The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-03-03

",rhin why this sthrong language2'
 "Langaage. Mrs McGu1gan? Language? Whats language whin ye're 50 full ol fceln's ye cant talk I'll lave the language to thim blagga-urGs In Omehah' Theyl need il whn they've finished with Mary Ann Finnegan"
 An ye didn get cent?
 five come f'r ye to witness the pay ment."
 "Ye talk strangely Mrs. Finnegan.
 80 will thim dirty r-railroad pups. What dye mean"
 That 'tis time to be goin'. Come Mrs. Michigan; let's go fir the money. We take Char arley wid us. 1 banker ff his society today
 Mrs. MeGuisan, much perpleXed and more alarmed. followed Mrs. Flnnegan out through the little garden and then across Campbes meadow toward the railroad track Charley followed close be- hind, glowerng evilly at the landscape and occasionally licking his chops with sinister suggestiveness.
 Buster Jim Sampson, who happened to DC pulling number two on this particular day hooked the 232 up in the first notch, and with q series of insinuating jerks coaXed the throttle clear out into the gangway as the last of the five coaches swung around the curve back of Sorghum Miler's barn just below Fender and stead jed down into the seven miles of straight level track to Lyons. He had orders to meet special which he knew carried ''rhe Old Man (otherwise the president of the road), at Lyons and he was four minutes late. The 232 responded nobly. By this time Inc coach wheels were only hitting the high centres, while the pas- scngcrs grasped at the seats and only breathed when they happened to think of it Buster Jim was in the very act of congratulating himself on his ability to get em over the road. when there loorned into his vision queer black object be- tween the rails not more than thous- and feet ahead. Instantly his left hand showed the throttle home and began clawing wildly for the sand lever. while his right hand ierked the handle of the air brake valve clear around to emergen- cy stop.
 By the tine the passengers had reeov- cred sufficiently to begin to crawl out from under the seats and wonder if they were the sole survivors the 232 had come to a stop with the tip of her pilot not more than twenty feet from the queer black object Buster Jim slid open his window and looked out. Now Buster Jim was known far and wide as the most voluhly nrofane man on the Indian Val Icy railroad; but what he saw when he looked from his window that day kindled emotions that mere worGs were pitifuly inadequate to express ne slowly turned his head until his eyes rested on Truthful Sam, his fireman who had stepped into the gangway behind him. The two men looked at each other, then at the object on the track
 Yes, it was true The object on the track was an elderly woman. unmistak- ably Irish clad in black alpacca and holding an umbrella to ward off the rays of the too ardent sun, sitting flat on the ground. sanarey between the rails, the incarnation of impertlirbable eduanamity. It was Mrs Finnegan. Bcs'1e her with ears back. bristles up. rsse'es tense. eyes a-glitter with green ire. stood a dog-Charley Just across the ditch. frozen stiff and speeches. with terror, stood Mrs Guigan. For full minute the tabeau was undisiurbed. Then Bus ter Jim yelled:
 Hey there, What in blazes you doin'? Git off the track" Seeing that this pro- duced no effect whatever, he continued: :: "Say, Sam. git down and chase that old