The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1906-04-06
The Havre Herald, Friday, April 6, 1906.

storm the wrecking boss. Benedict Nor
gan. 1t was only an evil hour that
brought Benedict Morgan into the dis
patcher's Office STOPPED and silent,
Martin Duffy. holding the chair. was
calling Rat River. Carhart watched
him just moment, then he took Barnes
Tracy aside and whispered. and, going
back. bent over Duffy. The chief pull
ed himself up.
"Let Tracy take the key" repeated
the doctor Get away from the table
a minute. Martin. 1t may not be as
bad as you think"
Duffy, looking into the surgeons
face, put his hand on his arm. tits
the De Molay train, the Special 326,
with Bucks car, double headed. oh,
my God, l can't stop them. Doctor,
they will meett'
Carhart unfastened the fingers on his
| arm. Come away minute. Let
Tracy have the key" he urged. "a
head ender, eh? croaked Benedict Nor
gan from the counter, and with
| frightful oath. "a head ender!''
"shut up. you bruter' Kissed Car
hart Duffy's hands were creeping
queerly up the sides of his head.
Sure" growled Benedict Morgan
loweringly, "sure. Shut up. or course.
Shut up"
Carhart was quick man. He start
ed for the wrecker, but Duffy spring
ing. stopped him. For Gods sake,
keep cool, everybodyr he exclaimed
piteously. There was no one else to
talk, to give the orders. Bucks and
Callahan both on the special, maybe
past order giving now Only Martin
Duffy to take the double load and the
double shame. He stared, dazed again,
into the faces around as he held to the
fiery surgeon. Morgan he added
steadily, looking at the surly wrecker,
''get up your crew, quick Doubleday,
make up all the coaches in the yard
for an ambulance train. Get every
doctor In town to go with you. Tracy,
clear the liner
The master mechanic and Benedict
Morgan clattered downstairs. Carhart,
running to the telephone, told central
to summon every medical man in the
Bend and hurried out. Before he had
covered Il block, roundhouse callers,
like flaws of wind before storm,
were scurrying the streets and from
the tower of the fire house sounded the
harsh clang of the emergency gong for
the wreckers.
Caught where they could be caught,
out of saloons, beds, poker joints, Sal
walton barracks, churches, the men Of
the wrecking crew ran down the ST
lent streets, waking now fast into life
Congregations We're dispersed, hymns
cut, prayers forgotten, bars deserted,
bells emptied, barracks raided at that
call, the emergency gong call, fell as a
fire bell for the Mountain division
wrecking gang.
While the yard crews shot up and
down the spurs, switching coaches into
the relief train, Benedict Morgan, with
solid voileys Of oaths, was organizing
his men and filling them ut the lunch
counters with huge schooners of cot
fee. Carhart pushed again through
the jam of men and up to the dispatch
ers' office. Before and behind him
crowded the local physicians with in
strument bags and bandages The ON
inous baggage deposited ON the office
floor, they sat down about the room or
lowered around Carhart, asking for
details. Doubleday, tall and grim,
came over from the roundhouse. Ben
edict Morgan stamped up from the
rEf {ai rseSn
ready
All three dispatchers were in the
room. John Mallers, the day man,
stood near Tracy, who had relieved
Giddings. The line was clear for the
relief run. Elcho had been notified
Of the impending disaster and at Ira
cy's elbow sat the chief, looking fixedly
at the key, taking the bob of the sound
er with his eye. A dozen men in the
room were talking, but they spoke as
men who, speaking, wait ON the life Of
fuse. Duffy, with suspense deepen
ing into frenzy, pushed Tracy's hand
| from the key and, sliding into the
chair, began once more to call his
brother at Rat River.
"R, T - r, T - r, T - +, Z -"
clicked the River call. "R, T - II,
L - r, T 1880 Bob - Bob $500 Bob" spelled
the sender. ANSWER me, answer, an
swer. r, r - r., T - r., t r, T -"
And Barnes Tracy edged away and
leaned back to where the shadow hid
his face, and John Mallers, turning
from the pleading Of the current, stared
gloomily out Of the window across the
yard, shimmering under the double
relay Of arc lights, and young Gid
dings, who couldn't stand it-just
couldn't stand Intending on his stool,
shook with gulping sobs.
The others knew nothing of the heart
breaking in the little clicks. But they
, all knew the track-knew where the
trains would meet; knew they could not
by any possibility see each other till
they whirled together on the curve Of