Arizona republican., 1919-04-13

without turning down all grease cups she shows it, too. Wouldn't sell one of those little cups for a thousand dol lers,' as we climb into the cab. One backward glance and he pulls the throttle ever so little-we barely move out to the spur, and old Turk, in an other Baldwin, creeps up behind us and brakeman couples the two together No is heavy and the grade to Gallup stiff one. and yet she must make the run in 12S minutes and l begin to un- derstand why we are using two en- zines.
 Turk gives us the signal to pull out and we roll down to the station and stop near the dripping tanks. With out waiting for the monsters to come to a full stop the firemen are both out testing bearings and valves. Everything is full, O. K. for the run. They are particular to a fault with these giant racers. They chamber back inside again and pile up the roaring furnace fires once more. She blows off con stantly, the steam gauge is so high, but every pound will be used. In the dim light of the desert morning We stand waiting, the steam and black smoke rolling up to the clear sky. The scream of No. 3's whistle is heard far off in the west. The little desert town is so quiet that one may almost hear the pound of the huge driverods on her as she mounts the summit and slides down the shining rails to the town, her head light piercing the gray light of the dawn.
 ''She creeps down through the yards as big black snake might, except for the whistling of her blow offs. and comes to stop a hundred yards be- hlnd us. She is uncoupled and switched l away to the roundhouSe for a deserved rest, and we go back slowly toward the long line of black, sleeping Pull mans. There is a slight jar and we are | hooked up. The immaculate light of l the conductor appears just under our cab step and a bunch of tissue orders | is thrust at our friend. He grabs for flaming torch and reads tous: Seven wagons-Pinto 5:10,' and hands them to the firemen, who jams them into d pocket in his overalls, forgotten for the | moment, so important is this get-a- way.
 l am warned to leave the cab, much to my regret, as no one is allowed to rlde on the engine. I climb down, there Is the flash of a signal, an almost unnouced quiver of the big Compounds, and they move slowly away toward the coming day. As parting word. Jess calls from his lofty seat: Don't you dare forget those two grease cups for my Cad-must have grease, old boy, 1 With ms broad smile. stand and watch her as she tops the horizon, leaving a tnln trail of smoke against the pink shles. lie has promised me three sharp blasts when he goes over the top, and l ilsten-there they are now, drifting
 pack to me across the vast expanse of sage, falnt but clear as a bell, and I start back to the garage, thrilled by this experience of the morning, it leaves me with such an impression of the won derIul system of minutes and seconds and miles, all figured down to perfec- tion.
 At the garage I look theCadillac over for the missing grease cups and thlnk, Here is a particular man-par- tlcular on details, little things. His pig Baldwin shows it and hs big Cad SHOWS II, and away out there on the l desert he is speeding along at 90 miles an hour and wondering whether or not
 | am going to forget to send him two
 little, insignificant things called grease cups that he has lost from his car. He is better mechanician than
 l ana yet I remember him saying
 pack there in the steam and grime o!
 the round-house, Wouldn't take a
 thousand dollars for one grease cup off
 my car The words still ring in my
 ears as he shouted them at me. No
 wonder the Cadillacs run for years and
 years without expensel There must be