Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1898-08-04

"a runaway ragrnr,- ne saiu IN
a hoarse whisper. There's no one
III the cab; we must ahead
"Fhat young man over there ia
Lieutenant-General Bigboy. He has
brilliant military record" Real
y" You bet! His father fought in
two wars and was wounded three
times; his uncle was maju-general,
HE grandfather revolutionary hero,
and several of his ancestors were
with Wellington, OromwaQl, and the
Nvck Prince, respectively."-Phila-
Gsphhs North American.
her I'll we've passed the swltch-pilc
on The coal" and as mo Seven"
leaped, swaying from side to side with
the increased speed, jim looked out
again.
sne's gaining on us, he said GRIM
ly, and he thought OF the passengers
In the rear ears all unconscious OF
their peril, and then about OF what
the superintendent ne
company having confidence in him.
Jim's train was plunging along now
at a terrific pace. SO great was the
speed the objects passed could hardly
be seen from the flying cab, yet the
distance was gradually lessening be-
tween 1T and the runaway.
rs she gaining?" gasped the pant
ing fireman, the sweat pouring from
oil his grimy face, as he hurled more
coal into the roaring llre ooX.
I'VE shall maze it." repoed Jim
from between his SIT lcrl,,, and hc
glanced anxiousy At the Stram gauge
but it will ne II close shave give
her more coal"
He was nearing his own home now,
just beyond lay the station, and he
knew the swtchman would turn the
runaway of there after no. Sevsc"
lMnni lW lNul ucSs1 pLo ll,M ltuu
had passed the switch, and he gazed
with slrainIng eyes for a glimpse OF
what meant safety il he could only
reach II in time.
But what was that on the track
ahead? Something red. Was it a dan
ger signal?
Jim's whistle blew continuously.
MY Cody" the mans hand grpped
the reverse lever, then he hestated;
her life against so many" he moaned
and glanced back at the now rapidly
approaching runaway.
II all took but an instant, but in
that instant the world had changed
for Jim Farrar.
"Oh, God! have pity" he groaned,
and pulling the throttle wide open the
heavy train leaped ahead; there was
a rush and roar and mo. Seven"
flew past the station, and was saved;
but Jim stood at his post with white
staring face like the face of the dead.
Brace up, Jim, for Gods sake!"
said the kind hearted fireman; brace
up, man; perhaps we didn't hit her"
but he spoke to deaf ears.
Very quietly, very methodcally,
Jim shut off steam, applied the breaks
and, reversing his engine, backed the
train mp to the station, waiting-with
terrible calmness more pitiful than
the widest grief-until the last pas
senger had descended to the platform
in safety; then, like an old man, he
clambered down from his cab and
walked as one in dream to the office
and placed his appointment, received
but the day before, in the astonished
superniendent's hand.
why, Jim! the official began, then
stopped as he noted the expression on
the mans haggard face, what is tho
matter man."
Jim raised his hands to his head al
II dazed. II have made my last rum"
he said, and fell back apparently life
less upon the office floor.
In private retreat for the insane,
staring straight before him, sits an
elderly man with snow white hair.
One need not be afraid Of him, he is
quite harmless.
Suddenly he starts up from the
chair (which he has been sitting
and gazes with horror stricken eyes
at something in the distance--some-
thing that he alone can see
'My Cod" breaks from beneath his
clinched teeth. and he raises his hand
as II TO grasp some object-then hesi-
tates. "IIer life against so many" he
groans-"0h. God have pity! What
shall do? What shall do?"
Come, come Jim, says an atten-
dant, and the mans outstretched hand
falls to his side, and he sinks back
into his chair.
Tired Baird-"Wbt would yer rad