The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1907-02-14

right, NpHlUTeu bUIllOiUHltN' us ~
Neighbor were the only one taking the
chances in giving him an engine. 81
know the track from here TO Zanes-
vile. ] helped McNeff fire one week.
"1hen go home and go to bed and
be over here Mt G o'clock tomorrow
morning. And sleep sound for 1t may
be your last chance"
1t was plain that the master mechan-
ic hated to do it, 1t was simply sheer
necessity.
Hes wiper" mused Neighbor as
Bartholomew walked springily away.
II took him in here sweeping two years
ago. He ought 70 he firing now, but
the union held him back. That's why
he hates them. lie knows more about
nn engine now than half the lodge.
They'd better have let him in," said
the master mechanic grimly. "He may
be the means of breaking their backs
yet. If | give him an engine and he
runs 1t, I'll never take him off, union
or no union, strike or no strike"
"How old is that boy?' asked.
that | know Of Bartholomew Mullen"
mused Ne'ghbor as the slight figure
moved across the fiat, big name
small boy. Well, Bartholomew, you'll
know something more by tomorrow
night about running an engine or q
whole lot less. Thats as it happens
If he gets killed, it's your fault, Reed"
He meant that | was calling on him
for men when he absolutely couldn't
produce tliem
IL heard once" he went on, "ahout a
fellow named Bartholomew being mix
ed up in massacre. But ! take il he
must have been an Older man than
our Bartholomew. Nor his other name
wasn't Mullen, neither. dlsremem
her Just what 1t was, but 1t wasn't
Mullen"
"Well. don't say | want TO get the
boy KILLED. Neighbour protested.
"Ive plenty 10 answer for. I'm here
to run trains-when there are any to
run. That's murder enough for me.
You needn't send Bartholomew out on
my account"
Give him slow schedule. aud I'll
give him orders TO jump early That's
all we can do. If the strikers don't
ditch him bell get through some
how"
1t stuck i'll my crop the idea of put
ting the boy on II pilot engine TO take
ali the dangers ahead of that purtic-
ulnr train. Rut | had good deal else
TO think of basidcs. From the minute
the silk got into The McCloud yards
we posted double 4uapds around.
About IL O'clock that night we i.ald a
council 0s war, which ended In our
running the ;raiD into the out freight
house. The result ~as that hy morn
Ing we had new train made up. 1t
consisted of fourteen refrigerator cars
loaded with ORANGES which had come
in mysteriousiy tle night before. 1t
was announced that the silk would he
held for the present and the oranges
rushed through. Bright and early the
refrigerator train was rHn down 10 the
ice houses. and twenty meH were put
to work icing the oranges Az o'clock
with engine 1915 Our plan was to
cancel the local and run him right out
with ihe oranges. When he got In he
reported she 100 had sprung tire. 1t
knocked oar scheme into cooked hat
There was lantern jawcd confer
ence In the rOundhOuse.
what can you do;" asked the super
intendent IN desperation.
There; only one thing can do.
Put Bartholomew Mullen on 1t with
the A and put McCurly 10 bed for
so. . tonight" responded Neighbor.
wG were running first in, first out.
but we cook care to always have some
body for and who at least knew an
in icctor from ap air pump,
1t wns S o'clock. ] looked into the
locomotive stalls, 'Thc hrst-the only
man in sight was bartholomew Mullen.
He was very busy polishing tlie ~. He
had good steam oi heP, a~d the old tub
was wheeZug aS II she had the asthma.
The ~ was old, she wnS hGwely, she
was rlckety, but Bartholomew Aiulen
wiped her battered nose NJ deferential,
ly ms il she hnd been splcl.span, spi-
Ger driver, tail truck mail racer.
She wasn't much the A.. But IN
those days Bartholomew wasn't much,
and the A vas BartholOmew's.
How is sAe steaming Bartlolo.
mew?" 1 sung Out lie was right In
the middle Of her. Looking up, lie fin
gered his waste modestly and blushed
through dab Of crude petroleum over
his eye.
Hundred ana thirty, cir. She's A ter
rlble free steamer, the old Al. I'm all
ready to run her out"
"Whos marked up to fire for you,
Bartholomew Mullen looked ut me
ffatePnally.
"Neghb0F couldn't give me anybody
but wiper" said Bartholomew in a
sort OF wouldn't tthatrkil-yOu tone,
The unconscious arrogance of the |
boy quite Knocked me-, so soon had |
lonors changed his point Of yiew-last |
hight desplsed wiper. at daybreak an |
engineer, and his nose in the mir mt the
dea of taking on a wiper for fireman,
'nd all so Innocent
"Would you object, Bartholomew" I
gently, ito train master
'or fremanT
II don't think so. sir"
Thank you. because / am going
iOwn TO GAINESVILLE this morning my
Ielf. and | thought III ride with you.
Is II ali righti"
"Oh, yes, sir, If Neighbor doesn't
are"