The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1894-06-09

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Message is from Prairie City. It's |
already passed Prairie City. headed !
straight for here It's bound to catch |
Dave before bis train gets to Red VAL
ley"
Rose turned white to her very lips.
She covered her face with her brown
hands. Only for moment, though.
Then she flung back her head and looked
Joe full in the face.
Il can save himr she cried. She
sprang for her engine and climbed into
the cab.
"Rosel Roseg" roared Joe in dismay.
Rose turned her white face toward
him imploringly BE at the switch,
Joe, and listen for my signals as you
value Dawes life!' she cried. Then she
pulled the throttle valve out 10 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
a chance Of safety.
She knew that a loosened rail OF any
obstruction would hurl her TO her doom,
and still not divert disaster from Dave.
The whistle Of the A shrilled out an I'M
earthly screech continually, to warn
even the birds from fiuttering too near
the messenger Of life.
The engine rocked from side 10 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, painting for breath, and her
hands clinging crafty 10 the window
for support.
Suddenly she saw smoke in the dis
lance. Larger and larger grew the
black speck on the track. Faster and
faster flew the a 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-
BILE. She reversed her engine, and at
little less than twenty-five miles an hour
began running away from the runaway.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, it gained
ON her brave engine. a horrible fear
took possession of her that il was com.
ing too slowly, and that they both would
reach Dawes train before she stopped the
runaway. She changed the speed and
let the engine gain on her faster.
Il can signal for the siding If 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
nailed for a clear track. and only train
length apart the A and the runawa,
flew past the little station platform
crowded with every man, woman anC
child in town.
Joe understood her plan now. HI
bounded into the station, frenzied witt
excitement, telegraphed TO Red Vale,
what Brier Rose was doing, and theI
from sheer nervousness he squeeze,
| Foxy until he yelped wildly.
Out of sight Of Weeping Willow an,
Dawes train in the distance. Neare
, and nearer came the runaway. The 4
snorted in defiance of being caught
Rose braced herself for the shock
Z Crash! came the cowcatcher of the run
away into the unprotected rear of tn
O gallant A. Rose had locsened her hold
p and the conclusion flung her to the floor
l with her soft cheek against the cab seat
Faint with her fall she gathered heI
, self together and shut OFF the steam
. Then, with the nose of the runawa
yiciously pushing the A, Brier Ros
: crept like a cat over the tender, dow
4 over the trembling engine, and on he
r hands and knees she crawled over TO th
a runaway, up along the boiler side int
! the cab and crashed the throttle shu
when the "A was within cars lengt
of Dawes train.
a When she came TO herself she was
the Red Valley station. Dave was benz
/ ing over her and calling her name Wit
: trembling lips. She opened her eys
/, and smiled into his face.
''Oh, Brier Rose. how could you do ii
l he whispered, with shudder.
- ~ did it for you. David-for you"
a Boston Globe.