Striking his gait, or, The perils of a boy engineer

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--"What does this inean?" gasped the conductor, gazing down at the two foot to the rails. "Great Scott! It's a hold-up!" cried Joe, &; fou with rifles appeared from the shelter of tho brushwood.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY lawe d Weekl11-B11 Subscrip t fo n $2.6() per year. E n t e r e d according t o Act of Congrega, i n the year W07. in the otflc e of the Librarian of C ono 1eu Wa.hinqton, D. C., b11 F r a n k 7'ouse11, Pub lule r, U Union Squar, New Yo1k. No 101. NEW Y ORK, O CTOBER 18, 1907 PRICE 5 C ENTS. OR, THE PERILS OF A BOY ENGINEER By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTE R I. JOE MANVILLE AND ENGINEER HOBB S "What in thunder are you doin' here?" roared J ason Hobbs, as be swung himself up into the cab of o n e of the big locomotives standing in the roundho use of the G r een River and Darien Railroad "Getting this engine ready to go out," r eplied Joe M an ville, a fine, strapping lad of eighteen, l ooking up at the engineer of No 23. "Oh, you are, eh?" snarled Hobbs "Who told you to d o that?" "Mr. Galway "The master mechanic?" "Yes. "What' s the matter with Benson?" "I believe he's been laid off. "Who told you he had?" "One of th e machinists." "Well, I don't want no boy to fire on my engine Under stand?" "Then speak to Mr Galway about it." "Speak to the Old Scratch about it! howled Hobbs. Get out of the cab "Sorry, sir, but I'm obeying orders "Don't care nothin' abou t you r orders Get off! Joe made no but wen t on with h is work. "Did you hear what I sa id?" "Yes, sir "Then why don't you do a s I say?" "Because I was p u t on this engine to fire, and I'm going to do it unless I get different orders J ason Hobbs glared down at the resolute boy as tho u g h he would liked to have floored him with a blow of his p o n derous fist, but he knew better. He knew in his heart that Manville must have receiv e d orders from headquarters to fire No. 23, or he wouldn't b e t h ere At the same time he rebelled at the idea of having a boy take the place of his crony Benson Besides, he was down on Joe, anyway The boy, after putting in a year as a wiper and general assistant at the roundhouse, had for the past three months been firing a yard engine, run by Abe Morri s a man against whom Hobbs entertained a mortal grudge, and any one who had had any dealings with Morris was obnoxious to the engineer of No. 23. Bes i des, he had an antipathy for boys in general. He didn't like to see them get ahead. T his was especially the case with re spect to Joe Manville, who, on account of liis uncommon smartness and aptitude, had been advanced over the heads of s e veral of the old wipers and firemen. T4:1is had brought down on the lad s head the jealousy and ill will of several of the men he had supplanted He was an ambitious boy, and had gone into the railroad business w ith the intention of getting ah e ad as fast as he coul d H e h a d a widowed mother and sister to support, and he wasn't l ett ing. any opp ortu nities to better himself get away fro m him.


2 STRIKING HIS GAIT. He hoped to become an engineer some day, and the only way to reach that goal was to work for it. His politeness, even disposition, ancl willingness to :make him'Self useful without waiting for direct orders, had made him a general favorite in the yard; but there are some :men who never can or will see things in the right light, and these were the men who cherished a gnidge against the young railroader because he got ahead where they couldn't, although they enjoyed the same opportunity to make good as he did. Birds of a feather flock together, and Jason Hobbs chummed in with that kind of :men who could see no good in smart boys. Consequently, he was ever to back up any grievance cherished by il1e kindred spirits in whose company he passed much of his off time. Joe Manville's luck in getting advanced was often the subject of discussions in his presence, and though he him self had nothing against the boy, he disliked him on gen eTal principles, anyway. Now it appeared that Joe had been promoted to a steady job as fireman, otherwise he wouldn't have been put on No. 23, which hauled through freight over the Mountain Divi sion, between Green River and. Dalmatia. "I suppose you're one of the old man's pets," sneered Hobbs, as he proceeded to don his overalls and jumper, still undecided in his own mind what to do about this new and undesirable .fireman. He knew there wasn't any use complaining to the master mechanic at that stage of the game, for his sharp eye could detect no fia.w to pick in Joe's preliminary work. "I never heard that Mr. Galway had any favorites," re plied Joe, quietly. "Oh, you're mighty innocent, ain't you? Do you s'posc he'd put a boy like you on this engine if you wasn't a fa vorite of his ?" f'Why not, if he thinks I understand my business?" "I don't believe you understand how to fire worth sour apples." "I've fired for Abe Morris--" The mention of that man's name to Hobbs was like wav ing a red flag before an angry bull. Ile swore like a trooper for several moments, and con signed Morris to a pretty warm locality. "That's one reason why I don't want you on my engine," he said, "I don't want anybody 'round me who has been hclpin' that cuss." "I'm Rorry you hold that out against me. I don't see that Mr. Morris has anything on you. He's only a yard engineer, while you're--" "Humph!" growled Hobbs, somewhat mollified by the subtle bit of flattery conveyed by Joe's words. "So you're willin' to admit that he isn't in my class, eh?" "I've heard that you were one of the best engineers on the road," went on Joe, following up his cue. "I reckon I am," nodded Hobbs, complacently, regarding his new fireman with more favor, for Joe had hit upon his weak point. "When Mr. Galway told me I was to fire for No. 23 I was glad to hear it, because I want to work under a first-class man." "That's where your head is level, young feller. I could make an engineer out of you in no time if I chose to help yo11 along. What did Morris say about me while you was with him?" "Nothing." "Nothin' !" growled Hobbs. "Don't you try to hood wink me, for it won't go. He's always knockin' me. Calls me a pounder." Jason Hobbs had that reputatio:m. through the yards, and the boy knew it. He had spoiled the chances of more than ope fireman who had been put on his engine by ways that are dark, but which every engineer understands. "' There was no way of getting Lack at him, either. Ile could run his engine so >'he woulcl lose time in spite of the best efforts of the most capable fireman. The victim might know it, too, but he couldn't help him self. The report at the end of the run would show against him, and that counted. Joe hadn't told the exact truth when he said to Mr. Hobbs that he was pleased when he found he had bee n assigned to No. 23. As a matter of fact he would rather have been attached to any other engine in the company's service. He knew that Hobbs would be prejudiced against him from the start, and he thought he saw his finish in advance. J oc felt that his only show lay in dealing diplomatically with the engineer He had heard that Hobbs liked to he flattered above