The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-09-06

5W, as everyone KNOWS, II IIuS
in the nature of operative railway men
to brook interference even OF the help
full sort. But they are as quick as
other folk to recognize the man in esse,
as well as to know tho clan slogan
when they hear it. Winton did not
walt for objections, but took over the
command as one in authority.
Think we can't do it? III show
you. Up on that tank, one OF you,
and heave down the jacks and frogs.
Wen have her on the steel again be-
fore you can say your prayers"
At the hearty command, churltsh
reluctance vanished and everybody lent
willing hand. In two minutes the
crew of the Limited" knew it was
working under master The frogs
were adjusted under the deraiIed
wheels, the jack-screws were braced to
lift and push with the incest accuracy,
and all was ready for the attempt to
back the engine in trial. But now the
engineer shook his head.
Il amt the artist to move her gently
enough with all that string O. dinkeys
behind her" he said unhopefulIy
MOI" said Winton. Come up into
the cab with me and I'll show you how
And he climbed to the drivers footboard
with the doubling engineer at his heels.
The reversing-lever went over with a
clang; the air whistled into the brakes;
ana Winton began to ense the throttle
open The steam sang into the cylin-
ders, the huge machine trembling like a
living thing under the hand of q master.
Slowly and by almost imperceptible de-
grees the life Of the pent-up boiler pow
er creDt Into the pistons and out through
the connecting-rods to the wheels. With
the first thrill Of the gripping tires VIM
ton leaned from the window to watch
the derailcd trucks climb by half-inchcs
up the inclined planes of the frogs.
AT the critical instant, when the en-
tire weight of the forward half of the
engine was posing for the drop upon the
rails, he gave the precise added impulse
The big tcn-wheeler coughed hoarsely
and spat fire; the driving wheels made a
quick half-tllrn backward; and n cheer
from the onlookers marked the little
triumph of mind over matter.
Winton found Miss Carteret holding
his overcoat when he swung down from
the cab, and he fancied her enthusiasm
was tempered with something remotely
like embarrassment But she suffered
him to walk back to the private car be-
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the scene of action he missed hearing the
comments of his ellow-craftsmen
you bet, he's no prentice" said the
fireman.
Not much!" quoth the engineer.
Hes an all-'round artist, that's about
what he is. Shouldn't wonder If he was
the travelin' engineer for some road
back In Gods country"
Travelin' nothing!" said the con-
ductor. More likely he's n train mas
ter r p'raps n bigger boss than that.
Call in the flag, Jim, and we'll be get
ting a move"
Oddly enough, the comment on Win
ton did not pause with the encomiums
OF the train crew. When the Limited"
was once more rushing on its way
through the night, and Virginia and her
cousin were safely in the privacy of their
state-room, Miss Carteret added her
word.
DO you know, Bessie, think it was
Mr.. Adams who scored this afternoon ?"
she said.
How SOP" inquired Ia petite Bisuuc
who was too sleepy to be overcurious
Il think he took rise out of me. as
he puts it. Mr.. Winton is precisely all
the kinds of man Mr.. Adams said he
wasn't