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

| Hc GSCs hIIleu. IL NODr Ia0Ir,
he meant that ! was calling on him
for men when he couldn t supply them
' heard once - he went on. "about
a fellow named Bartholomew being
mixed up. in massacre. But [ take it
he must have hsen an older man than
our Bartholome#--nor his other name
WASH t Mullen, neither. | disremember
! ]ut what ii was, but il WASH & Mullen. "
We'll. don t say I want to get the
boy killed, Neighbor,' protested. "I
have got plenty 10 answer for. I m here
to run trains-when there are any to
run; that s murder enough for me. Yon
needn t send Bartholomew out on my
account -
"Give him slow schedule. and I'll
give him orders 10 jump early; that =
all We can do. If the strikers don t
ditch him. he II get through somehow -
Jt struck in my crop--the idea Of
putting that boy on pilot engine to
take all the dangers ahead of that par
ticular train; but | had good deal
else TO think OF besides. From the
minute the silk got into the McCloud
| yards, we posted double guards around.
About 10 clock that night we held Il
council of war, which ended in our run
| ming the train into the out freight
! house The result was that by morn
| ing we had n new train made up. tt f,
consisted of fourteen refrigerator cars
| loaded with oranges which had come in
mysteriousIY the night before. 1t was
announced that the silk would be held
| for the present and the oranges rushed
through at once. Bright and early the
| refrigerator train was run down to the
| lcehouses, and twenty men were nnt to
| work icing the oranges At clock,
| McCurdy pulled in the local passenger
with engine los, Our plan was TO can
eel the local and run him right out with
| the oranges. When he got IN, he re-
| ported that the l05 had sprung a tire;
this threw us out entirely. There was
hurried conference in the roundhouse.
"What can YOU dog asked the SUI
perintendent in desperation.
| There's only one thing I can do.
| fut bartholomew Mullen on it with the
A. and ,put McCurdy to bed for No 2
tonight, responded Neighbor.
| We We're running first in first out;
but we took care always TO have some
body for | and . who at least knew
| an injector from an alr-pump
1t was 'clock. I looked into the
locomotive stalls, The first--the only
man in sight was Bartholomew Mullen.
tie was very busy polishing the IA. He
had good steam on her. and the old tub
was Wheeling away as if she had the
asthma. The "a was old; she was home
"; she was rickety; but Bartholomew
Mullen wiped her battered nose as def.
erentially as if she had been a spick
span, spider-driver, tail-truck mail
racer. She wasn't much-the a. But
In those days Bartholomew WASH t much
and the ~ was Bartholomew
How is she steaming, Bartholo,
meWg' ! sang out; he was right in the
middle OF her. Looking up, he fingered
his waste modcstly and blushed through
dab of crude petroleum over his eve.
Hundred and thirty pounds. sir. She g
| terrible free steamer, the old ID. I'm
all ready TO run her out
| Bartholomew "''
Bartholomew Mullen looked at me
me anybody but wiper. SIR said
Bartholomew, in sort of a wouldn y.
that-kill-you tone
The unconscious arrogance Of the how
quite Knocked me; so soon had honors
changed his point of view. Last nipht
despised wiper; at daybreak. an epgi-
neer; and his nose in the air at the
lae3 or taxing on wiper for fireman.
And all so innocent
Would you object Bartholomew, -
fos suggested gently, "to a train-master
81 don, ,'t-think so. sir
Ihank you; because T am poing
doWn 10 GAINESVILLE this morning nv.
Sc ser; and nm !! thought I'd ride with You. You
care - E"0o' uoesn
I smiled; he didn u know rnou
Neighbor took orders from: rom bpt maGm be
thought, evidently, not from me
Then run her down to the oranpes
hartholomeW and couple on, and we II
order ourselves out. See?''
Ihe 44 looked like baby carriaoe
when we got her in front of the refp;g.
| lnweVar n
prellmlnaries we gave verv snnrty
toot, and pulled out. In few minutes |
we were sailing down the yallev
For fifty miles we bobbed ,1oro
wlth our cargo Of iced silk as easy ss
old shoes; for L need hardly explain
that we had packed the silk info the
| Tetrlgerators TO confuse the strikers
try to ditch us "oo'o
| was watching the track az a mouse
would cat, looking every minnie % for
trouble We cleared the gumbo cut
| west Of the Beaver at a pretty pond
clip, In order TO make the grade on tbe
other side. The bridge there is hidden
IN summer by grove Of hackberries. 7 |
mad Just pulled open to cool her bit
when | noticed how high the backwater
was on each side Of the track Sudden
ly felt the fill going soft under fbe
drivers; felt the IA wobble and slow
bartholomew shut off hard. and threw
the air as ! sprang to the window. The
peacetul little creek ahead looked as !
angry as the Platte in April water, and
the bottoms were a lake
Somewhere up the valley there had
been cloudbur5t, for overhead the
sun was bright. The Beaver was roar.
ing over its banks, and the bridge was
out; bartholomew screamed for brakes. |
III looked as II we were against it,
and hard, A soft track TO ston on. (
torrent of storm water ahead, and fen |
hundred thousand dollars worth of silk |
behind, not to mention equipment.
i yelled Mt Bartholomew, and mo- |
toned for him to jump; my conscience
is clear on that point, The 44 was
stumbling along, trying like a drunken
man to hang to the rotten track.
bartholomew - yelled; but he