The Press., 1904-02-11
The Man
Who Loored
Hi.c Hold
By WIN. H. osBoRNl
Copyright, 1908, bv 7. C. Mcclure
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One of the distinguished features of
the little village of Far Hills was the
deep gully that lay upon one side Of it.
This gully was a never ending source
of fear to the inhabitants. Mothers of
bad children threatened them with it.
Mothers of good children warned them
against it. Its sides were deep and al
most pefpeHdicElar. The bottom was
SO covered with a dense growth, of un-
derbrush that it looked as though there
were no end to its depth.
Young Perry Haskins, known as Pig
gy by his friends, was very youthful
specimen of humanity in the village of
Far Hills. At times he was bad boy;
at other times, few and far between,
he was exceptionally good. He was
pusher at any rate, and in enterprise
of all .kinds he generally was the leader
of the gang. His daring knew no
bounds, and when the G. L. and P. de-
cided to take in Far Hills on it's main
branch young Haskins was the first
lad of his crowd to cross the trestle
that had been built to span the gully.
And this he did even before it had been
completed. After that the boys called
it Piggy's bridge. Piggy would crawl
out to the middle and with the eyes
of all Far Hills upon him would lie
upon his stomach and gaze with inter-
est into the black depths of the gully
down below.
After it was finished young Haskins'
day was never complete one unless
he had walked across the trestle and
then back again. Even this was
ticklish proceeding, for there was moth
ing but the ties upon which to step,
and a misstep might prove fatal. And
then, besides, there were the trains.
One night in spring young Haskins
started upon his constitutional across
the trestle. He whistled as he went.
But he was not the only thing that
whistled on that warm night. He had
barely reached the middle of the bridge
when before his startled eyes he be
held the glaring headlight of loco
motive. 1t was coming his way and
with internal speed. He stopped and
stood as though turned to a pillar Of
salt. The bridge held but one track.
There was no place to seek for safety.
for the trestle was no wider than an
ordinary train. And the train came
whirling down. 1t was not hundred
yards away when Piggy Haskins did
the only thing there was left to do.
With the deftness of an agile monkey
he let hinself carefully down between
the ties. Underneath him there was
naught but space and the bottons of
the gully Over him there was nothing
but the rushing, roaring train. The
train did not take much time in get
ting over; but, according to Piggy Has
kins' calculation, it was couple of
months at least. When at last he drew
himself up upon a place of safety he
felt that he had been through the ex-
perience of his life. His limbs CULVER
ed, and he felt obliged to crawl the
length of tie trestle upon his hands
and knees. He ran home, entered the
window of his room by way of the Srane
arbor and, lighting Il candle, LASTLY
regarded his appearance i'll a. mirror.
He was sure that his hair had turned
had not. 1t still was delightful shade
of red.
Years passed. Haskins grew to be
almost q man. One eventful morning
he shook hands with all his family and
friends and stepped forth from the vii
lage of Far Hills to make his living.
He went into Il far country and made
it. He became prosperous. 1t was just
ten years after he had left that he de-
termined to return. In the mean line
he had not been back. His parents one
spring morning received letter from
him which in it's contents was some
what out OF the usual run of his epis-
ties. 1t ended with this pleasing state
ment:
am coming home for short vacation.
And what do you good people think! l
shall not come alone. 1t is my purpose to
bring with me one of the most charming
girls in this wide world, young person
who tomorrow will become my bride My
trip to Far Hills will be wedding trip.
Expect us in the evening of the Sd.
Haskins and his bride started from
the far country where they belonged
and purchased tickets for his native
place. All along the way young Has
lsins RECALLED his bride with stories of
/ his youth. She listened with delight,
for at that early stage i'll the game
anything that Haskins said went.
Haskins and his bride were due at
the old home somewhat early in the
evening They would arrive at just
about dusk. Haskins, suddenly aroused
by some of his old recOllectiOnS, Sug-
gested romantic scheme. He pro-
posed that they should alight from the
train at the little station shed at East
Far Hills on this side of the gully and
should walk across the trestie. There
was but one thing that made Haskins'
young bride consent, and that was that
q lonely walk at that hour Of the night
with Haskins would not be amiss. She
suggested the question Of danger, as in
duty bound to do, but the suggestion
only made Haskins all the more deter
mined And, above all, he wanted to
show his bride just where he hung on
that eventfuI night SO very long ago.
1t happened therefore that at East
Far Hills they alighted. And then,
stepping out upon the track in the wake
of the receding train, they walked
along the trestle. In the near distance
| the lights of Far Hills cleaned. To
the right the moon. large red ball of
| fire, was just beginning to rise. Final
" they reached the middle Of the
| bridge. Haskins halted.
| '"This," he exclaimed, els the very
| ny,o+ xvha,p 7 hing for dear life I was