all things, and he determined to make the most of the man's weakness. "I never heard Mr. Morris call you a pounder," Joe. "It's my opinion that a man of your superior ability as an engineer would scorn to be a pounder." "Now you're t:ilkin' sensible," replied Hobbs. "I could break any :fireman that ever shovelled coal. I could do it in one trip between here and Darien. But, unless I had my knife into him real hard, I wouldn't." "That's what I thought," answered Joe. "Young man, maybe we'll get on together, after all. I won't sa.y but I took a grouch ag'in you because you got on faster than I thought you ought to. Some of the boys think the same, and they've'pullcd you to pieces for it. I rockon, however, you are pretty smart-smarter than a lot of the chaps, and that accounts for it. If I find yon can hold your end up, I won't allow anybody to knock you while you're with me. Understand?" "Y cs, sir." "Now, we'll run out on the table. Ring." The engineer glanced at the gauge, Joe pulled the bell rope and then Hobbs opened up a bit and let off the brake. No. 23 ran out of the roundhouse, and was switched on to a certain track down which she ran backward to the long freigM shed, where she was coupled to the train of box and flat cars waiting to be carried over the :mountains to Darien. CHAPTER II. FIRING A FREIGHT. At length Hobbs got the signal to go ahead. He gave the throtlle a pull, the steam shot into the cylin -


STRIKING HIS GAI'l1 <"' ders, the ponderous wheels began to turn, and the long train "Yes, sir. I've studied a book on locomotive engineerbegan to move toward the entrance of the yard. ing." Part of Joe's duty was to pull the bell rope until the train "H1unph Stud yin' books ain't no good; what you want got beyond the town limits. to do is to study an engine, then you'll learn somethin'." He did not forget to watch the steam gauge to see that Nevertheless, Hobbs was curious to know what the boy it did not drop off. had learned from his book. He was determined that Hobbs should have all the steam He asked him a whole lot of questions, and.was more than he wanted. surprised by the ready answers that Joe returned. Therefore, as the train pulled up the valley toward the In spite of his reading, a large part of these questions distant mountain range he got down to and swung would have been like so much Greek to the boy, but for the his shovel as regular as clock work at frequent intervals. practical information he had gleaned from Abe Morris. Firing any engine is no fool job, but it is particularly Hobbs, however, took it that his young fireman liacl arduous work to keep steam up on a .big locomotive that is gained all his lmowledge out of books, and he was ra.faer pulling a heavy freight train, especially on an up-grade. astonished. Hobbs had little to say after the train got under way. He had never read a book on the subject, nor any other He leaned one a .rm on the cab window, kept his head out subject, for that matter, for he entertained a contempt for the window and his eyes and attention on the track ahead. such modes of instruction. He had recovered from his ill-humor, and Joe began to He had worked his way from a wiper to his present pohope that things would work smoothly for him. sition through the ordinary practical channels, and he was A couple of miles out of Green River they passed a ga n g ready to swear, and with some truth, that such was the only of section hands working on the road. way anyone could become an engineer. Joe knew the foreman of the gang and waved his hand to After catechising Joe till he was tired, he rather grudg him. ingly admitted to himself that there might be some gooLl The man was surprised to see the :firing on a in books when backed up by practical experience run and stood stock still, staring at him. Hobbs relapsed into a long spell of silence again, anJ The train swept by and Joe began to swing his shovel Joe divided his time between glancing out of the cab winagain. dow on his side, whistling for crossings and shovelling coal "HO'\V long have you been on the road, Manville?" asked into the furnare's greedy maw, mostly the latter, for it Hobbs, speaking almost for the first time since leavin g the seemed the boy that, like Oliver Twist," it was always yal'd. asking for more, and the moment it was neglected the gaug e "About sixtee n months, sir." called attention to its voracious appetite. "And you've been firing in the yard thl'ee ?" It was not a particularly warm day, but the heat of th e "Yes, sir." furnace and the violent exercise of coal-heaving brought "Expect to be an engineer some day, I s'pose," said the perspiration out in great drops on the boy's face. Hobbs, with an odd gl'in. He was not used to such a continuous performance, and "I hope so." by the time the train was :fifteen or twenty miles west of "Did Morris give you any points?" the engi neer went on Green River nobody could tell him that he had not been with an ominous growl. doing the work of his life. "A few." His arms ached from elbow to wrist, but there was no "Let you run the engine up and down the yard occasuch thing as a let-up in his labors till the engine was 1 sionally, eh ?" brought to a standstill at a water tank and coal station. "Yes, sir." Then he had to catch the dangling pipe, swing it over, "That was about all, I s'pose ?" / insert the hose end into the well of the tender and start "No. He posted me on a good many points." the water on. "For instance?" grinned Hobbs, malevolently. While he was thus employed Hobbs took out his pipe, Joe had been well coached by Abe Morris, and could run filled and lighted it, and lay back on his seat with a look of a locomotive better than most firemen, but he saw by Hobbs' content look that he had better not admit the extent of his knowlA few minutes later he pulled ahead to the coal shute, edge, so he mentioned only a few things he had l earned where another job awaited the perspiring young fireman. from Morris, and those of the least importance. Joe was satisfied that he was earning his wages that day, "Humph!" growled Hobbs, with a look of satisfaction but there was worse ahead when the train took the lon g "That lobster didn't hurt himself with what he put you on up-grade into the mountain range. to. Mebbe I kin do better'n that in case we hitch." The firebox door and Joe's shovel was kept on a continu-Had Joe enlarged on what he had learned from Morris, ous swin g to maintain steam up to the required mark, until Hobbs would never have taken any interest in putting him Hobbs whistled for the switch at a long siding, where the wise to many things that would have been useful for the freight had to wait for a west-bound passenger train that young fireman to h."'Ilow. was following them. "I should like to learn all I can," said Joe, slamming the Joe was mighty glad to get a rest, though he would have furnace door shut after several minutes of brisk shoveling. been ashamed to have admitted the fact. "I know considerable about a locomotive and the handling Hobbs regarded him with a malicious kind of grin as of one from a theoretical point of view." j he pulled up at the further end o.f the siding. "Huh I Been readin' it out of books, I s'pose ?" "I reckon you know you've been workin'," he chuckled.


