The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-15


He swung himself and something like a laugh
welled up in his throat Come on, JAM he shouted;
'hurry up, old girl"
Jan five minutes reaching him. for she had to
scramble down the ravine and the other side.
She hoped up beside him gay bird. "Shove her
along" she said "Give her her head Burg.
On they flew the awakened plain, and not
word between them all the In week. perhaps,
they would be ready to talk it over.
They going slowly now, lest any curve
should show the great train They the signal was
at siding. AS they slowly, fearfuy thru the
cutting they heard the starting changing
Bendooley platform
But all danger was past Benduoey saw them in time
thrilled with horror the sight of the great
coming calmly along the line consecrated to the
outgoing mail.
Burgo pulled up began very sick indeed
Guards and sweat their brows, and paor
their faces along to meet them and the
put their the windows the shouts
body stepped into the adventuring locomotive and
brought it p to the platform The mail train stared at it
eyes. Then it the conductors of t-a
trembling boy in part-colored sleeping suit patched at
the elbows and most abbreviated about the legs and
wd-haired little girl in nghtgown, whose pristine
whiteness marred with ooadust and oil 1t fell out
of it's comfortable and gathered staringeyed round
the pair when the first word of the story got about.
1t had tight feeling about its throat; it found it
brush the moisture from it's con~ally
rembled and thanked heaven voceessly that it stood
when it might lying in
horrible chaos and contortion down that ravne.
the boy at all who told the He stood
BY the strain past SICK trembling, useless.
1t was Jan, with shining and heavng breast who
the Not point did her artistic little soul
miss. She made the tale graphic, sarngy picturesque
and the train, with it's salvation abruptly recent,
laughed and cried with her There only
kept his head sufficiently to be able to know
what had happened before the heroic stage had been
reached everyone it clear simple. These
little had the danger of the viaduct had
engine, there being no one else there and had
come to the mail train.
But this mana porter-who knew the line we'll,
singulary without the capacity for admrng heroes
How'd it come round that kids, who live in Bun
darabee, engine down at Bendon vlduct?" he
asked. IL. -..
For second Jan blanched. She in flash,
how they would fall from the pedestal the train had built
confession that
they had away with the engine. And after all, they
certainly had, exertion risk saved 300
lives.
She stepped quietly into lie that speedily became
sointegral a part the story shortly to
regard it the truth. 49,.
81 about said at hot last night
and couldn't Sleep and dreamt cutting the
spans'
But why didn't you tell your father and let him
come? Twas his ingn," persisted the unadmirng
Jan looked him full in the face. 81 knew he wouldn't
believe me-" she said added: would you have
lieved little girl if she had Weakened yor
that?"
The porter stepped back vanquished, and the train
added feeling of slightly supernatural
thusiasm they felt for this darkeyed heroine. There
were more things in heaven and EARTH they
other than dreamt of in their philosophy They had
been saved by one miracle, it was step to go
step farther and believe in another
Burgo gazed at his sister family, wonderingly He
passed his hand his to try to
membered how she had woke him up two hours ago.
murmuring of bad dreams; she started the
train. But then surely she amazed Mortified
when he found out about the beams! looked at
her doubtfuly. How strange strange it all was! But
the girl persisted in it, and almost believed
quite clearly remembered dreaming about collision SO
surely this was but a small leap of imagination.
Bendooey had to feed 800 souls that day. for was
nightfall could be sent down to pick I'D
such multitude at the spot where communcat ton
ceased.
The passengers started subscription list for the
plucky children and it swelled beyond
Later greatful government added substantial sum-
There was no longer any fear of Burgo not reazn his
dream of engineering. chance that Bundarabee
would for bound JAMS restless spirit.
But the second evening, when the excitement had
subsidized trde and the boy girl quietly be-
meath their roof-tree, the engine driver spoke
"R'minds me- he said suddenly, nv
contribution to younkers yet,
Bungo looked nervous for he knew the and had
been surprised at the unquestonng way in which his
father had received the story. - -~..-l.
The driver took down a strap
You're a brave chap Burgo, boy" he said, as
your old man I'm proud O. But it's my
ingin I givin you my little contribution"
The boy stood thru it, and not ruefuy. In fact,
it rather his conscience