The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1907-05-10

N~I y ! seen and rid
den. d new one
S always wonder to me-chOkeS me
ZIP, even, it means SO much. I hear
men rave over horses and marvel at it
when | think of the iron horse. / hear
them chatter Of distance, and my mind
turns to the annihilator. I hear them
brag Of ships, and / think of the ship
that plows the mountains and rivers
and plains. And when they talk OF
Epeed-what can think of but her?
AS the new engine rolled into the
yards my heart beat quicker. Her lines
were too imposing to call strong. They
were massive, yet so simple you could
draw them, like the needle snout of q
collie, to very point. ...
Every bearing looked precise, every
5oint looked supple, as she swept mag
nif1cently up and checked herself, pant
ing, in front Of us.
Foley was in the cab. He had been
east on a lay-off and SO happened to
bring in the new monster, wild, from
the river shops.
| She was built in Pennsylvania, but
the fellows on the Missouri end Of our
line thought nothing could ever safely
be put into our hands until they had
stopped 1t en- route and looked it over.
''How does she run, FoleyY asked
Neighbor, gloating silently over the
toy.
"Cool as an icebox,' said Foley,
swinging down. "she's regular sum-
s+41o OF M 1Ta
yet"
''We'll take that out of her." unused
Neighbor, climbing into the cab to look
her over. "Boys, this Is up in bal
loon," he added, pushing his big head
through the cab window and peering
down at the ninety inch drivers under
him.
II grew dizzy once or twice looking
for the ponies" declared Foley, biting
off piece of tobacco as he hitched at
his overalls. "She looms like a sky
scraper. Say, Neighbor, I'm to get her
myself, amt II" asked Foley, with his
usual nerve.
'sWhen hcNeal gets through with
her, yes,' returned Neighbor gruttiy,
giving her thimble Of steam and try
ing the air.
"WhatP' cried Foley, affecting sur
prise. "You going to give her to the
kidT'
II ann returned the master mechan-
sc unfeelingly, and he kept his word
George McNeal, just reporting for
work after the session in his cab with
the loose end of a connecting rod, was
3nvited to take out the skyscraper-
488, Glass Has she was listed, and
Dad Hamilton of course took the scoop
10 fire her,
''They get everything good that's 60
Ing" grumbled Foley.
"They are good people," retorted
Neighbor. He also assigned helper
to the old fireman. 1t was new thing
with us then, fellow with a slice bar
to tickle the crate, and Dad, of course,
kicked. He always kicked. Neighbor
wasted no words. He simply sent the
helper back to w1ping until the old fire.
man should cry enough.
| Very likely you know that new
engine must be regularly broken, as a
horse Is broken, before It is ready for
steady hard work. And as George Nc
Neal was not very strong yet, he was
appointed to do the breaking.
For two months 1t was picnic
light runs and easy lay overs. After
the smash at the Narrows Hamilton
had sort of taken the kid engineer I'M
der his wing, and 1t was pretty gen
orally understood that any one who ell
bowed George McNeal must reckon
with his doughty old fireman. So the
two used to march up and down street
together, as much like chums as very
young engineer and very old fireman
possibly could be. They talked togeth-
er, walked together and ate together,
Foley was as jealous as a cat Of Ham
sston, because he had brought George
out west and felt sort of guardian In
terest In that quarter himself. Really
anybody would love George McNeal;
old Dad Hamilton was proof enough of
that.
One evening, just after pay day,
saw the pair In the postoftice lobby
the two stepped over to the money
order window. 4 moment later each
came away with money order.
ais that where you leave your
wealth. Georgier' I asked as he came
up to speak to me.
Part of it goes there every month
MIR. Reed" he smiled. "Checks are
running light, too, now-eh, DadT'
"a young fellow like you ought tt
be putting money away In the bank,
: said I.
swell, you see have bank bach
In Pennsylvania. q bank that Is now
sixty years old and getting gray
headed. / haven't sent her much since
I've been on the relief, SO I'm trying
to make up little now for my OLE
NANNY"
| Where does yours go. DadT'
| asked.