i STRIKING HIS GAI T. "That's what I expect to do," replied the boy, cheerfully. "Firin' a freight engine ain't' a bed of roses, is it?" "No," admitted Joe. "Wait till you git further up the mount'ins, and mebbe you'll feel like askin' to be put back in the ya.rd." "No, sir," replied the boy, squaring his jaw. "You'll nev e r hear me squeal over hard work." "We' ll see, we'll see," chuckled Hobbs, sucking at his pipe. "I like your grit, anyway," he' added after a pause "I dunno why I like you I didn't mean to I don't mind tellin' you that I didn't intend that you'd come this way twice with me." "Why not?" "Because I didn't want you OJ'.\ the engine "I may not be on over a week, anyway." "Who said so?" "No one, but I'm sure I'm only filling in for Benson "Benson be blowed !"returned Hobbs, much to Joe's surprise. "I reckon I don't want him no more. Yori seem to be good enough for me You know how to keep yom tra. p closed till you're spoken to. Benson was always shootin off his jaw. He's a lush, too." As Hobbs could crook his elbow as well as the next one when off duty, Joe was rather astonished to hear the en gineer refer to his old crony as a lush. He hardly knew what to make of Hobbs He had faced about in a most remarkable way that morn ing. As far as Joe could make out Hobbs was treating him un commonly decent so far for him. It was not at all like him, and the boy wondered how long this would last. Hobbs got out his oil can and descended from the cab to oil some of the cups. Joe took another and walked out througl1 the narrow window on to the equally narrow platform that along side the long boiler, and oiled up some'of the parls in that direction. While they were thus employed the whistle of the pas seng er was heard down the track, and p:resently she came spinning a.long. The train passed the freight at a thirty-mile clip on the up-grade, and as soon as she was past the siding the switch man opened the track for the waiting train. Joe resumed his coal shoveling and Hobbs pulled out onto the main track. From that point on to the summit of the range., through some of the wildest kind of mountain scenery, the young fireman had his work cut out for him. Rest only came when the freight got on the down-grad e toward Mountain View, where another stop had to be in order to leave a clear track for the west-bound express CHAPTER III. IN WHICH ENGINEER HOBBS COTTONS TO JOE MANVILLE. "Hello, Joe," said Sam a husky, plain-looking lacl, who had just been promoted from a wiper's work to Manville's former job of firing Abe Morris' camelback en gine. "When did you get back?" "Last night, about ten," replied Joe. "Your run ta kes you to Dalmatia?" "That's right'." "You've got the hardest work on the line, over the moun tains." "You can bet it's hard, but I guess I'll get used to it 11fter a while." "You expect to ho l d on, then?" "Why not?" "Well, you ought to be able to guess what I mean. You've been put on No. 23 with Hobbs." "What of it?" replied Joe, coolly "What of it? Suffering sixpence! One would think yoU:'d just come on the road You knowawhat Hobbs' reputation is?" "Yes. "And he chums with a push that's dead sore on you, which makes matters worse "Think so?" "Do I think so? You've got a load of friends in the yard, old man, but there isn't one who expects to see you hold your job over two or three trips." "Have they got suc)l a bad opinion of my abilities as that?" "It isn't that, as you ought to know. It's Hobbs. He'll break you as sure as your name is Joe Manville." "He will?" "Yes, he will. Did you get in on time at Dalmatia?" "To the minute "And wasn't you reported for anything?" "Not to my knowledge Sam whistled softly and looked at his friend pretty hard. Evidently he was surprised. "How about the return trip? How did things go?" "I haven't any kick to make "Didn't you have any trouble keeping up steam?" "No more than I might expect over a tough grade." "And you got here on time?" "We did." "You don't mean to say tha.t you didn't have any trouble with Hobbs at all?" "'l'hat's what I mean to say." "Well, upon my word, if that doesn't beat the Dutch!" ejaculated Sam, scratching his sandy head, while a puzzled look rested on his good-natured features. The two boys, who were great chums ever since they be came acquainted in the yard, had met at one of the doors of the roundhouse. Both were on the way to begin their day's duties-Sam to get No. 16 ready for her day's work in the yard, and Joe to prepare No. 23 for. her next trip to Dalmatia, which was the end of what was known as the Mountain Division. The second, or Western Division, went on to Darien, the terminus of the road where it formed a junction with the A. & P. trunk line, for points further south and west. Joe's promotion to firing on the freight had been a great surprise to Sam, as it had been to Joe himself. There were a score of other firemen in the yard whose e x perience and length of service would seem to have entitled them to precedence over Manville when there was an open ing, and yet the master mechanic turned them all down in favor of the boy' Sam was glad to learn that his friend had been ad vanced, although h e remained a wiper still himself.


STRIKING HIS GAIT. 5 He was moie glacl, however, when he found himself I The boys then separated and went to their respective singled out to fill Joes late job on No. 16 engines to get them ready for business. But when he heard that Manville had been put on No. The wipers about the roundhouse and not a few of the 23, which was Hobbs' engine, he felt that his chum was up machinists were full of cu r iosity to learn the outcome of against it hard, and that his days on the through freight Joe's first trip on No. 23. were almost certain to be few. Several of them came u p and inter r ogated the boy as he It wouldn t take Hobbs more than a trip or two to do up went about his work. Joe, or any other fireman that he didn't want on his enWhat they learned surprised them as much as. it had gine, and his antipathy towards new :firemen, not to speak done Sam. of boys, was well known throughout the yard. One chap, who had been a wiper ever since he came into Sam had been anxious to meet his chum as soon as he the company's service, that was five years since, and seemed got back from Dalmatia in order to find out how he had destined to stay a wiper as long as he remained in the yard, fared during his first run, expecting to hear the worst, for shook his grizzly head in an ominous way. one of the wipers had overheard the scrap between Hobbs "Hobbs is just playin' with yer, like a cat does with and Joe when they met first on the locomotive, as detailecl a mouse," he said, solemnly. "He }iai;n't got his repertation fa the opening of our story, and he had circulated the news, as a pounder for nothin', mark ye. Many a good chap he's so 1.hat there was not a man about the roundhouse who did sent up salt river to my knowledge, and .don't ye imagine not see Manville's finish. yer goin' be an exception. If ye get through the balance of 'l'herefore, when Joe along, looking as serene and the week it's more:n I think ye will." undisturbed as a boy well could, and, in reply to Sam's "I clon't intend to give 1fr. Hobbs any chance to :find questions, had stated that nothing had happened to upset fault with me," replied Joe, pausing a moment in his work. his chances of a continuous service in his new position, "Yer don t have to give him a chance. He'll find one was decideclly himself, never fear He'll do ye, as sure as the sun shines. Joe laughed at the peculiar expression on Sam's face l{e's the cussedest chap that evel'--" "So you thought my name was mud, did you?" "Hold on, Snorkey," interrupted .Joe. "Don't run a man _"I don't understand how you pulled through so well," redown behind his back Mr. Hobbs is all right, and until he piled Calder. "Maybe the old villain is only holding back treats me unfair I won't stand to hear him abused so as to give you a bigger jolt when you aren't expecting it." It happened that Jason Hobbs had approached his loco"I don't think so," replied Joe. "If he is up to such a motive unobserved by either Manville or the wiper game he's a past-master in the art of di s simulation." He overheard the remarks made by Snorkey, and the "But you had a run-in with him before you left the reply given by the boy. roundhouse, didn't you?" He slipped up and, grabbing the \viper by the neck of his "Who told you that?" shirt, swung him around till they