The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1897-06-18

shotguns. One of the gang. seeing Doc
with the sheriff's party, made play for
his pistol, but the sheriff showed his
shotgun yet nearer the robbers face
and said, softly: BE quiet" and he was
calm.
The next day the father of one of the
gang, who was himself a hard man.
made an attempt to kill the detective,
and, having done his work, Doc de-
parted. So 49,
Young Pippin's success in this now
celebrated case won for him the full
confidence of the agency. and before
he had reached Chicago other important
work was mapped out for him, but to
the surprise of the agency he refused to
accept another assignment.
81 could not bear" he said to me, "the
thought of living a whole life that was
lie-to appear always to be that which
l was MOTTO mix and mingle constant
" with the wicked of this world, in
which there should be so much happi-
ness.
Returning to the west again, Pippin
entered the service of Uncle 6rtm as a
postal clerk.
Finding letter in the mail marked
to me, he wrote on the back of the en-
velope: "Hello-Doc.-R. NJ. S." and
mail service.
How is it," l asked one day, that
you are assistant superintendent of the
mail service in the west, when you are
under 30. and new, comparatively new.
at the business?"
Hard luck" said Doc, smiling sadly,
coughing. and humping his chest.
Then it was that he began to tell me
some of his experiences in the postal
car, but he did not tell all. He was as
modest as he was honest, and would
not tell to me, his friend, the real tales
of heroism in which he was himself the
hero. He told enough, however. to in
terest me and cause me to find out more
from a mutual friend and to verify the
information by some of the records and
correspondence which was afterward
permitted to see. | found that his
had been warmly commended in auto
graph letters from the highest officials
in the mail service.
1t was, indeed, hard luck that brought
him promotion and an easy place, which
he could not have gained save through
the kindness of higher officials. He had
been in any number of wrecks, for
many of the western roads were new at
that time, and the railroading was not
safe as it is now. Once there was q
head-end collision, in which the wreck
took fire. Doc was dreadfully bruised,
flames crept closer and closer to his car
he busted himself carrying the mail
matter to a place of safety. When his
work had been completed and the
| flames lit up the canyon they showed
Doc lying upon his mail bags, apparent
~ dead. The trainmen found him and
soon restored him to consciousness, for
he had only tainted from overwork and
| the pain of his many wounds.
1t was nearly year before he was
able to take his run again, and this time
his route lay over the Santa Fe system
| One night. when the train came roar
ing down the canyon, the engine
| jumped the track, the mail car went to
| pieces against the locomotive, the
coaches piled upon the pieces, and the
wreck began to burn.
When the trainmen and passengers
> &c, a,-l 90, e, col
uP ahead" they saw large and small
envelopes sailing out of the burning
debris, and they knew at once that the
mail agent must be fast in the wreck
| The whistle valve had been forced open
and now the wild, ceaseless cry of tn,
wounded engine drowned all Other
sounds, and made it impossible for the
men to hear the cries of the imprisoned
| postal clerk. All this he knew, ant
while the hungry flames were eating
their way to where he lay he pulled thu
register bag to him, and began to shy
the valuable mail into the sage brush.
When the steam was exhausted anC
the cry of the engine had hushed Their,
came no sound from the enginemen, fol
their voices were hushed in death
Above the sound of the cracking flames
they could hear Doc calling to then
from his place below the wreck, and tn
train crew worked desperately RICH
in the very face of the fire to rescue tn
unfortunate.
Gradually the voice of the prisone
grew fainter and fainter. and befor,
the rescuers reached him it hushed en-
tlrely.
AT last, just as they were about t,
give him up, as he was now apparently
dead, they succeeded in dragging Do,
from the wreck. and to the JOY of all h,
soon revived. He was yet alive, but hac
breathed so much of the flames that hi
left lung was almost ruined, and he wa
! never able to resume his place on tn