Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-12-15

themselves with difficulty, everything
was i'm the pink of condition.
Looks a little old fashioned" ven-
tured Barnes to his companion.
The fireman, who was polishing the
piston rod with big handful of cot
ton waste, paused The blood mounted
to his checks beneath the coat OF
CRIME. He pattcd the mass OF IRON
and steel on the side with an affection
ate gesture. as II 1t was a thing OF
life and blood and nerves.
This Is No. g." he said, resentfuily.
'oNhen she gets a-eong you won
think she's cid fashioned"
He turned 10 his work again. rub
hing more vigorously than ever as II
relieved by this brief defence Of his
favorite. No housewife could have
kept her domiclle tidier than this man
kept his locomotive. The name
front on the nose OF the monster was
as brassy and as sparkling as the big
brass plates that adorn the doors of
our grandfathers, the glass on the
great round headlight was speckless,
while the hand railing about the CAB
was shining 40 eXtrayagantly that II
II had been a little larger 1t might
readily have been used as a mirror
for my ladys boudoir.
The fireman kept rubbing away at
the brass work, as II by some miracle
of chance he might find spot mat
had not been polished. The fires were
IN and the glistening sparks were be-
ing hurled out of the throat or the
enormous smokestack and each sep
crate puff seemed to say Hurry!
Hurryll Hurry!lw Finally the fire.
man tossed his cotton waste aside,
and, rushing TO the front OF the loco
motive. made a hasty test OF the
strength OF the cowcatcher.
The prospective passengers exchang-
ed glances,
1--WE have the right Of way" he said
grimly; at will be bad for anything
that attempts to dispute it,"
The two passengers moved closer to
the engine. on the little platform,
talking to the engineer, was a modest
hammered man in overalls and q blue
jumper.
Hello, Mac" said the station mas
ter. Pm going to give you two pas
songers. "You'll have to act as con-
ductor and collect their tickets"
Barnes and his assistant were hur-
riedly presented to MacWllliams, and
scarcely had time to shake his grimy
hand when the shrill shrek of the
whistle and a cry Of "all-aboard." made
them Jump on the train. Number six
gave the final snort and pulled out with
shrek that sounded like challenge.
The chief and Clancy ran to the back
platform of the car just In time to
get last glimpse of the snappy little
station master, who lifted his soft hat
and waved It at them, disclosing his
bald pate, as he exclaimed incislvely:--
Good luck, boys"
Gillicuddy, the engineer. put steam on,
and before the train had been going
20 minutes It was making so miles an
hour. Barnes sat in the cab with Gill;
cuddy, watching the iron monster as II
forged ahead. There was something
fascinating about this terrible thing OF
iron and steel which had the strength
Of thousands Of human beings, which
went on its way so surely and 80 re-
morselessly, and yet could be so quick
ly controlled by the power that rested
In the wrist OF one unassuming, smut
~ faced man.
The engineer was pleased at the in
terest the chief displayed in the
machine and cheerfully answered all
of his questions. Gillicudy looked on
his engine with all the affection that
another would bestow on something
that had human life and senslbillties.
Indeed the love that Gllllcuddy had for
mo g. was akin to the feeling thats
mother cherlshes toward her child.
MacWilliams was the most unobtru-
sive man in the party. He cuddled
himself up In corner of the car and
studied plans that he had prepared for
repairing the break In the road. Barnes
wondered what need there was for tag
ging day coach on to the engine, but
when be looked into the baggage com
partmeRt and saw the piles OF picks
shoyels, Jack and other implements,