Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1903-06-11

mo. S hold her at Lyshon. My
freight's bu'sted, an thirty-three Of
'em are on the grade, soin' TO beat
thuntler,"
mo. 81" The dispatcher's face was
pie crust. "She left Lyshon six min
utes ago. late" He went back to his
instrument and sent Seventeen" the
clear out signal. TO warn the road
south of him, but as he did so he knew
that No S was coming up Long Misery
ten minutes late, straight into the
teeth of the worst runaway the A. and
B. had known.
Hennessy was fuming at Lyshon,
for he couldn't afford another second,
yet Oldtown had seen nothing of the
wild freight.
Better wait for another report from
Oldtown," said the operator. But
Hennessy was six minutes late then
! and resolved to go on up the grade.
He signaled his engineer and jumped
on the rear. The brakeman was there
and grinned when the conductor cursed
his luck
I1thhtSSy, way liiAOuSh thN
| door, wheeled. There, away back by
the station platform, only fading bit
| of dismal detail in the familiar view,
was old Tympan standing in the mid
die of the track and waving crossed
arms.
Left and signaling us to come back
for him." said the rear brakeman.
Hennessy spoke eloquently. looking
at his watch. The time frightened
him. "In not go back for him." he
cried. Il can't be-
There was that in the rear brake
mans eyes which stopped Hennessy.
Suppose he should leave Tympan at
| Lyshon over Sunday, with no trains
either way, and suppose the Old mans
| pull with Il. II. p. We're still working,
| and suppose the young husband of her
| who was Nell Tympan, he who worked
| In the G.. z. AS office should
And there was old Tympan himself
standing in the middle of the track
! and signaling, Back up, back up,
| back up Could he afford to ignore
the old fellow? Though it hurt him to
| do it, he said
NO, 1 believe I'll go back for the
old guy, BILL
The rear brakeman pulled the cord,
and Hennessy went in to reckon just
| how much over thirty minutes late
he would be into Oldtown.
There was no denying that old Tym-
pan was exceeding drunk. Hennessy
smothered his wrath with difficulty as
No. s backed into Lyshon, for he
| hadn't relished what he had heard GO
| ing through the day coaches. He leaned
| out toward the dirty figure reeling
across the platform and heard Tym-
| pans idiotic laugh as he boasted of
| having called back the biggest train
| on the road. Il JUS went out there
RI out there-and signaled, Back up
and yer backed up, didn' yer? 1 tell
yer. gents, there amt er man O. the
rod darst ter dis-disobey my orders"
There was a scramble on the plat
| form behind them, and the dispatcher
came shrieking like a plow train at
blind crossing.
"Back up, Hennessy, for all you're
WORTH he shouted. Runaway freight
thirty something cars off the wild
| train coming down the grade-be here
| in less than minute. Oldtown wired.
| Oh, Hennessy, look up the line"
1t was n cloud of sand and dust at
the first curve in the Long Misery.
| three miles away.
Hennessys knees wavered The dis
patcher struck him with his fist be-
tween the shoulders, crying: "Quick,
man! Run her back into the siding and
let the freight go by"
The passengers knew only enough
| to complain that they were horribly
| shaken up that afternoon near Lyshon.
1t was Hennessy himself who switched
No s into the siding and who thanked
heaven with all sincerity that it was
| just long enough to take his train and
leave the main line open. AS he threw
the switch his head went dizzy with
| the whirl Of the freight. When the
threatening thirty-three banged past,
Hennessy gave not one look after, but
tainted over the lever and hung like
a uniformed scarecrOw until they gath
orpd him I'm