Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-04-30
V. " Y U z Us lQ4Ys5M
Copyright, 1904, by Elliot walker)

cars, the girl stepping firmly Some ner-
vous passengers sat back relievedly. This
composed young women did not seem to
! mind speed. Why should they?
But what If they had seen the senseless
fireman lying amid his coal, and that
crouching form at the open throttle.
Time for your medicine, DEAR
Hey, why Hetty! 'Tain's morning What
what the devil. Th-this isn't the bridge,
I'm over-thank God! I'm acrost"
Yes; better slow up. father
II should say So Why, Hetty child
-1-no! / amt dreaming! Am 1, Hetty?'
His wild voice shrieked up in the clustering
wind.
Stop her, father For heavens sake!
Quckt'
The powerful fingers settled on the steel
handle with jerk. In the cars behind
people We're shocked from their seats
Run easy, father; we're almost home.
bakersfield, you know
Cant half see. Just you say. My!
head. Where's my cap? Where's Bill
No matter. Don't need steam now Are
we going all straight, Hetty?''
An straight, father"
You're crying, child"
IT'S the wind, father"
They ran into Lordsburg and stopped.
The young man kneeling behind them drop
ped an iron spike and rose to his feet
u, n.
"Hullo! That you, Webb? Well! All
right. l amt feeling o. K Much obliged.
IN go home with Hetty. Ho! amt it
funny?"
across the platform, his bare head bent to
the chilly blast.
He moved quick. and so did l." an
nounced Bill, sitting up. Say, Hoyt l
| never see him show any temper afore. l
wouldn't have crossed him for no money
good friend of mine, is Lyman Brewster!
Says l. takin' hold of his sleeve, Amt you
shakin' things up? We're on time An
he shook me up. Yes, sir one crack on the
chin an set down in the coal. He looked
mad Hope lie won't lay any interferin'
ag'in me-"
oh! the old mans out of Sorts" return
ed Hoyt, offhandedly Got an awful cold
and lost his cap. Hetty Brewster was back
of the smoker. and wanted to see him be-
forward. Hetty persuaded him to get off
| and see a doctor; he was feeling so mean.
That's where they've gone. Say nothing
about 1t. Bill. and he won't. I'll make the
ductor on. Here he comes now. I'll attend
to him.
"Brewster's laid off," he called to the of
fetal, hurrying up. His doctor sent word
by his daughter that he mustn't make the
trip, and to get under cover. Threatened
with pneumonia, but he would start. 1 take
his place. I'm Hoyt."
We'll, Hoyt, when you make time on a
level, don't throw us all down trying to
stop. Brewster was too anxious to get Off,
| guess
mo, running fast in the usual place and
dog on the track" replied Hoyt, promptly.
big collie he added, sinfully. Never
touched him.
Didn't, Ell? 1 thought it wasn't quite
like Brewster to do that for fun said the
Modified conductor.
Running back, he waved his hand and
leaped on. with an 'all aboard!' A few
echoing puffs, long, quivering jar and the
iron horse raced away, while back in the
disappearing village a gentleman knelt by
the couch in his office, with practiced
finuger on a rapid pulse and cheerful words
for a white-faced girl. He will be himself
soon. Something has excited him tremen-
dously. Now he's away from it, he is calm
ing. Oh, yes, you can take him home in a
few hours
Hoyt picked up the spike he had dropped
and flung 1t at the vanishing wayside fence.
Glad 1t didn't have to be used said he
to himself. II should have hated to knock
him, but 1t was stop when he did-or that.
Wed have run slap into the freight, switch
ing on the siding. Hetty, bless her pluCky
little soul! You'd have thought she was in
her own kitchen. Talking in all that roar,
and somehow making him hear Lyman
was like a man coming out of nightmare.
l was scared at his eyes. Well. I'll quit
thinking of it. I've other things to do.
Lordy I've told enough lies for one day,
! but they may save BrewSter's job. I'll have