The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1906-11-30
HOW ANDY SAVED
THE TRAIN.

And Moore was short, freckled
little country boy, tough as pin
knot. Sometimes he wore cap ant
sometimes he did not. He was not q
all particular about that; his shaggy
red hair, he thought, protected hi
head we'll enough.
As far what people would think O
it,-he did not live in city wher'
ones shoe-lacings are noticed, hil
home was in the country, and a very
wild rocky country it was. He knew
much more about beavers, rattle
snakes, and birds eggs than he die
about fashions.
He liked to sit rocking on the tor
of great tall tree, or to stand on 9
nigh hill, where the wind almost took
him off bis feet.
Andy's house was rough shanty
on the side of the hill, it was built OIL
mud, peat, and logs with holes for
windows. There was nothing very
pleasant there.
Near his fathers house there was a
railroad track; and Andy often watch.
ed the black engine as it came putting
past, belching out great clouds of
steam and smoke, and screeching
through the valleys and under the
hills like mad thing. Although it
went by the house every day, yet he
never wished to ride in it, he had been
content with lying on the sand bank,
watching it disappear in the distance,
leaving a great wreath of smoke curl.
ing round the tree tops.
One day, as Andy was strolling
across the track, he saw that there
was something wrong about it. He
did not know much about railroad
tracks, because he was as yet quite a
little lad; but the rails seemed to be
wrong somehow, and Andy had heard
of cars being thrown off by such
things.
Just then be heard a low distant
noise. Dear, dear the cars were com
ing then! He was but a little boy,
but perhaps he could stop them some
way; at any rate there was nobody
else there to do it.
Andy never thought that he might
get killed himself but he went and
stood straight in the middle of the
track, just before the bad place on it
that l have told you about, and
stretched out his little arms as far T.
part as he could. On, on came the
cars, louder and louder.
The engineer saw the boy on the
track, and whistled for him to get out
of the way.
Andy never moved a hair.
Again the engine whistled. Andy
might have been made of stone for
all the notice he took of it. Then the
engineer, of course had to stop the
train, saying something in his anger
to the boy as he did so, "tor not get.
ting out of the way" Butwh Andy
pointed to the track, and the man saw
how the brave little fellow had not
only saved his life, but the lives of all
his passengers, his scolding changed
to blessing very quickly.
Everybody rushed out to see what
a horrible death they had escaped.
Had the cars rushed over the bad
track, they would have been hurled
headlong down the steep bank into the
ivtr. Ladies' kissed Andy's rough
freckled face, and cried over him, and
the men as they looked at their wives
and children, wiped their eyes and
said, "God bless the boy"
And that is not all: they took out
their purses and made up large sum
of money for him, not that they could
ever repay the service he had done
them,-they knew that,-but to show
him in some way besides in mere
words that they felt grateful.
Now that boy had presence Of mind.
Good brave little Andy. The passen-
gers all wrote down his name-Andy
Moore-and the place he lived in, and
if you wish to know what was done
for him, l will tell you.
He was sent to school, and in after
years to college and these people
whose lives he saved paid his bills and
helped to make place in the world
for him So1aotod