Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1914-06-25

steam signal. Sometimes the heavy
engine, trailed by a dozen cars, heav-
lily freighted with huge redwood
trunks, broke its bride, and the en-
gineer mastered by the defective ma
chine and its rebellious brakes tore
madly to destruction on the uneven
|grade. But there is another tone of
Seeming emotion in this inanimate
voice that speaks for the speechless
man. The oily, sombre engine be-
comes an ambulance of mercy, betimes
a funeral train-while the changing
bell and the many voiced whistle note
the dignity Of the mission. The long
whistle vas a message.
The mother ran to the door, shaded
her strained eyes and looked long to-
ward the place from whence came the
signal. The whistle had not paused
in it's appeal, and in this camp the
continuous whistle and the changing
bell meant that room should be made
in the company's hospital, and doctors
and nurses be present to do service.
Over toward the curling smoke that
rolled into the hazy sky. in that trail
Of destruction, she knew her son was
daily risking his immature life. Per-
haps it was he who was injured.
manned for life or killed outright at
a single blow of a falling limb or
a broken steel cable.
She turned. On her care-worn face,
in bold relief, the lines of fretful
worry marked the daily strain. She
snatched her sun bonnet, and tying it
as she went, she fairly ran to the In
Urinary. There were many there be-
fore her. Agen men, infirm, in the
last stages of the riddle of life, leaned
upon shiny canes, With them, forced
back into the rear, were gray-haireH
mothers whose hearts bled with anx-
lefty. Forging into the narrow aper-
ture of the doorway the curious, ig-
norant mass bore heavy on the keep
er. He gave them no satisfaction be-
yond the sting of a curt remark, a
stern request to clear away, as there
was yet "a chance for life, that the
wound was not Sc serious as at first
credited. Boys and girls, even little
children, shouldered their way into
the squirming nudging mob. who
was it? Who's hurt? In the woods
o in the mill?' they clamored.
"A stranger! Can't identify him!
Yes, a dago. Nobody from here. May
live"
Contented, the crowd dispersed. The
mother breathed a sigh of relief and
turned homeward. Once in her own
cottage she wept softly. shedding
tears of deep sympathy for the moth.
er of that lone boy. Although that
mother was of low Italian order, she
too had a heart. But did she dream
OF his sad fate? Yes, she dreamed
of him, she longed for him, but she
was alone. He had wandered into tht
whirlpool of toll, and was even nov
| giving his life to a hard task master
She, uncivilized, cared, the economic
world, civilized, cared not the leasi
for his life, nor did the monopoly
Neither cared for him, and she was
mil.
What about this great industry?
Jump on the train that heralded the
dying stranger. One must hurry tc
catch 1t. because the engineer is anx
ious to keep up to n good rep will
the company, and time has been los
in running with a lone engine. The
pond hasn't any too many logs, ant
the mill must be kept busy. Gef
aboard this shambled steel horse, ant
take a ride to the woods.
At camp No. 10 you must change
from the car to the safer method o
walking. Visitors r not allowed OF
the Shay: merely the men who III it