Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-03-02

IN " plot %'' to tender r.
our master mechanic. Selphhor. had
an idea. after her terrific collisiofrs that
she could not stand heavy main line
passenger runs, 50 he put her On the
Acton cut on. II WAS what railroad
men call n jerk water run. Whatever
that may be. little juunt ol ten miles
across the divide connecting the north.
ern division with the Denver stem
II WIS just about like running a troll.
ley, and the run was given to Dad
Sinclair, for after that lit at oxford
his back was never strong enough to
shovel coal. aud he had 10 take an en.
CINE or quit ralroadlng.
Thus II happened that after many
years lac took the throttle once more
and ran over twice u day, rs he does
yet. from Acton TO Willow Creek.
His boy. George Sinclair the kid
engineer. took the run on the tlirr Oh.
positc Foley Just Ms sopn as he got
well.
George. who was ucvc? happy IN
less he had eight Or ten Pdllmans he
hind him and the right of way over
everything between Omaha and hen.
yer, made great sport Of his fathers
little smoking ear and day coach he.
hind the big engine
Foley made sport Of the remodcled
engine. lie used 10 stand 10y while
the old engineer was oiling and ask
him whether ne thought she could
catch jack rabbit. II mean," Foley
would say, III the rabbit was feeling
we'll"
Dad Sinclair took II all grimly and
quietly. lie had rairoaded too long TO
care for anybody's chalf. But one day
after the skyscraper had got her fiues
pretty well chalked up with alkali, 70.
ley Insisted that she must be renamed.
Il have the only genuine skyscraper
on the West End myself" declared Fo-
ley. He did have n new Glass II en-
glne, and she was awe inspiring. In
truth. II don't propose" lie continued.
Ito have her confused with your old
tub any longer, Dad
Dad. oillng his old tub aifectionately.
answered never n word.
shes full Of soda, isn't she. fatherT
asked George. standing by.
Reckon she IL, son"
Full OF water. ! supposcT
"rry to keep her that way, son"
''Sal Soda. isn't 1t. Dady'
snow, can't say. AS TO that can't
say"
"Wc'll call her Sal Soda, George"
suggested Foley.
NO" interposcd George. stop a
bit. | have IT, Not Sal Soda ut ALL
Make II Soda Water Sal"
Then they laughed uproarlously, and
In the teeth OF Dad Sinclair's protests
for he objected at once ana vigorously
the queer name stuck to the engine
and sticks yet.
To have seen the great hullng ma.
chine You would never have suspected
there could be another story left In her
Yet one there was-a story of the wind
As she stood, too, when Old man Sin
clair took her on the Acton run, she
was the best Hlustration have ever
seen Of the adage that one can never
tell from the looks Of Il frog how far
1t will jump.
Have you ever felt the wind? Not
think, unless you have lived on the
seas or on the plains. People every
where think the wind blows, but II
really blows only on the ocean and on
the prairles.
The summer that Dad took the Acton
run II blew for a month steadlly--all
OF one August-hot. dry, mcrcilesS, the
despair Of the farmer and the terror OF
tralnmen.
II was on an August evening, with
the gale still sweeping up from the
southwest. that Dad came numbering
into Acton with his little trolley train.
He had barely pulled up at the plat.
form TO unload his passengers when
the station agent, Morris Reynolds,
coatless and hatlcss. rushed up to the
engine ahead OF the hostler and sprang
Into the cab. Reynolds was one OF
the qulctcst fellows ih the service. To
see him without coat or hat didn't
count for much In such weather, but
TO see him sallow with fright and al
most speeches. was enough to stir
even old Dad Sinclair.
II was not Dads habit to ask ques.
lions, but he looked ut the man In lues-
tioning amaZemcnt. Reynolds choked
and caught ut his breath ms he seized
the engineers arm and pointed down
the line.
dad" he gasped. "three ears OF coal
standing over there on the second spur