West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1906-06-07

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-- satisfied of one thing
U&tyNtXW you can't run that yard
N6RG1fO with a Sunday school
superintendent He
won't make you amy trouble unless he
gets 10 drinking II that happens. don't
have any words with him." Bucks un-
aerscored three times. "Simply crawl
into cyclone cellar and wire me-
Se3ding you eighteen loads OF steel to-
night and six cars OF ties. Blair re-
ports section 10 ready for track layers
and Mear's outfit moving into the Pal
isade canyon. Push the stun to the
front"
Ii was getting dark. and Callahan sat
In that part OF the Benkleton depot he
called the office. pulling at n muddy
root that went unaccountably hot In
sudden flashes. lie took the pipe from
his mouth. leaving his foot on the ta-
BILE. and looked at the bowl resentfully,
wondering again II there could be pow
der In that Internal tobacco OF Rube-
dos. The p,outhpiece he eyed as a
desperate man might ponder final
shift
The pipe had originally come from
Gods country. with beautiful am
ber moutlIplece and beautiful bowl.
but 1t WAS present from his sister
and had been bought at u dry goods
store. Once when thinking IL you
please, when not thlnking-Callahan
had held lighted match TO the beau
tiful amber mouthpiece instead OF 10
the tobacco, and In the fire thnt ensued
they had hard work to save the depot.
Callahan never wrote his sister about
II. He thought only about buying
pipes at dry goods stores and about
being. when they exploded, n thousand
miles from the man who sold them.
There was plenty in that TO think
about. What he now brought his teeth
reluctantly together on was part OF
the rubber tube of a dismantled ato-
miZer. In happier post Christmas days
toilet fixture But Callahan had
abandoned the use OF bay rum after
shaving His rnZor had gone to the
scrap, and on Sunday morning he mere
ly ran pair of scissors over the high
joints-for Callahan was rallroadlng--
and on the front.
After losing the mouthpece he would
have been completely in the air but for
little Chris Oxen. Chris was Callahan's
section gang. His name was once
Ochsner, but that wasn't I'm Benkleton
Callahan was hurried when he made up
the payroll and put 1t Oxen. as being
better United States. | say United
States because Callahan said United
Stntes In preference TO English.
Chris had been In America only three
years, but he had been In Russia 300
and In that time had learned many
ways OF getting something out of moth
Ing. When the red haired dispatcher,
after the explosion, cast away with bit
terness the remains OF the pipe, Chris
picked 1t up and by judicious action
on the atomlzer figured out q new
mouthpiece no worse than the original.
for, while the second, like the first. was
OF rubber, II was not OF the explosive
variety.
Chris presented the remodeled root
TO Callahan u a surprise. Callahan. In
burst of gratitude, promoted him on
the spot lie made little Chris fore
man. 1t didn't bring any advance in
pay. but there was the honor. To BIZ
foreman was an honor. and, as little
Chris was the only man on the yard
force. he became by promotion foreman
Of himself
So Callahan sat thinking Of the in
genuity OF Chris. rejecting on the sting
OF construction tobacco and studying
over Bucks letter.
The yard was his wOrry--not that Il
was much OF yard just dozen runs
or the lead to take the construction ma
terial for Callahan TO distribute fast az
the grade was pushed westward. The
trouble at the Benkleton yard came
from without. not from within.
The road was being pushed into the
cattle country. and II was all easy TIN
they struck BenSleton. Benkleton was
Just hard knot on the Yellow Grass
trail squally, sandy cattle town.
There were some bad men In Benkle.
ton. They didn't bother often. But
therc were some men I'm Benkleton who
thought they were bad. and these were
n source OF constant bedevllment TO the
railroad men.
Bouthwest Of the yard. where the riv.
CT breaks sheer into the bottoms. there
bived and still hives a colony Of rail.
squattcd there burrowcd into the face
Of the Bench like sand swallows and
scr1ped caves out for Themselves. and
the name Of the place is Little Russia.
This was IN the troublous days when
The cowboys, homeslclc for cyil. would
ride around Little Russln y'h rope
md gun and scare the pioneers cross
eyed. The cattle fellows anor. the en-
tire winter months, all sand and sun
shine putting mp schemes 10 worry
Callahan and the Little Russians. The
headquarters for this restless gang
we've at Pat Barlle's place. across from
the postofice It was there that the
cowboys loved 10 congregute. TO Cal
iahan Pat Barlle's place was wasps'
ncat. but to Chris II was n den OF
wolves. and Of dreader sort than
ltnsian wolves, FOR Barlle's pack new.
aF slept
Chairman Shont confesses that the
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