stood face to face. "Frank Daly. He says he heard Hobbs jump on you "So you think I'm pla.yin' with the boy, do you? Think like a carload of bricks, and order you out of the cab. ,, I mean to do him, eh, you flannel-mouthed lobster? Call "I won't deny it I I didn't leave, just the same me n. pounder, will you? I've a good mind to break every "Of course not. How could you when you had your or bone in your body. And I will, too, if I ever hear another But the boys expected that Hobbs would do you on word out of your trap. Git, now.You ain't got no busi the trip to Dalmatia." ness around this engine. Git, be.fore I pulverize you!" He flung the wiper from him, sending the man stagger "He made no attempt to injure me in any way. In fact, ing against the drivers of a nearby engine, and then grab as. far as appearances go, he seems' to have taken quite a bing the cab handles swung himself up and, without notic shme to me. He told me on the run back that if Benson ing Joe, even 80 much as to say good morning, which had is put back on his engine he'll raise a howl to the master b l d f h ,, never een 1is custom towar any o his firemen, he comant to don his working clothes wonders will_ cease I you needn't be Joe turned away and continued his work, while Snorkey afrmd that Benson :v-111 mterfere with you. He came into slouched away from the spot. the yard drunk agam to-day, and was told to put in his Hobbs remained silent a lonO' time that morning until f b ime. the train pulled in at the first coaling station "Then he's been discharged?" When Joe had pushed. the coal shute back out of the way "That' s what he has and was about to return to his side of the cab, the engineer "I'm not surprised. He's had warning enough." stopped him "He wanted to know who went o\l.t in his rlace on No. 23, "Here," he said, with a smothered growl, "see if you and when he learned it was you, I beard he swore like a pikin run her out rate, and made threats against you and the road, too Then he stepped away and gave up the lever to the aston He'll find himself in jail if he doesn't look out." ished boy. "If I was you I'd look out for him. He's nothing to Joe looked at him, as if he could hardly believe his ears, be proud of when he's sober, but he's as wicked as sin's back and then he stepped ini.o the engineer's place an.d pulled the door when he's full of bad whiskey. He might try to do throttle. you an injury.". It was no new experience for him, for he had run Abe "I'm not afraid of him." Morris' camelback many a time, yet at that moment he "That's all right, but I advise'you to be on the safe side." ; recalled the startling sensation that had come over hinc. the


. 6 STRIKING HIS GAIT first time he tried the trick under Abe's eye when he felt the engine start the instant he touched the throttle. Then, though he had a general idea how the locomotive ought to be handled, he had felt much confused. The throttle, reverse-lever and brake seemed to be in each other's way, and he could not find them with his hands without looking for them. It was different now. With the coolness of a veteran he ran the train out on the main track and gradually gave steam on the up-grade. Hobbs watched him narrowly and :finally gave an approv ing grunt "You'll do, youngster. You've got it in you," he said_, gruftly. "I'll make an engineer out of you before I've done with you. And that lobster said I meant to do you." With that he seized the shovel and began to hurl coal in the furnace like he used to do years back, when he was still a .reman. CHAPTER IV. JOE MAKES A THRILLING RESCUE. Hobbs allowed Joe to handle the engine for some time. He also gave the boy a lot of instruction that was very valuable to him. In fact, he showed much interest in the young fireman, and got on very friendly terms with him. Altogether, Joe had accompli shed the remarkable feat of getting on the right side of the ha.rdest engineer in the service, something that no other :fireman had ever in doing. And this meant more for Joe than he had any idea ofit was really the making of him as a first-class engineer. He learned many things from the man that he might never have picked up himself in a lifetime, and which were of great use to him when he became an engineer. '11he freight teached Dalmatia at nine in the evening, and after supper at the boarding-house, frequented by the rail road men who had to lay over night in that town, Hobbs tried to induce Joe to accompany him to an adjacent sa loon. "You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Hobbs. I don't drink nor smoke, and I don't care to learn." "I can't say that I blame you, Joe," he said, approvingly; "but you're bound to come to it if you remain in the rail road business." "Why?" "Because you'll often be overworked, and you'll have to take a nip to keep your strength up." "I intend to keep as healthy as I can, and I guess a hea1thy man can hold out without taking to booze." Hobbs sh ook his head as if he didn't agree with his young :fireman. "You'll find that there will come times when you're kept on the steady grind for the whole twenty-four hours, and sometimes longer. Then you'll know what it means to be fagged out. That's the time you'll be tempted to take a glass of whiskey to brace up on. It will put new life in you, and steady your nerves when they need steadyin'. When you see how it tones you up, and clears your befogged brain, you'll get into the ha.bit of takin' it whenever you're knocked out, and by and by you won't think nothin' of it." "Yes, that's the trouble. A man 1:iegins because he thinks he must have a stimulant, and he goes on taking it when he doesn't need it until it gets to be a regular habit to take it at all times." "That's a fact," admitted Hobbs. "But when about every chap you know takes his bitters pretty regular, if you don't join in it look s odd and unsocial like." "I don't think it is necessary to drink in order to be social, Mr Hobbs," said Joe. "Yes, it is. When you're in a cr01Wd and everybody lines up at the bar but you, just think how it looks." "You can avoid that by keeping away from the saloon "But all the boys go there to talk and swap stories and experiences If you stay away you'll be out in the cold_, and first thing you know the men will fight shy of you. Your stayin' away will give them the idea that you think yourself above them, and if they get that in their heads vou'll make enemies instead of friends." "I don't believe your argument holds good except with a certain class of men. You've got to admit that drink holds many a man down. Drink cost your late :fireman his job. I know lots of men who have lost their positions in the yard through it. No man can do his best work when under the influence of liquor." "That may be, Joe, but it's pretty hard to teach an old dog new tricks." "Well, if a fellow doesn't learn to crook his elbow when he's young there's a good chance that he won't be so easily led away afterward. I'm only a boy, and what I say prob ably doesn't cut much ice with older heads, but I'm opposed to drinking first, last and always. I don't mean to begin, and I promise you I shall stick as fast as cobbler's wax to that resolution." "I hope you will, Joe. I wish I could break away from it, but I can't, and .that' s all thcrlis to it. I never get exactly full, but I often get severa l sheets in the wind, and it doesn't do me any good, for I feel ugly, and do things I oughtn't to do. I might be on the express now, at better wages, if I could keep sober all the time. But what's the use of talkin ? The cmse is on me, and some day it may be the death of me." With those words Hobbs walkf?d out of the room, and five minutes lat er was holding his end up at the neare s t sa loon. Next morning No. 23, hauling the east-bound freight, pulled out of the Dalmatia yard and headed for the range and Green River. Hobbs looked seedy about the eyes and was not inclined to talk. He had taken more than his usual quantity of spirits the night before, besides several bracers that morning, anu though that didn't seem to interfere with his efficiency as an engineer, it did not improve him in the least. The train was running at an eighteen mile clip across the level country that shone bright and clear in the ray:> of the morning sunshine. They were rounding a sweeping curve that ended at a stout timber bridge across a side creek that took its rise somewhere to the north and eventually emptied into the North Fork of the Green River.


