New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-10-25

ent and unrclcntng,
His mind hung vacIlating dcspairul as he climbed
30 a blind baggage platform that night and huddlcd In
the storm Of cindcr 10 his next gcttng-of place He
scarcely knew whore bee going. ne scarcely cared
He no longer had the spirit 10 snar back m the fireman
who amused himself by occasionally throwing chunks
Of coal al him: but shrunl and hvercd Ike whiprcd
puppy 20 avoid the blows. Dumby ne wondered If
there was a God, and if 80 whether De would eyer give
him another chance. Might not be- easiest ~ lct him
self slip down 20 the steel where the trimmed wheels
changed and rolled like revolving knives,
He was in this desperate mood when The train stopped
at q small station, and q brakeman swearing. ran for.
ward when -ignaIcd by the grinning fireman Detected
and sullcn Jack dropped off on the opposite SIDE anil
colidcd with a man in haste 70 board the train Tt.
latter angrily threw ont p foot 20 himself Jack
trppcd fell hcadlong, and lay unconscious, his head
across the rail.
Lord Almighty" exclaimed the traveller, DIS .r-
pctuous anger turned 20 pity. Il didn't mean ~ <
the poor cuss,7 He straightway and hastily lrago.H
the limp form out II danger and hooked opat ttri brake.
man, who had crossed the platform ami rl# h,f fl.
lantern down over the uptumod face, from one compile
Of which the blood was running 10 70 tiny ra1 stream
"Good" declared the brakeman "No,hn but "a
BUM
The man who had trippcd the boy looked up, showed
his worn miners hat back little then t-aightoncd bis
body and scowlcd. "Nothin bat a bum, oh, AMI
you're glad suppose you'd leave the poor devil her.
with a split head, wouldn't you, Well for one cent IT.
break yours, angrily roarcd the big miner and then
coming 10 a swift conclusion ordered, Here Help
lug him into the smoker did it, and TIT look after
him too Don't you forget that, Pardnor.
II the smoker Big Frank Ford paid through fare 20
Mirogdcn City, the terminal station whittier he h--
self was bound and with dirty handkerchief and water
from the ice cooler ccanscd the face Of Jack Steele and
brought him back 70 consciousness.
at amt a buns face, now that it's washed said
Ford 20 those who stood around and assisted him. 0r
those were rough men, ready with guns or sympa' 90
Jack, bcwildcrcd, shaking, dazed by SO much kind
ness, burst into tears.
There There, Som" said Ford awkwardly. "Yor're
all right now They amt gon % chuck you Of ci'.
you can bet that Just lean back in the corner e-e
and try calm down. Wen talk about 1t by and by
Got plenty Of time-fve or six hours. You'll tco. All
right pretty soon
SO. in the hours Of dawn, there in the dim smoking
car surrounded by shadow uncouth, recumbcnt forms,
Big Ford listened gravcly and sorowiuy and ponderei
long before giving advice.
"Of course he said at last "you were plain cas-ed
fool TO 60 crooked in the first place but there have been
others Next YOU war nothin but boy after al.
They ought TO have thought Of that before chasn You
like a coyote from cump Of sagcbrush TO another.
Takes some thnkin' over, your case does. When we
get to Mirogdcn maybe we'll have made up our minds
what YOU ought to do Now lets try to get wink or
two Of sleep, and don't worry any more about it,
AT Nlirogdcn lived a true relic Of the frontiers, fac
L cctiou,ly known as Apache Tom Wharton having
among his other distinctions that Of being hdcoasy
SCARED on top Of his head where when left for dead IN
Arizona, an Apache brave had scalped him. He was
one Of the most striking and we'll known character #
the Far West and, ike so many fighting adventures,
had been gunman, packer, and prospector Ar.a-.
Tom Wharton was deadly as dynamite. In friend .'p
he was unswcrying in cnmty unrccnting Age anil
wealth had mcllowcd him, for he had pro-pcrcl not