Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-06

| chair.
when did you quit the Philadelphia and
About six months ago."
| "Fired?"
| Strike"
I began to get interested. After few
| more questions took him into the super
| iEtendents office. But at the door I
thought it well to drop hint.
Look here, my friend, If you're a spy
| you'd better keep out OF this. This man
would wiring your neck as quick as he'd
| suck an orange. See?"
Lets tackle him, anyhow replied the
| fellow, cycling me coolly.
| introduced him to Mr.. Lancaster, and
| left them together. Pretty soon the super
! intendent came into my Office.
| What do you make of him, Resd?'' said
| he.
| What do you make of him?"
Lancaster studied a minute.
! Take him over to the round house and
| see what he knows.
| L walked over with the new find chat
| ting warily. When we reached a live en-
! CINE told him to look 1t over. He threw
off his coat picked up piece of waste, and
swung into the cab.
| Run her out to the SWITCH" said /, step
| ping up myself.
He pinched the throttle, and we steamed
! slowly out of the house. A minute showed
| he was at home on an engine.
| Can you handle it?" l asked, as he shut
! off after backing down to the round house.
| You use soft COAL he replied. trying the
! injector. Pm used to hard. This injector
| Is new to me. Guess I can work 1t, though"
Wnat did you say your name was?"
/ II didn't say
What is it?' I asked, CURLY.
| Foley"
We'll, Foley. If you have as much sense
| as you have gall you ought to get along.
| If you act straight, you'll never want a job
| again as long you live. If you don't,
you won't want to live very long
! Got any tobacco?"
|
| round house foreman. this is Foley. Give
| him chew, and mark him up to go out on
n tonight. If he monkeys with anything
! around the house kill him"
Baxter looked at Foley and Foley looked
| at Baxter: and Baxter not getting the to-
bacco out quick enough, Foley reminded
| him he was waiting.
We didn't pretend to run freights, but I
| concluded to try the fellow on one, feeling
| sure that If he was crooked he would ditch
| 1t and skip.
| So Foley ran a long string of empties and
car or two of rotten oranges down to Har-
! yard junction that night, with one of The
| dispatchers for pilot Under my orders
| they had train made up at the junction
| for him to bring back to McCioud. They
had picked up all the strays in the yards,
| including half dozen cars of meat that
| the local board OF health had condemned
| after 1t had laid out in the sun for two
| weeks, and a car of butter we had been
shifting around ever since the beginning
! of the strike.
When the strikers saw the stuff coming
in next morning behind Foley they conclud-
! ed had gone crazy.
| What do you think of the track, Foley?'
| said 1.
Fair" he replied. sitting down on my
desk. Still hill down there by Zanes-
| Vile"
ANY trouble to climb it?'' I asked. for
had purposely given him a heavy train.
| Not with that car of butter. II you hold
! mat butter another week it will climb a
| hill without any engine"
| Can you handle PASSENGER train?"
| Il guess So
/ I'm going to send you west on No. / to-
| night"
Then you'll have to give me a fireman.
That guy you sent out last night is a Light
ming rod peddler. The dispatcher threw
| most Of the COAL
| I'm go with you myself. Foley. I can
give you steam Can you stand 1t to dou-
! Bile back tonight?'
| 81 can stand it IL you can"
| When I walked into the round house in
the evening, with a pair Of overalls on,
Foley was in the cab getting ready for the
| run.
| Neighbor brought the Flyer in from the
| east. AS soon as he had uncoupled and got
| out OF the way We backed down with 44S
| 1t was the best engine We had left, and
| luckily for my back an easy steamer Inst
| as We coupled to the mail car a crowd Of
| strikers swarmed out Of the dusk They
| were In an ugly mood. and when Andy
| Cameron and Bat Nicholson sprang up into
! the cab saw We were In for trouble
Look here. partner" exclaimed Cameron
| laying heavy hand on Foley's shoulder
| you don't want to take this train out do
you! You wouldn't beat honest working
| men out Of a job?"
I'm not beating anybody out of a lob
| II you want to take out this train take it
out IT you don't get out of this cab"
Cameron was nonplussed Nicholson a
| surly brute. raised his fist menacingly
| See mere, boss he RrOWipd tswa
| stand no scabs on this line"
Get out of this cab
>. III promise you you'll never get out of
| 1t alive, my buck, II you ever get into IT
again. cried Cameron, swinging down
NICHOLSON followed. muttering angrily I
hoped we were out of the scrape. but, to my
consterna ton, Foley. picking up his Oil can
| got right down behind them, and began filI-
| Ing his cups without the least attention to
| anybody.
Nicholson sprang on him like a tiger The
| under their feet in minute. 1 jumped
| down, and Ben Buckley, the conductor
| came running UP. Between us we gave the
| little fellow life. He squirmed out like a
! tender.
"One at a time and come on" he cried.
notify. If 1t 8 ten to one. and on a mans
back at that. Wen do it different" With
quick. ocular movement Of his arm he
drew pistol. and, pointing it squareIy at
Cameron. cried. Get back!'
1 cauEht flash of his eye through the
blood that streamed down his face. I
wouldn't have given a switch key for the
life of the man who crowded him at that
minute. But just then Lancaster came up
and before the crowd realized 1t we had
Foley, protesting angrily. back in the cab
again.
For Heavens sake. pull out of this be-
fore there's bloodshed. Foley" cried and,
nodding to Buckley, Foley opened the
choker.
It was a night run and new track to
him. l tried to fire and pilot both, but
after Foley suggested once or twice that II
| would tend to the coal he would tend to
| the curves 1 let him find them-and he
found them ALL thought, before we got to
Athens. He took big chances in his run
ming. but there was superb confidence In
| his bursts of speed which marked the fast
| runner and the experienced one
| At Athens we had barely two hours To
rest before doubling back I was never
| tired in my life till 1 struck the pillow that
night, but before I got 1t warm the caller
| routed me out again The eastbound FLYER
| was on time. or nearly so. and when I got
| into the cab for the run back Foley was
| just coupling on.
Did you get a napT I asked as we
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