Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1908-04-22
AMN,.IIDIAAI.
A Place Where They Are Run
for the People

whistled half a mile from Peleg
Whackem's farmhouse.
Peleg was going to town that day,
and he looked out Of the window in
the direction of the whistle.
Peleg got broom and tied red
shirt on the end Of the broom handle.
go out and flag it, Indy, and tell the
engineer Peleg Whackem's going to
town and wants him to wait minute"
Indy scampered out and stood in
the middle of the track, waving the
red shirt from the broom handle.
The whistle footed twice, and the en-
CINE came to stop In front of Peleg's
pump
"Well?" said the engineer, thrusting
/ his greasy cap and head out of the cab
/ window.
Pop wants to go to town" said
Indy, dragging the red shirt along
the track as she went up to the en-
CINE. HE wants you to wait min
ute. He amt got his boots creased yit,
and mas ironin' him a white shirt"
"All right" said the engineer,
gruffiy How long'n it take, do you
Think"
"Oh, mebbe half an hour" said
Indy
The engineer lay down on the grass,
glad of the chance to rest.
This is what call railroadin'," he
muttered, sinking to sleep beneath the
chaJo of n oprModinO al
| The fireman drew a cup of water at
the pump. Passengers alighted from
the fast mail and gathered wild flow.
ers by the way.
An inquisitive fly awakened the en-
gineer and he looked at his watch
Then he looked over where Peleg
Whackem was Juggling at his boots
Hey, Peleg!"he cried. Amt you
ever comm? got passengers on this
train an they want to get to the city.
If you amt ready in ten minutes more
I'll go an leave you"
Il can't git this doggoned boot on, !"
explained Peleg, Juggling till he was red
! in the face. Its got wet and shrunk,
| guess
well, l amt goin' to wait for your
boots to dry" said the engineer, getting
on his feet. i've waited half an hour
for you now. We've got fast freights
on this road an we can't be ever
lastin'ly knockin' them out. I'm goin'
to pull OUT
ooh, you air, air your" queried Peleg,
| bot1xy tGXHan I cruces Won oin'f cr0iO'
| till I'm aboard, or by ginger I'll see the
directors of this road in Jail, sure as
my name is Peleg Whackem. You
4 don't seem to understand that rail
road is run for the accommodation OF
the public Times amt what they used
to be, when your doshdanged fast mail
gave two toots and was from Peters
store to Rhodes Crossin' without stop
pin. We got some legislation, now,
and the people are runnin' tn rail
roads-not a lot of overfed directors.
So you jist wait right where you are. =
well, there amt any law requirin'
me to stay here all day if it should take
you that long to grease your boots" de-
clared the engineer, with surly disre-
gard for the public convenience.
"Oh,. there amt, amt there?" re-
torted Peleg, rubbing the outside of his
boot with piece of soap well. you
list wait till git my copy of the re
vised statutes of the United States
and I'll show you whether there's any
law or not" He strobe into the house
| x,,;4h n AoDninu boot On ono foot ra.
turning with an immense volume
which he bore out to where the en-
i gineer was standing, and thumbed over
till he came to a section encircled
with pencil mark There darn you
read that" he said Il calculated tc
go to town to-day, and jist looked uI
tn law to see what rights had, and
found EN- all set down here. It's fine
and Imprisonment, Mr.. Engineer, il
you 60 off an leave me before | gil
this boot on, an git on that train, an
I'll have the law on you and your
whole kit an caboodle of directors"
The engineer read the statutes slow
ly and with great care. Peleg tugget
at the refractory boot meantime.
II guess you're right, Peleg," the en-
4 gineer admitted, handing back the re
vised statutes, THE law seems cleal
enough"
you bet it's clear, an 1t shows tht
people got some rights as well as ths
railroad" said Peleg.
I'D like to git into the city before
mornin'," said the engineer. Il wisl
you'd hurry as much as you can, Peleg
My passengers are gettin' nervous"
LET 'em git nervous, retorted Peleg
Amt they all got nosegays? Wha
more do they want? Mebbe they thinl
because Tim farmer amt got M
rights, but / bet know the law bette
than they do. got 26 pounds OF but
ter to take up to the city, an lost
two cents a pound on it If | don't git /
there on this train. an amt goin
to lose no such sum as that list be
cause the fast mail wants to make
speed record Git holt Of that boo
strap, won't you, an see II you can
help me GIT this boot on"
They tugged unitedly, and the boo