STRIKING HIS GAIT. ==============================------As the locomotive opened bridge, Joe, who was looking straight ahead, gave a gasp of consternation. A little girl of five years was standing in the middle of the bridge with her back to the approaching freight, looking down into the water. With great daring for a child o:f her years, she had le:ft the footpath on one side and walked out to her present perilous position. Hobbs saw her at the same moment, whistled down brakes, and reversed the drivers, but he knew well enough that the locomotive could not be brought to a stop before reaching the spot where the child stood. The long line of freight cars bumped up against one another with a harsh, grinding sound, and their combined impact against the bumper of the tender shoved the locomo tive forward and caused the drivers to loose their grip on the rails. The child heard the whistle, looked up in a startled way, and then stood as if fascinated, gazing at the ponderous leviathan gliding down upon her. Hobbs, his :face pale as a sheet and his eyes protruding from their sockets; continued to whistle in order to scare the child from the track. It seemed to be useless. Joe, after his first sensation of consternation, sprang out of the window ahead, ran along the footboard, supporting himself by the brass hand-rail, tlll he reached and stood on the bumper to vthich the pilot was bolted. From that point he waved his left mm energetica.11y and shouted to the child to step onto the north track. She either didn't understand him, or was incapable of movement, for she remained in her perilous situation. Apparently the little one's fate was sealed The train could not be stopped before reaching her. At that moment a thrilling scream broke on the air. A young girl of perhaps sixteen came dashing towards the bridge. She had heard the shrieking tif the whistle and then caught a glimpse of the approaching train. At the same time she had made out the child in the middle of the bridge. As the little one happened to be her sister, who had elnded her watchful eye, and :for whom she was looking, she rushed frantically forward, hoping to be in time to snatch the child from the track. But she was too far away to be of any use in that direc tion. Then it was that Joe Manville formed a 1 sudden reso lution. He had hea .rd of the thing having been successfully done before, but at the best it was a perilous undertaking for him. He let himself down on the pilot till his eet rested on the narrow piece of steel that formed the half-diamond shaped border of the heavy spokes. Then he locked one arm around the pilot..brace and bent down anc1 forward. His intention was to clasp the chilcl with his other arm and haul her upward. The act had to be executed with great expertness or the child and Joe himself were likely to be drawn under the lo comotive in the fraction of a moment, anc1 crushed to pieces. Joe, however, wasn't thinking of his own peiil. All his thoughts were centered on averting the threatened catastrophe, and saving the child's life. Hobbs couldn't seewhat his fireman was doing from his place in the cab, as the boy was hidden by the long boiler. He threw his bent arm across his eyes to shut out the encl as the locomotive glided do, wn on the child, while he muttered something between an oath and a prayer. 'l'he moment passed, but there was no cnmching jolt as the engine sped on. At the critical second Joe caught the child and threw himself back against the pilot. T he locomotive swept on at gradually decreasing speed until it came to a stop opposite the crouching figure of the litLlc girl's sister, who, with wildly distended eyes, had witnessed the little one's thrilling rescue a.t the last moment. CHAPTER V. DANGER .A.HEAD. As Joe stepped down from the pilot with the child, unharmed, in his arms, the girl by the roadside sprnng for ward with extended arms and rriet him half way. "Nellie, my darling sister!" she cried) as Joe placed the, frightened little one on its feet. "You are not hurt, are you?" Nellie hugged close to her big sister and began to cry She had had the scare of her young life, but otherwise she was all right. "How shall I ever thank you enough," cried the girl, clasping Joe by the hands. "You saved my sister's life. She would have been killed-crushed under the locomotive, but for you." "That's all right," replied the young :fireman. "I am glad I was able to do it." "You are so brave! You might have been killed your self." "It happened that I wasn't, so it's all right." "You will tell me your name, won't you?" "My name is Joe Manville." "Mine is Emily Harford. We live at that farmhouse yonder. Do you come up and clown the road regularly? I suppose you must, as you are attached to the locomotive.' "Yes, I'm fireman of No. 23. I live in Gteen "Father will want to see and thank you for saving little sister." "Oh, it isn't necessary, Miss Harford. I only did my duty." The conductor now up from the caboose to see why the train lmd been brought to a stop. Joe explained the situation to him, and the official com plimented the boy on his heroic deed. "You have saved the company a whole lot of trouble and expense," h12said "When I turn in my report I will see that your conduct receives the recognition it deserves. Return to the cab now." "Good-bye, Miss Harford," said Joe, raising his cap. "I hope I may have the of seeing you again." "You must call and see us i you can rad the chance. Promise me you will." "I will be glad to, if circumstances should permit."


.. 8 STRIKING HIS GAIT. J oc climb e J into the cab, and Hobbs, having received the sign a l to proceed, started the engine. Miss Harford waved her han.d at Joe, and Lhe boy re .turne d the salute, until the locomotive was some distance ahead. "She's a mighty nice girl," thought the young :fire1tlan. "I should like to know her better." H e was conscious that Emily Ha1:ford was one of the prettiest young ladies he had ever met, and he felt pleased that he had l acquitted himself so deditably before her eyes. She was bound to think well of him after what he had done, and he felt sure that he wouldn"t forget her in a. hllTry. His reflections wer8"soon broken in upon by the engineer, who had been immensely relieved when he saw Joe step down from the pilot with the little girl in his arms. He understood at once how the boy had saved the child, and he felt like hugging him on the spot, for ii is a dreadful thing to an engineer to run down a human being. "You're a plucky boy, Joe," he said "So you went out on the pilot and picked her up?" "Yes," the boy. "It was the only chance of saving her." "Right you are. My heavens! I sha ll not soon forget how I felt when I thought I saw her go under the engin e I should have had the nightmare for life if I had killed her. Blame these kids What right have they to get in front of a train?" he added, angrily. "I sha'n't feel like myself durin' the rest of this trip." He mumbled and growied for several minutes and then relapsed into silence, while Joe grabbed the shovel and be gan throwing coal into the furnace. Hobbs speeded the engine up to thirty-five miles or more to make up for lost time, for he had to make a siding some miles ahead to get out of the way o:fl a passenger train that was almost on them from Darien There was no grade on that side of the siding, and the freight hummed along at a lively gait. The passenger train was in sight when Hobbs whistleu for an open switch. The caboose of the long freight had barely passed out of the main track and the switchman had closed the switch be-fore, with a rush and a roar, the passenger flew by. Hobbs noticed that the last car displayed two small red flags which signified that another train was following, so, of course, he had to wait on the siding till that passed, too. An hour later they stopped at a water station to take on coai and water a.nd then started to climb the grade up the mountains. "Who was that gal you were talkin' to at the bridge?'' said Hobbs, speaking for the fiT"St time in nearly two hours. "That was the sister of the little one we nearly ran down," replied Joe. where they Ol1ghin't to. I'd lik e to spank a littl e se nse i nto that one. Where does she live?" 'In that big farmhouse that stands well back from the road a quarter of a mile from the bridge." Joe turned away to shovel more fuel, and while he was thus engaged he noticed Hobbs take a small, flat flask out of his breast, unserew the metal cap and take a long swallow of its contents. This wasn't the :first time he had done it s ince leaving the bridge, but it was the :first time that Joe had caught him -at it. The boy slammed the furnace door and, leaning on his shovel, said : "Is that whiskey, Mr. Hobbs?" he asked. The engineer hastily returned the fl.ask to his pocket and scowled at Joe. He knew that the boy had it in his power to report him, in which event he was likely to be called on for an explan ation, with the strong probability of a layoff to follow, if not a discharge, for the compaily's rules were very strict on that point. "If I were you I'd throw that fl.ask out of the window," said Joe, quietly. "I've got to somethin' to brace up my nerves. They're all gone since that affair at the bridge. If you report me I'll--" Hobbs' eyes were bloodshot, his voice was thick, and his face ugly. "You know I won't report you, or at least you ought to know it." "I've treated you right, so you ain't got no call to," al most snarled the man. Joe saw he was in no shape to talk to, and made no repl y He also saw that Hobbs was driving the engine at a higher rate up the grade than was customary at that point. "More coal, the gauge is droppin'," said the engineer, thickly. Joe glanced at the gauge and saw that it was not drop pin g, but he found he had to work hard e r to keep s team up to the mark. He looked doubt.fully at Hobbs, who was swaying s ome what in his seat, and gave oth e r indications that the liquor he had imbibed was taking complete pold of him. With a drunken engineer at the throttle the boy began to fear some mishap. Hobbs soon began to mutter unintelligibly. he turned ru:ound and glared malevolently at hi s fireman. The whiskey he had drunk aroused all the bad impulses of his nature. A.s the moments by he pulled the throttle out fur ther until but for the 11eavy weight No 23 was dragging up the mountains the train would have been racing at express speed. "Humph! I thought she was a relative. of course, for savin' the kid's life?" Thanked you, As it was, the freight was humming along at a clip that "Yes. She was very grateful.'' "I should think she would be. What was the kid doin' out on the bridge?" "I suppose she was looking down into the water." astonished the conductor and crew. Suddenly, with a hollow roar, the train plunged into one of the tunnels that traversed a spur of the range. The grade was very slight in it, and the cars acquired additional speed "She could have done that as well from the footpath," grow l ed the engineer. "But young ones will always go It was like passing through the fabled caves of Ereb us, the dar1::ness was so intense during that short run.


