The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1904-12-02
Driver Dicks Last Run.
A Railway Story.
BY ROBERT j. q. STEAD.

fGIIO, there, Dick, wake up! You go
IL out in 80 minutes Hi, Dick:
Dick! say, Dick, roll out. Desratcher's
orders. No palaver. Come, get goin
Dick! you morphine-eater, I'll maui
you if"
ELEVEN loads, seven empty. 10 ALL"
mumbled the sleeping man. "Clear for
No. 8 at Haysville, open track to"
But violent wrench of the nose
brought Dick to a sitting posture.
After comforting himself in couple
of heavy yawns he drawled to the
one-legged man beside the bed. Hello,
Stumpy, what's doing?"
you're dom, or, at least, ought to
be. You take out a special with the
Superintendent at 2:30. You've less
than 80 minutes, so cut loose"
mot any for me, Stumpy. Tell
the old man l amt we'll; I'm down
with grip. Tell him broke my leg on
the front steps, and my wife has small
pox. Tell him anything under heaven,
but give me eight hours sleep Fifty
six hours on duty, and a hundred min
utes in bed! It's against human ma
ture. I amt going." and he snuggled
down among the blankets.
But Stumpy had awakened weary
trainmen before. With one dexterous
sweep of the arm he whipped the
blankets clear of the bed.
Come, Dick, no nonsense. You
simply must get up. No. is showed
up at the end of the line, and you've to
take out special and get her clear.
Hustle now!"
cant you get some one else?
Where's Graham"
Hospital with pneumonia. On
duty Y hours. Bad cold. May go hard
with him. briefly explained stumpy.
'How about Stuart?"
Ran into an open switch and broke
his leg"
LUCKY dog! Try Mckenzie, then"
"He's taking wrecker out on the
main. It's no go. Dick. The Sup. is
going on that train, and you are going
to pull him." and Stumpys wooden
member clattered down the stairs.
'And they wonder why, sometimes,
man runs full-steam into eternity"
soliloquized Dick. as he hastily drew on
the clothes that were still warm.
"Fiftysix hours on duty, and hun
dred minutes in bed. and only twist
ed rail, or broken flange, or care
less signal-man between me and the
Judgment seat! Sitting there, hour
after hour, with the CLINT of that ever,
lasting thread of steel tugging at
sleepy eyelids, and old Shorter pant
ing lullaby in ones ears. o, some
times it happens! Then the wrecker
pulls up, and while the Doctors inspect
the CHASTITY heaps on the bank, the re-
porters and sightseers stand by the
scrap-heap. That's where they pulled
him out says one. He and, his
fireman crushed to jelly. Brakes set;
engine reversed, but too late
'Then a fool newspaper runs out
scare-head: Engineer Disregards
Signal-Plunges Scores into Eternity
Stuck to his Post at Last o yes,
did you ever hear of an engineer dodg-
ing death when the crash came? No,
sir! not even for his wife and children!
But the paper doesn't say that the
sleep from which that engineer wakes
In eternity began 10, IS, 20 miles before
the wreck"
Dick heard the gate latch behind him
as he turned up the street. well
paid for it, are we? Yes, twentieth
part of what the G. Nj. draws. And
We invest more than he does. Just our
prospects of old age.''
A gusty wind swept little eddies of
fine snow across the tracks. The
electric light threw the shadows of
falling flakes upon the whitened earth.
SO that it seemed alive with insects
The moon was at the full, but only a
misty dimness struggled through the
leaden banks of cloud.
No. $50 stood on siding with her
s~& up. Harry, the fireman, dozed
peacefully on his cushions. Dick had
scarce reached his seat when Baker
poked in his head.
'Hello. Dick, you pull me tonight,
do you? Well, we've an open run, so
cut her loose he said. as he handed
up the order sheet. :
whats our load?' asked Dick.
-Four Goals to give you weight, the
Sup.'s car and my dog-kouse. Give
the old man whirl for his whiskers. -
Dick studied his order sheet. "Gon
Baker, Driver Henderson," he read.
mo. 10: special. Open track over
entire division Run regardless Of