The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-05-04

in fact, he was pounding it into me.
Even the shock and scare of leaving the
track and tearing up the yard had not
driven from Bartholomew s noodle the
most important feature Of our situation.
which was, above everything, to keep
out of the way of the silk train.
I / felt every moment more mortified
at my attempt to shut him off + had
done the trick Of the woman who grabs
the reins. It was even better to tear
up the yard than TO stop for Foley TO
smash into and scatter the silk over the
coal chutes. Bartholomew decision
was one Of the traits which make the
runner: instant perception coupled to
instant resolve. The ordinary dub
thinks what be should have done to
avoid disaster after il is all over; Bar
tholomew thought before.
On we bumped, across frogs, through
switches, over splits, and into target
rods. when--and this is the miracle OF
it all-the l09 got her forefeet on
split switch made contact, and after
q slew or two like begged horse, she
swung up sweet on the rails again, ten
der and all. Bartholomew shut off
with an under cut that brought us up
suffering, and nailed her feet with the
air right where she stood. We had left
the track and pIowed hundred feet
across the yards and jumped on to an
other track. 1T is the only time ] ever
heard OF its happening anywhere, but /
was on the engine with Bartholomew
Mullen when it was done.
Foley choked his train the instant he
saw our hind lights bobbing We
climbed down and ran back. He had
stopped Just where we should have
stood if I had shut off.
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examine it. The contact light (green)
still burned like a false beacon; and
lucky it did, for it showed that the
switch had been tampered with and ex-
onerated Bartholomew Mullen complete
ly. The attempt of the strikers to spill
the silk in the yards had only made the
reputation of a new engineer. Thirty
minutes later, the millicn~dollar train
was turned over to the East End to
wregtle with, and we breathed, all of US,
good bit easier.
Bartholomew Mullen, now a passen.
GER runner who ranks with Kennedy and
Jack Moore and Foley and George Sin
clair himself, got personal letter from
the general manager complimenting him
on his pretty wit; and he was good
enough to say nothing whatever about
mine.
/ We registered LnaG n1gnL ana Wene
to supper together: Foley, Jackson,
Bartholomew and [. Afterwards we
dropped into the dispatcher's office.
Som ething was coming from McCloud,
but the operator to save his Ire couldn It
catch t. I listened minute; it was
Neighbor. Now, Neighbor isn't great
On dispatching trains He can make
himself understood over the poles, but
his sending is like boys saving wood
sort Of uneven. However, though 1
am not much on running yards. claim
to be able to take the widest ball that
was ever thrown along the wire, and
the chair was rendered me at once to
catch Neighbours extraordinary passes
at the McCloud key. They came some
thing like this:
"To Opr. Tell Massacre that was
the word that stuck them all, and
could perceive that Neighbor was talk
ing emphntically. He had apparently
forgotten Bartholomew last name, and
was trying to connect with the one he
had disremembered the night before,
stTell Massacre, repeated Neighbor
Hthat he is all right. Tell him I
give him double mileage for today all
the way through. And tomorrow he
gets the 100 to keep.-Neighb-bor.'