Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1899-07-13
LEAKESVLLE, GREENE COUNTY, MISS. THURSDAY JULY 49,
gether on the stamped panish.leather

cushions by the plate glass observa-
tion.window at the rear end, watching
the surge and ripple of the ties
crowded back behind them, and, it is
believed, making notes of the scenery.
Cheyne moved nervously between his
own extravagant gorgeousness and the
naked necessity of the combinatio1,
an unlit cigar in his teeth, till the
plying crews forgot that he was their
tribal enemy, and did their best to
entertain him.
At night the punched electrics lit
up that distressful palace of all the
luxuries, and they Jared sumptuously,
swinging on through the emptiness Of
abject desolation. Now they heard
the swish of O ater-tank, and tho
cultural voice of Chinaman, the
clink-clink of hammers that tested the
Krupp steel wheels, and the oath OF O
tramp chased off the rear-platform;
now the solid crash of coal shot into
the tender; and now a beating back
of noises as they flew past waiting
train. Now they looked out into great
abysses, a trestle purring beneath
their tread, or up to rocks that barred
out half the stars. Now scaur and
ravine changed and rolled back to
Jagged mountains on the horizons
edge, and now broke into hills lower
and lower, till at last came the true
plains.
At Dodge City an unknown hand
threw in copy of q Kansas paper
containing some sort of an interview
with Harvey, who had evidently fallen
in with an enterprising reporter, tele-
graphed on from Boston. The joyful
iournalese revealed that it was beyond
question their boy, and it soothed
Mrs. Cheyne for a while. Her one
word 'h1rry" was conveyed by the
crews to the engineers of Nickerson,
Topeka and Marceline, where the
grades are easy, and they brushed the
Continent behind them. Towns and
villages were close together now, and
a man could feel here that he moved
among people.
"I can't see the dial, and my eyes
ache so. What's are we doing?"
"The very best we can, mamma.
| There's no sense in getting in before
the Limited. We'd only have to wait. 4"
"I don't care. l want to feel we're
moving. Sit down and tell me the
miles"
Cheyne sat down and read the dial
for her there were some miles which
stand for records to this day.. but the
seventy-foot car never changed its
long steamer-like roll, moving through
the heat with the hum of a giant bee.
Yet the speed was not enough for
Mrs. Cheyne; and the heat, the re-
morseless August heat, was making
her giddy; the clock-hands would not
move, and when, oh, when would they
be in Chicago?
1t is not true that, as they changed
engines at Fort Madison, Cheyne
passed over to the Amalgamated
Brotherhood Of Locomotive En-
gineers On endowment sufficient to
enable them to fight him and his fell
lows on equal terms for evermore. He
paid his obligations to engineers and
tiremen as he believed they deserved,
and only his bank knows what he gave
the crews who had sympathized with
him. 1t is on record that the last crew
took entire charge of switching opera
tions at Sixteenth street, because
"she" was in a doze at last, and
| Heaven was to help any one who
bumped her.
Now the highly paid specialist who
conveys the Lake Shore and Michigan
Southern Limited from Chicago to
Elkhart is something of an autocrat,
and he does not approve of being told
how to back up to a car. None the
less he handled the Constance" as if
she might have been load of dyna-
mite, and when the crew rebuked
him, they did it in whispers and dumb
show.
"Pshaw!" said the Atchison, To
peka and Santa Fe men, discussing
life later, eve weren't runnin' for
record. Harvey Cheyne's wife, she
were sick back, an we didn't want to
iounce her. Come to think of it, our
runnin time from San Diego to Chi
cago was 57.54 You can tell that to
them Eastern waytrains. When
we're tryin' for a record, well let you
| know"
To the Western man Though this
would not please either city Chicago
and Boston are cheek by iowl, and
some railroads encourage the delu-
sion. The Limited whirled the "Con-
stance" into Buffalo and the arms of
the New York Central and Hudson
River (illustrious magnates with white
whiskers aud gold charms on their
watch-chains boarded her here to talk
little business to Cheyne), who slid
her gracefully into Albany, where the
Boston and Albany completed the run
from tidewater to water-total
time, eighty-seven hours and thirty
five minutes, or three days, fifteen
hours aud one-half. Harvey was wait
ing for them.
He Had Reason to Kun.
The man came out of an office build
ing on the run and started down the
street.