The broad ax., 1897-03-27

blinded the eyes with its Vvidneas.
But now the stable near the railroad
Is gained, and before the rain-storm
breaks.
Dauvit Is busy rubbing down his
horse. Suddenly his work Is stopped
for the shouting Of many voices reaches
his ears, and he runs hatless out OF
doors. Then-but Dauvit's letter to
Janet tells what happened: When
a. ran DOT bye in the doonpoor a saw
q wheen fowk on the railway. south
o. the station, an the hale jung bang o
them yellin' an shoutin' ahint three
or four trucks, a. thocht somebody was
HURT, 50 a. hookit it over there a.
faist as ma legs would CARRY me, an
speired the trouble. The wind has
blown these cars down the siding on
to the main line said ane o. the men,
and the Pacific Express is almost due
Then the hale thing struck me like q
shot. A saw that men an women
were tryin' tae shove the cars back
up the bit incline, an AFT the main line.
an wer'na managin' 1t, for the wind
was the stootest. 'Dauvit,' says /, 'ys
can dae it, Ava a gangs heltieskeltie,
filings the prize harness a won at
Duntocher pleughin' match on to the
stallion, an he never said boo ABBOTT
IT, Then, ava back we gallops, an
Amang the roarin' o. the storm and the
shoutin' o. the neebors, a. yokit the
horse on to the first truck, an gied
him his held. Janet, as shair's ony-
thin, he kenned brawly whit wis want
ed. He lookit roond ance or twice, then
a. spoke tae him, and he pit his held
doom tae his breist, AMMAN 1t was
gran'-settled doom tae sic a rug an
tug that We wad hae thocht his HART
wad burst. A. the fowk helpit, an at
last she STARTED awee, then awee mair,
an then she moved for guild. the wind
daen its michtiest tae hand US back
Dauvit did not tell his wife the whole
story Of his CIydesdale's heroic effort;
but the letter contained the long look
editor ticket. The truth is, that the
very moment the cars left the main
line, and the points snapped into place.
the express train went past like flash,
and disappeared as instantly In the
darkness of the storm; while the peo-
pie blocked the wheels Of the trucks,
and helped Dauvit to unyoke his horse
and lead him dripping to the stable.
That was surely the bravest and
luckiest pull that ever Clydesdale
made, for 1t rendered him famous from
that day forward. And when the sta
tionmaster sent an account Of the no
BILE deed to the president Of the rail-
road-who, it transpired, was with his
wife and family upon the Pacific Ex-
press that day-he made further in
Quiries, and, on learning that Scotch
man and Clydesdale averted the i'm
pending catastrophe by presence Of
mind and strength of bone and muscle.
he lost no time in paying Dauvit a
visit.
And so you are from Balbirnte?"
exclaimed the president, after many
questions. And the horse is actually
by Dumbarton Bailie! Surely wonders
will never cease, nor is the world wide
enough to lose a Scotsman. Dauvit
Tampson! my father was-who do you
think? None other than William
Campbell, of Bareslackleas, Balbirnie."
On hearing which Dauvit nearly fell
upon his neck, then cried. "Weelum
CaumiIl, MIGHTY me, dye say sac!
An, ma certie, dye ken, he bred Con-
uuerors sirer Within a month after
this meeting, Dauvit, who persisted in
making light of the service he had
rendered to the president Of the rail-
road, received a letter from that gen.
tlman, the contents Of which astonish-
ed and delighted him beyond measure.
and he could scarcely believe his eyes
when he unfolded and read over and
over again, a deed for one of the best
and most highly improved farms along
the line of the Chicago, Kansas and
Western railroads. deed made in IA
yor of David Thompson and janet,
his wife, and designating the farm a.
Braebiggins, Freeman county. KansaA
The weary man arose, after a while,
and with trembling steps, but face
beaming with smiles, entered the near
by stable, and, without a word, served
his horse a heaping measure Of oats.
Then he sat down silently, and watch
ed him eat It
When Janet and the BARNS In due
course of time trooped on the cars at
Bonneville, the village folk set up
mighty cheer, and Dauvit said audibly
to his guidewife, Janet, you an mes
our ain laird noow
Thanks to the horse% said Janet.
Then Ike Moseby, stepping from the
ranks of the admiring crowd, changed
his quid of tobacco into his other cheek,
swung his hat in the air and shouted:
"And, Teller citizens. don't yer forget
It! His name is Ardencable Conqueror,
by Dunmartin Billy, out Of bald Flint
lock Mary Of Don't-touchermans?
And, citizens. holler for the Clydesdalsl
His name amt mud no longer-yer can
bet yer boots on thatr'