'll try TO live
To meet them on yon shore.
And now. dear friends, I'm, you see,
Poor, helpless and alone;
No other way to earn my bread
Will you please buy my SONG?
This is my heartfelt prayer,
And by ami by may we all meet
In realms just over there.
These poems are sold to the public foI
the purpose of buying bright new leg
from those unrivaled artists, Messrs.
Timber & Leggett, who make probably
the cutest leg at less cost than any other
house in the world, with freckles or
same n desired