STRIKING HIS GA.IT. 9 The train soon dashed out into the open air, circled a of the ridge, and then hurry on and stop the express on the pronounced curve at a speed contrary to regulations and up-grade. plunged into a seconu tunnel beyond. When he saw the freight coming up not far away he rant Joe was now decideuly nervous over the actions of forward shaking out the danger signal and waving it. engineer, and there wasn't any doubt but that the train Hobbs paid no attention to it ancl Joe's hair rose. hand.s felt that something was up. The boy shook the engineer and pointed ahead at the When the freight came out of the second tunnel it enman with the flag. countered a s teep grade, which the train climbed in fine "Don't you see the danger signal?" he palpitated t' Shut style, but Joe was kept on the hustle wiih the coal shovel, off, Mr Hobbs." for Hobbs was continually blinking at the gauge and glow-Hobbs' answe1 was to strike Joe a swinging blow that ering at the boy. sent him reeling back against the other side of the cab.' The engineer finished the bottle and flung the flask' out Joe recovered himself almost immediately, but he felt of the window. / there was a crisis at hand and that he must act on his own He had the throttle out to its widest limit and kept the responsibility. sand running so that the drivers would take hold right Hobbs was clearly in an irresponsible condition, and the along. boy believed that it was his duty to interfere at all risk to One of the train hands came running forward over the himself. tops of the box cars. He rushed to Hobbs and tried to tear his hand from the When he got to the end of the forward car next the tenthrottle. der, he halloed out something that the wind half choked With a terrible imprecation the engineer turned upon back in his teeth. him and grabbed him by the throat. Joe paused in his shoveling and tried to catch what he To. do this he took his hand from the lever, and Joe's said, but couldn't. first act wa;; to shut the throttle off, and his next to seize He started to climb back over the coal, but Hobbs roareil Hobbs' wrists for him to come back, and he felt obliged to obey. Then a terrific struggle between them was begun. The man, finding that he couldn't make himself heard, climbed down the iron ladder fastened against the end of the car, swung himself onto the top of the tender and came forward to the cab. "The conductor wants to know why you are running at such high speed," he said, stepping up bes ide Hobbs. The engineer consigned the conductor and his messenger to a pretty hot place, and ordered the latter out of the cab. The man looked at Joe. "He's as drunk as a loon. This is a pretty state of af fairs," he said. "There is a short down-grade ahead. If he takes it at this clip he's bound to shoot past the siding where we stop for the express, and we'll have to back down to it. The conductor will have to interfere, or there may be something doing." The train hand returned the way he came to report, wbile Joe, more nervous than ever, continued to shovel coal into the furnace The boy now took frequent looks ahead. He soon saw that they were approaching the top of that grade, and Hobbs made nq effort to reduce speed. To make matters more serious, there was a curve in the slope ahead, and it was by no means impossible that when the heavy freight took the grade down its speed would run up to such a pitch that when it swung around the curve the caboose and some of the cars might be torn loose and derailed, if not thrown into the ravine. Satisfied that Hobbs didn't lmow what he was about, Joe touched him on the arm and called his attention to the out look ahead. The engineer shook him off with a fierce imprecation. At that moment a man appeared on top of the ridge with a red fla.g rolled up in his hand. He was not hurrying himself, as the freight, which had the right of way as fa1 as the siding, a mile beyond, was not expected for some minutes He had come to halt it on the comparatively level summit CHAPTER VI. A COLLISION A VOIDED. They swayed to and fro about the cab and out into the tender. Hobbs' hot whiskey-laden breath enveloped the boy'e face, while an insane glare shot from the engineer's eyes. Th& man was clearly half crazy from liquor. Ho seemed bent on choking his young fireman. He appeared to have gotten the idea in his head that Joe was his old crony, Benson, for he addressed the boy by that name 'between his Marse imprecations Apparently some old grudge against.his late fireman had come to the fore, and he acted as if he wanted to settle it then and there. Hobbs was as strong as a bull, but Joe was wiry and active as a young monkey. The engineer tried to whirl the boy around and throw him back on the coal. Although half-choked, Joe divined his object and nimbly evaded it. Then he tripped Hobbs, who was not on his gq,ard against such tactics. The engineer fell heavily, struck the back of his head against the iron of the tender, and rolled on his side, unconscious. Joe sprang to his feet, rushed into the cab and whistled down brakes. He then moved over the xeverse lever, and.pulled on the throttle. The engine had already passed the flagman, cleared the suimit of the ridge and was beginning to descend the grade. Joe could only see as far ahead as the curve, and to that point the line was quite clear for nearly half a mile. The train, however, had only lost a small portion of its


10 ITTRIKl1 G HI:::l GAIT. momentum, and that would have been TccoveTed and in creased as soon as the heavy cars got to pushing one another down the grade, but for the boy's prompt. action. As it was, the speed of the train was such that, favored by the grade, the c-ars rushed on clown at a rapicl rate that promised to carry the freight around the curve before it could be brought to a stop. Joe p1it on full steam and the drivers hummed around backward, doing the best they could to ease up the weight that was pushing the locomotive onward. There was evidently something to be feared around the curve, but Joe had no idea what it was. Every brake was set, and the cars swayed am1 jolted along. Almost imperceptibly the momentum was being overcome as they approached the curve. At length the locomotive swung around till the track as far as the blockhouse and the siding came into view. Then the reason for the danger signal burst upon his vision. The second section of the passenger, which had passed them at the siding down the, was stalled on the main track between them and the siding ahead. At a nice calculation Joe figured that it was a problem whether the freight could be stopped without the locomo tive telescoping the rear coach. He had to trust to luck, ior he had done all he could to avoid a collision. The heavy freight s lipp ed along at dcreasing speed until, to the boy's satisfaction, the engine came to a rest within a short distance of the coach. It was a mighty narrow shave, and Joe uttered a prayer of thanksgiving. Then he whistled for the conductor. That official responded in a hurry, for he had been much disturbed by the report carried. to him by the brakeman. He also saw the stalleJ. passenger train alrnad and won dered what was wrong. When he leaped up into the cab lie found Joe bending over Hobbs and bathing his wounded heacl. "\Vhat's thr matter here?" he ejaculated "Is it true that Hobb s is clrnnk ?" Joe hated to make the case any blacker against the en gineer than it was already, so he didn't answer the con ductor's que s tion, but said he guessed Hobbs had a fit. "The brakeman said he was drunk," said the com1ucior, with a gusty face. "But I clont see how he could be, for he was apparently a 11 right when ihaL liLi.1e girl stopped us at tho bridge. So you think he's got a fit? Never heard that he was subject to such a thing." "IIe hasn't acted like himself since we came within an ace of running the girl down," replied Joe, thinking he saw a loophole in the eng in eer's favor. '"J'hat upset him a great deal, and he's been going from bad to wor8 ever since." "Diel you stop the train ?" 