The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-20
Copyright 1909. by Benj. B. Hampton

B.4s:! t: poe%ts .P:ssx S5 Ys7h 4ds Rsss n s E $ after the train had pitched over the summit of the Smokey amused himself the long down grade from the tunnel to the knot-tyng curves in the Boil T with the trajecfory nicely calculated to drop the missiles upon the hunched figure on the platform of Farter along he coupled the hose used for wetting down the Icoal, and by skillfully manipulating the injector contrived to send stream of moderately the tender-also at the effective angle The result was doubtless all that could have 5een has been heated freezes quickly.
 4:nkered. Shockey forgot his victim. But at Split Canyon, the meeting point with the delayed ~Flyer stand the siding, the tramp, crac1ling as If clad 1 in parchment climbed the tank end and slid down ] over the coal to the footplate
 He was tall young fellow, healthily haggard and clear eyed Also, he lacked the submissive cringe of Shockey, balancing himself for the kick propulsive changed his mind, made flaming motions with his 'Now. then; twenty-three for you, Weary Willie swung up to his gangway, torch and oil can in hand the ice-armored young man was saying crisply to back, and I'm cold that think shall have to ask you Diff once twiceust to start the circula- Precisely what took place was very clear, even to Bloodgood, who was shortrange spectator: But
  thrown out among the bystanders the right of way, and the tramp smiling genially and breathing on his chilled fingers, was dropping from the engine The iaugh was on the fat-armed fireman One of the passengers, alert little gentleman in fur-ned overcoat stood Shockey on his feet and whispered rBo you stand for that?-from man twenty pounds lighter than you are ?"
 weight "Le1nme himI Don't let him get awayI' The square .shouldered young fellow who was l 4e7fr T1rn i'm he and he haff1 1t was short and sweet Three times the fireman sound like the smack of hearty kiss and Shockey T gguess Pm It," he .gasped reluctantly, after dhe third catapulting. Whereupon the tramp, still smiling, reached down and picked him up.
 The upcomng fast train whistling the shockey hauled up the steps of the 1926 by his engineer and the tramp found himself confronting the alert little gent!lsman in the fur-ned eoTt What had you been doing?-brake beaning?"
 Same as'' the ofThand reply q the bliud baggage He turned the hose me, and had to warm up some way
 The young man looked around at the bare bleak. mountain wilderness of Split Canyon, brilliantly illuminated at the moment by the headlight of the Ns sGsabIsGPInE S as. Rlass ss2 isn't s he %
 Where are you headed for?"
 Amy old place with houses in it." The alert gentleman turned to the conductor, who was waiting patiently, lantern in hand on me for q pass to cover" he ordered curty; and eFlyer" thundered past "Climb on,' growled the train captain to his new e I soy sIe sdfaynE yoa oa ssgo go wouldn't have got even tie Pass out of MT. detail: What's your name? He'll have to call you something, the pass.
 The vagrant backed into the stove corner of the smoking car and laughed 1ght-heartedly Names 7ie the place; any old handle will do. Suppose we s make oW no will vi w that afE o 2 he ssd d and and while the conductor was making the memorandum: where they going?"
 Conductor HaIkett thought this was palpab1y none iof the traIrps business, and said But having thus put the hobo in his proper place, he gave the irequired information.
 Castle Cliff. They're piek-and-shovel men. for the nc coal branch buildin the Burnt Hills'' lrhe tramos next appearance-also in character-was dr the railroad headquarters building Castle Cliff agents srite time, the following morning. persons Iclcrls-ard the hobo
 ..Is this MT. Reddiclts of5ce7"
 AI want to see him"
 nediatsly recognized the intruder. Oh it's you is Work" said the young man, tersely.
 s'What can you do?" he demanded.
 Anything means nothing. Catalogue it.n
 can sh4rthand % little & and hammsr @ the the keys Ike either"
 'Fumphl You want something bigger; wouldn't begin at the bottom See here: you put up a rather meat pair of hands last night and liked that. But we don't need slugGer. Neither do go to the scrap heap when we need material for this depart 1nent specialize"
 So do l." said the petitioner calmly. "Specializ- ing is my long suit"
 "It is, eh? What makes you think so? Hoboi.g Noesat prove it. You need to have some of the colcc;t taken ort of you, young man"
 Then to :he chief clerk: Arthur, have definitely is7t .at party of miners from the Dolomte QueenF
 
 -5.o1y decided to go t,,e Transcc influential" eTlz-. Is your chance" said the head of the de-