Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-04-30

was SO late. Mother Will be awfully
worried.
well, be sure and come over tomor-
row." cried Charlie after him, "and
We'll play strike again.
"All right" answered Jimmy as he
went whistling down the road.
As he came near the road Jimmy
heard a strange sound. 1t was like the
distant snarl and roar of the animals he
remembered in the one circus he had at
tended in his life. He stopped for mo-
ment to listen. The noise rose and died
on the evening air, and mingled with it
rose another sound like the clnk of in
struments against steel.
"That sounds as il somebody was
hammering on the track. - he said as he
listened. But he was late and SO hurried
on toward home.
As he neared the gate his mother
came running down the walk. her apron
over her head. Jimmy, she cried hys-
terically, "where is your father
II don't know" answered the boy.
staring in dismay at his mother, who
was pale and trembling
"Oh, my child" she screamed,
there's something wrong. Your father
went over an hour ago down into the
woods to find the stray lambs, and he
never stays so late, and 10 or Is min
utes ago crowd Of yelling, cursing men
swept by here like cyclone and down
into the woods, and fathers there, aud
maybe they've killed him..
Hold on, mother cried Jimmy.
! "Don't take on SO. Ill run down to the
edge Of the woods and see what's up.
Fathers all right What would they
hurt him for, I'd like to know"
Though he spoke so stoutly, the boy
| was frightened, but he ran as fast as he
! could toward the woods He remember
ed the noise he had heard at the track
and suddenly it rushed over him what
it meant. They're sympathizers Of the
| strikers, he whispered as he tore across
the field, "and they re tearing up the
track, I'll bet.
When he reached the woods, he stole
along as cautiously as possible toward
| the din and uproar, which every mo-
ment grew louder. Suddenly he saw
| them.
There were SO at least, bareheaded,
| ragged, prying up the track with crow
bars-a frightful sight to lonely little
boy creeping among the trees. The stray
lambs, huddled together under tree,
were bleating i'll Il frightened. helpless
way. Jimmy felt sure his father must
be near them. so, creeping Oh hands and
| knees now, the boy crawled slowly along
| and suddenly saw his father tied to a
tree, watching the rioters completing
their work of destruction. AS Jimmy
saw his father Mr. Saunders, turning
his head, saw his son.
| Jimmy was not 10 feet away from
his father, while the mob was at least
40 feet away from both.
jimmy" murmured his father,
run, my boy, run! The New York
I special with soldiers Run up the road
| and signal it Never mind me, but save
the train. -
With a half sob the boy crept back
through the tall grass to the edge of the
( forest and then darted across the field
| toward the farmhouse like an arrow.
I His mother met him. don It stop me,
mother, he gasped. Fathers alive,
n but the strikers have got him. You run
1 to Mr.. Somers for help. I'm going to
\ signal the special" Signal the special
Suddenly he stopped. What withs How
could he, little boy. stop train before
it reached the cut yonder? All, the REQ
lantern, the despised, common thing he
had sneered at that very day.
| Two minutes later this towheaded,
freckled faced young hero was flying NJ
the track, his red lantern lighted, his
bare feet spurning the earth, painting,
stumbling, sobbing, falling. up again
and on, on.
4 A low rumble broke OH his ear. The
\ rails began singing under his feet. cts
\ coming!" he shrieked, and putting al
his remaining strength into this last
l effort he dashed OIL few rods farther.
| There came great white light glow
4 ing at him like an angry eye, nearer
and nearer, larger, brighter. Woulf
they ever see him as he stood there
desperately gripping his red lantern and
swinging it with both his tired littlt
arms?
1 At last The engine gave scream
II see you, Jimmy!'' it seemed to cry tx
II the poor child. Then shiver raj
through the long train. Tt groaned ant
stopped, the engine painting and signing
4 at the feet of James Saunders. hero.
! Do you suppose, if Jimmy lives to b.
100 years old, he will ever forget tina
I moment-the shouts, the questions, tn
excitement, the soldiers crowding arount
him, the glistening bayonets, the praise
the thanks, all the pride Of the instan
\ as he knew that he, little prairie lad
had saved the special laden with Uncl'
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