1'Yes. I whistled for brakes and reversed lhc moment H.:ibbs keeled over." "It's lucky you got contro l of the engine when you clid, for we only missed a collision with the passenger by a nar row margin. You seem to underRtand fhe locomotive pretty wfll for a young fellow." "'I es, si r. I con:>ider myscLf fully com[Jctent to run one." "By George, that's fortunate. You have shown at any rate what you are capable of in an emergency. Your con duct will be p1operly represented to the train master. How did Hobbs get the cut on the head?" "Ile fell against the corner of the tender." "You look pretty well mussed up yourself. You must have had trouble with him." ".r othing worth mentioning," repliecl Joe, evasively. "How came those finger mmks on your throat?" asked the conductor, whose sharp eyes caught the grimy impress of Hobbs' fingers on the boy's neck. '''l'haL's where he grabbed me while the fit was on him." '"l'riecl to choke you, eh? lle must have been bad." "Ile dicln't know what he was doing." "I s'pose not. Well, you'll have to take the train to Green River, as you say you are competent to do so. I'll send you a man to fire l mmit go ahead now to find out how long the track is likely to be blocked. All this will delay the express behind us, and there'll be the dickens to pay at headquarters when the news reaches Lhe train master and division superintendent I'll have Ilobbs carried back to the caboose presently." The conductor left the cab and hurried ahead to see the conductor o.f the sta lled passenger train. He found out that something had gone wrong with the locomotive, which the engineer and fireman were trying to patch up. Most of the freight's crew came forward as far as the en gine to ascertain the condition of Hobbs, whom the brakeman had represented as drunk as a boiled owl. Several climbed into the cab and gathered around Joe and the senseless man. "How came Hobbs to get so full?" one asked. "I didn't nCJtice anything was the matter with him when we pulletl out of Dalmatia." "Who said he was full?" replied Joe. "He's had a iii." "Oh, that's what ailed him? Bradley told us he \\'US half paralyzed." Joe didn't say anything. "HP, doesn't look like a man in a fit," continued the hain hand. He bent clown and caught. a whiff of the engineer's breath. "Fit or not, he's been drinking, all right. His breath woulcl knock a horse down. I wouldn't be surprised if he had an attack of delirium tremens, and you took that for a fit. I guess this is his la st trip over the road. The trainmasler won't stand for fits or a touch of the horrors in an engineer, even if the road is shorthanded." By this time the express wa::; standing on the summit of the riclgc, and the Hagman returned to report the fact to the two conductors. In the meantime, the conductor of the freight was asked to explain why his engineer had not topped at the summit, where he could have been temporarily switche d onto the other main track and thus have allowed the express to close up on the delayecl second section, which, as soon as repairs had been completed, would take the siding at the block tower and giYe lhe express the right of way. Under the present circumstances the trains would have


STRIKING HIS GAIT. 11 to be maneuvered, causing added delay, before the express could get a clear track. The conductor, of course, laid the blame on his engineer, he said had been taken with a fit, and the duty of stopping the freight had devolved on the fireman, who didn't have time to stop at the ridge. "'",.. The flagman, who Wll$ the switch tender at the tower, didn't help matters when he said that the freight was min utes ahead of its time and was driving ahead at unusual speed at that. He said that no notice seemed to be taken of the danger signal until after the freight had passed him, and then he heard the whistle for brakes as the caboose vanished over the rise. After that he went on a bit further and waited for the express, which he flagged. When he returned as far as the ridge, and saw no sign of the freight, he had signalled the express to come on as :far as the summit, where it now was. Both conductors were not in a pleasant humor, and they said a good many things that conductors will say under the circumsta.nces. It took another half an hour to patch up the p1i..ssenger engine so it could move on, and during this interval Hobbs was removed to the caboose. There was no use of the section taking the siding now, as originally contemplated. It ran ahead till the last car passed the tower. The freight, with Joe at the throttle, followed taking the express came on and stopped abreast of the freight, which then moved backward out of the siding and to the rear of the express, its place taken by the second section thus the main track free for the express; which sumed its way. The second section :followed, and the freight came on after. Thus the difficulty was gotten around. :i:ut there was trouble ahead for some people when the trams reached Green River. CHAPTER VIL JOE SEES BRIGHT PROSPECTS AHEAD. Hobbs recovered his senses soon after the freight passed the tower, and when he found himself stretched out in the caboose he went on like a wild man. He was in a fighting humor, and it took three train men to secure and tie him. 'Joe carried the train through in fine shape, and the freight arrived in the yard at Green River on its customary time. The reparts 0 the conductors of the express and second passenger section were already on file in the train master's office, as well as the engineers' reports. When Joe pulled into the roundhouse with No. 23 a mes senger came up with orders for him to appear a t the office. He found the conductor and Hobbs there before him. The latter had s lept off his drunken fit, and his face showed that he knew he was up against it bad. The train master was listening to the conductor's explanation, as well as his statement of J o e Manville's plucky res cue of little Miss Harford at the bridge. "Your report will be sent to the general manager," said the train master. "Now, Hobbs, what have you to say for yourself?" The engineer had nothing to say, for he saw his finish anyway. Then the official turned to Joe. "I want your story, young man. You were in the cab and ought to know all that happened. Make it short and to the point." Joe accordingly told his story, but he laid a great deal of stress on the averted catastrophe at the bridge, in which he himself had played so prominent a part, and tried to impress the fact on the train master that the shock had been too much for Hobbs, and had caused all that had fol lowed. "That's all very pretty, young man," said the train mas ter, incredulously, and a bit sharply; "but the conductor says Hobbs was drunk. His statement is corroborated by three of the train hands. Don't you know a drunken :nan when you see one?" "I don't drink myself, sir, and I haven't associated with drunken men," replied Joe. "If Mr. Hobbs was under the influence of liquor I should think he would have shown some evidence of. it when we pulled out of Dalmatia." "You claim, then, that the man was not drunk, but had a fit?" "I claim that M acted as if he was not in his right mind," answered Joe, evasively. "The shock of the--" "That will do. Now, Hobbs, I want a direct answer from you. Were you drunk or did you have a fit of some kind?'t "I had a fit, sir," said the man, taking his cue from Joe, who, he saw, was trying his best to square him. "That settles it. We can't have a man on the road who is liable to be taken as you were to-day. You can come around for your time to-morro'f." "Which means that I'm discharged, I suppose?" said Hobbs, in a hoarse voice. "You are. That's all, Mr Pratt," waving his arm at the conductor. Tha t official took his departure, slowly followed by Hobbs, with b ent head and sullen manner "One moment, young man," said the master, as Joe was walking away. "You performed an act of undoubted heroism this morning by saving that little girl at the bridge, and. I assure you that the company will not pass it over withouLsuitable r ecognit ion. A report of the facts will be duly forwarded to the general manager together with the conductor's account of how you prevented a rear-encl collision with the second section of Passeng e r No. SS, and afterward brought the freight through in good shape and on time. As the road is short of e ngine e rs it is not improbable that you may be placed in line for early advancement. That is all. Good night." When Joe reached the humble cottage where he lived on the outskirts of Green River he had a lon g and interesting story to tell his mother and siste r as he sa.t at the supper table, although the hour was eleven at night. r They were both thrilled by his account of how he had saved the life of little Nellie Harford at the bridge.


