The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-10-19

you want to get killed. Bartholo-
new"
Bartholomew smiled, as If the idea
was not altogether displeasing.
How would you ike to go pilot to-
morrow for MeCurdy? You 70 take the
"A and run as first seventy-eight. Me-
Curdy will run as second seventy
eight"
Il know l could run an engine all
right" ventured Bartholomew, as If
Neighbor were the only one taking the
chances in giving him an engine. Il
know the track from here to Zanes-
vile. l helped McNeff fire one week"
Then go home, and go to bed, and
be over here at 6 o'clock tomorrow
morning And sleep sound; for il may
be your last chance"
II was plain that the master me-
chanic hated 10 do IT; 1t was simply
sheer necessity
He's a wiper" unused Neighbor. as
Bartholomew walked springily away.
Il took him in here sweeping two
years ago. He ought to be firing now.
but the union held him back; that's
why he hates them. He knows more
about an engine now than half the
lodge. They'd better have let him In,
said the master mechanic grimly. He
may be the means of breaking their
backs yet II l give him an engine
and he runs IL. I'll never take him
/ off, union or no union, strike or no
I strike"
How old is that boy?' I asked.
'Eighteen; and never a kith or
/ kin that / know OF. Bartholomew
Mullen" unused Neighbor, as the slight
/ figure moved across the nat. big
name-sman boy. Wen. Bartholomew,
/ yOum know something more by to-
morrow night about running an en-
/ CINE or whole lot less; that's as 1t
/ happens. II he gets killed, it's your
/ fault. Reed"
He meant that was calling on him
/ for men when he absolutely couldn't
/ produce them.
II heard once" ne went on, about
a fellow named Bartholomew being
mixed up in a massacre. But L take
/ il he must have been an older man
| than our Bartholomew-nOr his other
name wasn't Mullen. neither. ] dis
| remember just what IL was; but 1t
/ wasn't Mullen"
We'll. don't say 1 want to get the
| boy killed. Neighbor," I protested.
| I've plenty 20 answer for. I'm here
/ 20 run trains-when there are any 10
run; that's murder enough for me.
You needn't send Bartholomew out on
my account"
Give him a slow schedule and I'll
/ give him orders to jump early; that's
all we can do. II the strikers don't
/ ditch him, he'll get through. some
how"
| II stuck In my crop-the idea OF put
| ting the boy on a pilot engine to take
/ all the dangers ahead of that par
/ ticular train: but / had a good deal
else 10 think Of besides. From the
minute the silk got into the McCloud
/ yards we posted double guards around.
/ About - o'clock that night we held a
/ council OF war. which ended in our
I running the train into the out freight
house. The result was that by morn
| ing we had a new train made up. II
| consisted OF fourteen refrigerator cars
/ loaded with oranges, which had
come In mysteriously the night
/ before. 1t was announced that
the silk would be held for the present
and the oranges rushed through Bright
and early the refrigerator train was run
down 20 the ice houses and twenty men
were put 20 work icing the oranges. AT
/ Z o'clock McCurdy pulled Ia the local
! passenger with engine 105- Our plan
was TO cancel the local and run him
right out with the oranges. When he
got in he reported the 100 had sprung a
tire: IL knocked our scheme into a
cooked hat.
There was a lantern Jawed conference
in the round house.
What can you do?" asked the su-
perintendent in desperation
There's only one thing l can do.
Put bartholomew Mullen on Il with the
"A. and put McCurdy to bed for No. 2
tonight" responded Neighbor.
We were running first in. first out; but
We took care 10 always have somebody
for 1 and who at least knew an IN
Jector from an air pump.
II was S o'clock. I looked into the
locomotive stalls. The first-the only
man in sight was Bartholomew Mullen.
He was very busy polishing the A.
He had good steam on her, and the old
tub was wheeling as if she had the
asthma The "a was old; she was
homely: she was rickety; but Barth-
lolomew Mullen wiped her battered nose
as deferentRlly as If she had been a
lspick span, spider driver, tail truck
mail-racer.
She wasn't mueh-the "A. But in
those days Bartholomew wasn't much;
and the a was Bartholomew
How Is she steaning, Bartholo-
new" I sung out; he was right in the
: middle OF her. Looking up. he fingered
his waste modestly and blushed through
a dab OF crude petroleum over his eye
Hundred and thirty. sir. She's q
terrible free steamer, the old A.; I'm
all ready 10 run her out"
Who's marked up to fire for you
Bartholomew"
Bartholomew Mullen looked at me
fraternally.
"Neighbor couldn't give me anybody
but a wiper" said Bartholomew. in g
sort of a wouidn' 1T hat-kin-yOu tone
The unconscious arrogance of ths
boy quite knocked me. so soon hae
hOnors changed his point Of view. Las
night despised wiper; at daybreak. al
engineer. and his nose in the air a
the idea Of taking on a wiper for fire.
man. And all so innocent.