The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-12

/ After Barney had seen her glngeriy
deposit the weapon in the drawer, and
had been rebuked for his irreverence
/ he stepped outside and took a sharp
/ look around. Spying the negro lad who
! did the heavy work around the
! agency, he moGoned him forward and
! said sharply:
Moss, if anything happens to Miss
| Carroll tonight, l will shoot you to-
! morrow morning. Hear?" With which
! he swung his hand to the engineer and
| jumped aboard.
At 4 o'clock-about the hour that
/ Barney's train got into Savannah-the
| division superintendent called up Rocky
! Ledge, and asked if the railroad prop
erty was in danger. Serious as she felt,
/ Amy smiled, for she almost knew that
Barney Mccall was standing beside the
instrument at the other end, and with
her minds eye she could see old Su-
! perintendent Whitcomb's father, solicit
Gus face as he handled the key with his
own fingers.
Don't think you need send guard
Am not afraid for myself, she clicked
off.
IF you are" came back the prompt
answer, take % for Savannah
No. % was the passenger that had
received the stoning on the way up.
and several passengers rushed into the
Office to iodrn the latest news
All * so far" said Amy, feeling
almost heroic.
Say after commanding attention
by this single word, forcibly uttered, a
short, thick-set man with a closely
cropped beard and peculiarly positive
air, pushed forward, putting and blow
ing. rs this young woman here going
II ,s,-l,4 .,1~
he demanded, of no one in particular.
Amy flushed slightly, and the con-
ductcr answered with a grin: Them
seems to be her Intentions
''All right, all right" assented the
positive man, with savage abruptnesS,
backing off. she wouldn't if she was
my daughter; no, stree, Bob, not if she
was my daughter. And what's more,
she wouldn't if she was my agent. Good
night, young woman. You are brave
girl"
Amy pondered these words until long
after the last faint roar of % had died
away. She half regretted that she had
not gone in on the train, as she could
easily have done, and returned in the
morning. Only her pride had restrained
her. To fall short of what a man would
Go in her place, to ask any privileges on
account of her sex, or even by any
weakness to remind the company that
its Rocky Ledge agent was a woman,
was exceedingly distasteful to her indie
pendent spirit.
In her loneliness she unconsciously
drew nearer to the busy little instru-
ment. which was clicking away like
thing of life. and seeming to assure her
with cheerful fearleSsnesS that a great
corporation was back of her. And yet,
at every drunken boot on the outside
her cheeks took on an added pallor.
y little before 6 she made a circuit
of the three living rooms attached to
the station proper. and saw that the
windows and doors were securely fas-
tened. But what frail barriers against
an Infatuated mob, Before beginning
supper she stepped over to Diggory's
store. The butter was not q necessity,
but she felt that a show of bravery
would serve to keep her courage up, !
and might have q restraining influence
upon the negroes. The duslxy group on
the store porch made hardly move to
let her through, and Diggory himself
seemed afraid to show her more than
the most Derfunctorv courtesy. On her
way back fat negress rudely elbowed
her out of the narrow path.
a horseman, perhaps ten minutes af-
ter this happened, rode rapidly down
what was known as the Cottonwood
road. The gray horse, the military
bearing of the rider, his slouched hat
and keen eyes We're known far and wide |
as Colonel Singleton's.
As he passed group of blacks in !
front Of Blackwelrs store-just across !
the track from Diggory's indis- |
Greet fellow. brave in his liquor, sung !
out vile epithet. The old fellow with !
a furious oath and veins swelling |
with rage, spurred into the midst of the !
group, regardless of life and limb. and !
laid his whip with merciless vigor over |
the face and neck of the offender. |
Every member Of the group was prob |
ably armed, but not a hand was raised |
in defense Of the victim. With a final !
snort of inexDressible indignation and |
a parting shower of maledictions, the (
colonel wheeled out of the sullen crowd, /
conscious OF having done his duty. Re-