The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-11-12


above the line and pour out his soul
on note-paper. but to tell il TO the
girl--that was an objectionable sin!
Still, now that the damage was done.
there was no use of vain repining. and
after cursing himself whole.heartedly
Bud turned in for the night. other
days were coming; there we're favors
he might do; and perhaps, as the yes
terdays went by, Gracia would forgive
him for his plain speaking. Even to-
morrow, IL the rebels came back for
more. he might square himself in ac-
tion and prove that he was not a cow
ard. A coward!
II had been a long time since any
one had used that word to him. but
after the way he had knitted dear
Phil" he had to admit he was II. But
dear Phil" II was that which had
set him of.
II she knew how many other girls
but Bud put sudden quietus on that
particular line OF thought As long as
the world stood and Gracia was in his
sight he swore never to speak i'll OF
De Lancey again, and then he went to
sleep.
The men who guarded the casa
grande slept uneasily on the porch.
lying down like dogs on empty sugar
sacks that the women might not lack
bedding inside. Even at that they were
better of. for the house was close and
feverish, with the crying of babies
and the babbling of dreamers, and
mothers moving to and fro.
II was a hectic night, but Bud slept
II out, and at dawn, after the custom
of his kind, he arose and stamped on
his boots. The moist GOODNESS of the
morning brought the odor OF wet
greasewood and tropic blossoms 10 his
nostrils as he stepped out to speak
with the guards, and as he stood there
waiting for the full daylight the mas
ter mechanic Joined him.
He was a full-blooded, round-headed
little man with determined views on
life, and he began the day. as usual.
with his private opinion OF Mexicans.
They were the same uncomplimentary
remarks to which he had given voice
on the day before. for the rebels had
captured one OF his engines and he
knew it would come to some harm.
"A fine bunch OF hombres, yes" he
ended. and may the devil fly away
with them! They took No 3 at the
summit yesterday and I've been lis
tening ever since. Her pans are all
burned out and we've been feeding
her bran like a COW to keep her from
leaking steam. II some ignorant Mex
gets hold OF her you'll hear big noise
-that1l be the last OF No. 9-ber
boiler will burst like a wet bag.
"lf ! was running this road there'd
be no more bran-not since what | saw
over at Aguascalientes on the Cen
trail. One of those bum. renegade en-
CINE drivers had burned out No 743,
but the rebels had ditched four OF our
best and we had to send her out Day
after day the boys had been feeding
her bran until she smelled like dis
tillery. The mash was ooZing out of
her as Ben Tyrrell pulled up to the
station, and a friend OF his that had
come down from the north took one
sniff and swung up into the cab.
ben came down at the word he
whispered-for they'd two OF 'em
blowed up in the north-and they sent
ont another man. Hadn't got up the
hill when the engine exploded and
blew the poor devil to hell! / asked
Tyrrell what his friend had told him.
but he kept it to himself until he could
get his time. It's the fumes. boy
they blow up like brandy-and old No
8 is sour!
She'll likely blow up, too. But how
can We fix her with these ignorant
Mexican mechanics? You should have
been over at Aguas the day they fired
the Americans.
"No more Americanos, says Ma,
dero, let 'em all out and hire Next
cans! The national railroads of Mex
leo must not be in the hands OF for
eigners.'
80 they fired US all in a day and
put q Mexican wood-passer up in the
cab of old No. 313. He started to pull
a string of empties down the track,
threw on the air by mistake, and
stopped her on a dead-center. Pulled
out the throttle and she wouldn't go.
so he gave 1t up and quit.
Called in the master mechanic then
"a Mexican. He tinkered with her
for an hour, right there on the track,
until she went dead on their hands.
Then they ran down switch engine
and took back the cars and called on
the roadmaster-a Mex. He cracked
the nut-built a shoo-fiy around No.
313 and they left her right there on
the main track. Two days later an
American hobo came by and set down
and laughed at 'em. Then he throws
off the brakes. gives No. 3l3 boost
past the center with a crowbar, and
runs her to the roundhouse by gravity.
When we left Aguas on handcar that
hobo was running the road.
"Ignorantest hombres in the world
these Mexieans. Shooting gun or
running an engine. it's all the same
they've got nothing above the eye