The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-06-20

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~ to speed around the Mar
rows. Many locomotives as
have seen and ridden. a new one
&c always a wonder to me; chokes me
~. even. II means 80 much.
] tear men rave over horses n
marvel at II when | think OF the
iron horse. I hear them chatter or
distance. and my mind turns to the
ennihilator. ] hear them brag OF ships
and I think of the ship that ploughs
the mountains and rivers and plains.
And when they talk Of speed--what
can I think of but her.
As the new engine rolled into the
yards my heart beat quicker. Her
lines were too imposing to call strong:
they were massive. yet so simple you
could draw them. like the needle snout
Of a collie. TO a very point.
Every bearing looked precise. every
point lookd supple. as she swept mag
niicently up and checked herself.
painting in front OF us.
Foley was in the cab. He had
been East on a layoff and so happened
TO bring in the new monster, wild.
from the river shops.
She was built in Pennsylvania, but
the fellows on the Missouri end OF
our line thought nothing could ever
safely be pu into our hands until they
had stopped IT en- route and looked
It over.
How does she run. Foley" asked
Neighbor. gloating silently over the
toy.
Cool as an icebox," said Foley,
swineins down. She's a regular sum-
mer resort. Little stif on the hills
yet"
Wen take that out of her" unused
Neighbor. climbing into the cab to
look her over. Boys, this Is UP In a
balloon" he added. pushing his big
head through the cab window and
peerins down at the ninety inch driv-
srs under him..
81 grew dizzy once or twice looking
for the ponies" declared Foley. biting
of a piece OF tobacco. as he hitched
at his o~veralls. she looms like q sky
scraper Say. Neighbor. I'm to get
her myself. amt II" asked Foley. with
his usual nerve.
When McNeal gets through with
NeT, YeS, Tclui Z ANNlSipOi va
giving her a thimble OF steam and
trying h air.
what" cried Foley, affecting sur
prise You going to give her to the
k.d?"
1T am" returned the master me-
chanic unfeelingly. and he kept his
word.
George McNeal. Just reporting for
work after the session in his cab
with the loose end OF a connecting
rod. was invited 10 take out the sky
~scraper-4ss. Class Has she was
listed, and Dad Hamilton OF course
took the scoop to fire her.
They get everything good that's
going" grumbled Foley.
They are good people" retorted
g., Neighbor.
He also assigned a helper TO the old
fireman. It was a new thing with us
then, a fellow with a slice bar TO tickle
the crate. and Dad OF course kicked.
He always kicked. II they had raised
his salary he would have kicked
Neighbor wasted no words. He simply
sent the helper back to wiping until
the old fireman should cry enough.
Very likely you know that a new
engine must be regularly broken, as
a horse is broken. before II Is ready
for steady hard work. And as George
McNeal was not very strong yet he
was appointed TO do the breaking.
For two months ii was a picnic.
Light runs and easy layovers. After
the smash at the Narrows Hamilton
had sort OF taken the kid engineer
under his wing, and II was pretty gen
orally understood that any n who
elbowed George McNeal must reckon
with his doughty old fireman. So the
two used TO march up and down street
together. as much like chums as a
very young engineer and a very old
fireman possibly could be.
They talked together, walked to-
gether and ate together. Foley was as
Jealous as a cat Of Hamilton. because
he had brought George u West and
felt a sort Of guardian interest In that
quarter himself. Really, anybody
would love George McNeal; old Dad
Hamilton was proof enough Of that.
One evening just after pay day ]
raw the pair in the post office lobby
getting their checks cashed. Presently
the two stepped over to the money
order window; a moment later each
came away with a money order.
rs that where you leave your
wealth, Georgie?" I asked. as he came
up TO speak TO me.
Part of it goes there every month
Mr.. Reed he smiled. Checks arr
running light, too. now-eh, dad?"
"A young fellow like you ought tt
be putting money away in the bank.
said l.
We'll, you see I have a bank bacl
in Pennsyivan!a-a bank that is nov
co years old, and getting gray headed
] haven't sent her much since "
been on the relief, so I'm trying Il
make up a little now for my oil
mammie."
Where does yours go, Dad?"
asked.
"Me?" answered the old man, eva
sively. i've got a boy back East
getting to be a big one. too. He's il
schoo.. When are you going to Civ
us a passenger run with the Sky
scraper, Neighbour" asked Hamilton
turning to the master mechanic.
Soon as we get this wheat, up o,
the high line, out of the way" replie'
Eeighbor. We haven't half engine
enough to move 1t. and | get a w!r
about every six hours to move 1t faster
Every siding's booked, clear to Bel
grade. How many Of those 5000