The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1898-03-03

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"'They tell me at the house that l
can't get to Dixville tonight, but I'll go
if the devil will help me, and l believe
he WILL
They say he helps his own,' say
/, perlitely, but he didn't seem to mind
what I said.
see,' says he, there's a young
lady with me, an her mother is very
SICK; If we can get through the Notch
tonight maybe she will see her mother
before she dies. We've got to go an we
will co.
But there amt no train and there
amt no team that goes this time err
night says I, and l turned round to
card one er the bosses and when l look
cd round he want there. I was sur
prised, because you see, the stable doors
opened n shut terrible hard and
squeaked on their hinges.
well, he was gone. Vanished like.
l went up to the house an the cook an
the chamber maid was a talkin' about
a lady in the parlor.
"'She's handsome as a drawn pic
ture,' says Mary, and her Teller is
handsome, too. They're a runaway
couple, l bleve.'
"Handsome! said the cook, He's
too wicked lookin' to be handsome!
CT wish l could see her. says I; for
you see l pitied the girl if she was 60
ing to run off with that man.
We'll, come with me- says Mary.
l guess you can get a look at her, for
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anything
Il followed Mary as fur as the par
lor door, but in a minute she out
lookin' scared. She amt there say
she.
wall, ladies and gentlemen, no one
ever set eyes On them after that, but
strange sights and strange sounds was
heard that night by more'n one. Miss
Higgins, the milliner, was walked by
a noise like a train passin' her win
der, and Dick Henderson was run over
by a train and had his leg broke. There
want no track, mind you, where they
found him, and a good many folks said
Dick was too drunk to know what hurt
him.
But old Mr.. Fellows is the soberest
man you ever saw, and he heard a train
a tootin' and bellerin' that night, like
all possessed. l heered him tell ont
down to the store. He thought the day
of judgment had come. And the Wild
der Storm, a mother in Israel, if there
ever was one, says she was a comm
from a sick neighbours and saw right
before her an ingine, but she didn't see
no one else till the car passed her, and
then, sittin' by the winder that was
all lit up, she saw a beautiful young
lady and she was a cryin'.
She felt so sorry for her, the Wild
der Storm did, that she says she never
thought of there bein' no track for the
she shook like a leaf, and she remem-
bered hat the smoke had a dreadful
curious smell.
Just a year from that night l hap
pened to be camped out in Dixville
woods, and long towards midnight. I
saw passin' high up on the peakid
rocks a train tearin' along at a ter
rible rate. 1t was all lit up, but there
want only the ingine and one car.
Twas too fur off to see inter the win
dows, out / knew it was the same train.
That Teller was a tendin' of the ingine,
and the pretty girl was cryin' inside.
I was sure ont, fur when a man calls
on the devil as he did, he's sure to git
help, and he's pretty sure to git more'n
he wants ont.
wall the ext year me and Jim
Gallagher thought we'd git higher, if we
could, an SO we set out to climb the
rocks, long in the afternoon, but sure's
your born, we never got no higher,
though we elm an elm. When night
came, we was in a different place, but
no higher. BY an by the train came
tearin' along. 1t looked wickeder this
time. The ingine seemed possessed, an
belched an bowed an quivered, and
throwd fire, and this time I could Just
make out the fgger of a man walkin'
on the car. l looked round at Jim an
he laid on the ground rollin' an twist
in as though he was in a fit. I shook
him pretty rough an he set up and
gasped.
""Wall, XII says he, 4 never bel;ev-
ed nothin' before that you ever see it,
but that's a phantom train, sure 'nough.
Where's it goin' tor
"Sure's the world, l never thought of
that, but Jim's a readin' Teller, you
see. At the rate that train travelled it
could go round the world pretty quick,
or down to Chiny, and round t'other
way, for it don't need no rails, you see.
But who was the Teller an who was the
girl, an was it a lie about her sick
mother? I've figgered on it pretty
stiddy, but I don't git no higher the
truth.
WALL, two or three years after a
tall, melancholy man come to the Phe-
nix to inquire after his daughter; said
he'd tracked her so fur; said he sup
posed she'd gone off with a stranger to
him. His daughter got acquainted with
him somewhere to school. Course no
one could tell anything about her, and
there want no n could bear to tell
him the turrible stories goin' bout the
phantom train, so he went back to
Canady."
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