The Sauk Centre herald., 1909-08-12

Some people have bright and
shining conscience, other people have
a lame liver, which they mistake for
a conscience and govern themselves
accordingly. There is the slow work
ing conscience and the industrious al
ways-at-home conscience. A lady
with slow working conscience ad-
dressed a letter to an agent of the
Northern Pacific last week. She op-
ened her letter like prayer meeting
and closed it like a collection ag-
ency. She said in part, and her words
came slowly but surely in Arnold's
chemical writing fluid, that ten years
ago, she left Grafton for the state of
Washington, taking with her, besides
her trunks and cooking utensils, two
daughters, one Emily, a modest
shrinking girl of 13, and Carrie, who
was and crowding 9 years old.
When the conductor came into the
car with a bright nickel punch and
age detecting eye, Emily, the shrink
ing girl, shrunk down below the half
fare limit, and while the conductor
pondered, he was reminded that this
was the state of large crops and
big girls and he punched the half
fare ticket and called for Carries
transportation and the mother has
tened to assure him that Carrie was
still on the free list. She was as big
as a school girl, and the conductor
hesitated and spoke his piece in a
gentlemanly manner. The mother
then went into a little family history
and gave dates in ready off-hand
manner, which the conductor was un-
able to offset, and 8-year-old Carrie
was carried free. This was ten years
ago, and the conscience stricken wo-
man now writes to inquire what she
owes the Northern Pacific Railroad
Company. This looks good until she
adds that she hasn't the money at
present to liquidate the Indebtedness,
but hopes to be flush soon, when the
company will receive its just dues
A railroad engineer has always
stood high in our estimation, espec-
tally the man who sits up in front of
ten or twelve big coaches, loaded
with people, who are moving around
like the ducks in spring; seated in a
big ten-wheel speed mill, he does
the right thing at the right time
and you are there. One day last
week, on a Northern Pacific train
running into Fargo from the west,
We happened to be seated with an
engineer, who for thirty years, had
been pulling Passenger trains on the
main line of the Northern Pacific
road. After tying a few knots in the
weather, in order to feed conversa-
-tion, we asked the engineer if he
had accumulated any thrilling exper-
fences. He said that he had never
been killed. or even been in a bad
wreck with the boiler resting on him
and the steam Kissing in his ear;
just why he had escaped, he did not
know, but it was so He told of one
night, when he had been called out
of bed to take jamestown doctor
to a small town on the line. The
case was urgent, and his orders were
to "get there" He had a good en-
CINE and they went down the road a
flying. The doctor sat up in front of
the fireman, and held his peace as
they cut through the night at mile
a minute. He had just whistled for
a crossing, when sight met their
eyes, which was enough to put the
fear in a thousand people, let alone
three. Just ahead of them, drove
of steers were passing over the cross
ing. There was no time to stop and
the only thing to do, was to cut
through them, If possible, and the
throttle went wide open and the big
engine jump over them-but
weht through a little gap, brushing
horns and hair as it rushed by. The
doctor was game, and had grabbed
an iron brace and held on without a
squeal, but he told the engineer at
the first water tank, that he expect
ed to be emptied out among the
cattle. But they arrived at their des-
tination and the Doctors skill saved
a mans life.
Last summer when the black bass
and the mosquitoes were biting, at
tempted to do little fishing near
Perham, MINI. The train stops at
Perham long enough to throw on one
trunk. If there are two trunks to go,
one misses the train. The train stops
at IL o'clock at night. The hotel
man is there to meet you. He is a
short, quiet hotel man; he greets
you. with barn lantern in one hand
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