\ STRIKIXG HIS GAIT. "My dear son, you took a terrible risk," said Mrs. Man v ille, with a shudder. "Well, mother, I did it to save a human life, and she is as precious to her folks as I a.m to you and sister." "True, my son; and I am devoutly thankful that Heaven carried you safe l y through the ordeal." Then he went on and narrated his experience with Hobbs in the cab, and how he was barely a.ble to stop the freight in time to avoid running into the stalled second section of P assenger No. 88. Mother and sister had never realized the perils of railroading as they did that night, and it may be that before they slept that night they more than half wished that Joe had chosen a less haza.rdous vocation. When the young :fireman reached the roundhouse next morning he was wondering who would take out No. 23 that day He started in with a light heart to get the engine ready, for the train master's concluding words the night before had greatly encouraged him. He knew that the G. R. & D road was not over-well sup plied with good, reliable engineers who co11lcl be depended on to take a through, day in and day out, without losing time and missing connections He felt sure that if he was given a chance he would make good, and the chance to which he was looking eagerly for war d now seemed nearer than ever. As the time approached for the new engineer to put in his appearance he grew more and more intended in the personality of the man. "If I had my choice," he thought, "it would be Abe Morris. I'd be tickled to death to work with him again." thought was hardly expressed in I1is mind before the very man climbed into the cab and saluted him with a cheery good morning. "Good morning, Mr. Morris," cried the overjoyed Joe.1 "Is it possible that you are going out on No. 23 ?" "Yes, ,Toe. I am glad we. have come together once more." "You are not any gladder than I am, sir." "We'll make a good team, you and me," said the en gineer, beginning to unroll his bundle and don his jumper and overalls "First-class," laughed the young :fireman. "I've never been over the main line, and as you have been twice I'll look to you for points during tl1e first trip." "All right, sir. I'll post you to the best of my ability." "And I'll return the favor by making an engineer of you. He got the signal to run out, and in a few minutes they were coupled onto the west-bound freight and all ready to leave the yard. "I hear you've been making quite a reputation for your self," said Morris, when they-were beyond the town limits. "You refer to what I did yestnday, sir?" "Of course. The news ill all over the yard that you saved the life of a little girl at the bridge which spans :l creek not far outside Dalmatia. You picked her up while hanging on to the pilot-a mighty risky and pluckJ feat." "It was the only way the child could be saved." "Yes, it was evidently touch and go with her. You're bound to hear from the general manager about it. I dare say the company will reward you, for you saved the road several thousand dollars in damages. Then it appear;:; you averted a wreck at block 13 by quick action. I was not sur prised to hear that you brought the fi:eight through all right afterward when Hobbs was knocked out. Even with your slight experience there are worse men at the throttle in the employ of the G. R. & D. Mark my words, the n; ter mechanic will have his eye on you after this, and you may get an engine any time, for we are short-handed." "That's what I'm looking for, though I don't expect to connect for some time yet "You can't tell. You have made great strides in the business, and, best of all, have attracted notice to yourself in the right quarter. That co1mts for a whole lot, I can tell you. Morris then asked Joe to tell him the particulars of his previous day's experiences, and Joe did so. "You needn't let it go any further, Mr. Morris, but Hobbs was crazy drunk. T did my best to shield him, but it didn't count, and he was in short order." "I'll bet he looked for it when he realized the situation. His offense was unpardonable with the company. He's a good man when he's sober, but he can't keep away from booze. Drink is bound to ruin any man in time." "That's right," nodded Joe. In due time they reached Dalmatia, and Joe took Morri

. STRIKING HIS GAIT. 13 in these important matters had been brought to the atten tion of the president of the road. Opening the other letter with a good deal of curiositYi he found that it came from George Harford, Nellie's father. He thanked Joe in feeling terms for saving his child's life, assured him that he would never forget the obligation, and concluded by inviting him to call at his farm whenever the opportunity presented itself. There was a postscript from Nellie's mother expressing her sentiments on the subject, and a second postscript, very short, but satisfactory to Joe, from Emily. When he got home he handed both letters to his mother and sister to read. "You have made some very grateful friends, my son," said his mother, with a smile. "How old is Emily?" asked his sister, curiously. "She looks to be about sixteen, and she's as pretty as a picture," replied Joe, with considerable enthusiasm. Mary Manville smiled to herself, for she pould easily see that her brother was quite interested in this particular Miss Emily. CHAPTER VIII. AN ENGINEER AT LAST. Next morning Joe reported at the office of the master mechanic. He was immediately admitted to the presence of Mr. Gal way, whose dictum meant a whole lot in that branch of the service over which he had charge. The important official was seated at his desk in a little office off a reception-room, and Joe approached him as he might the Grand Mogul. This was the second time that Joe had been in his august presence-the first occasion being the preceding day week when the master mechanic examined him as to his capabili ties as a :fireman before appointing him to No. 23. Mr. Galway was writing at his desk when Joe was an nounced. The boy had his best clothes on, and looked neat and clean. The grime, and sweat, and g'l'ease of the engine cab were conspicuous by their absence. The master mechanic looked him over critically from top to toe, just as he had done at their former meeting. Joe stood respectfully, hat in hand, waiting for the auto crat to address him. Mr. Galway seemed to be in no hurry. He even turned to the window and looked out before he opened his mouth. "You've been firing No. 23 for a week,'' he said, suddenly wheeling around and facing the boy, at the same time fixing him with his sharp eyes. "Yes, sir." "You appear to have given perfect satisfaction." "I hope so, sh." "You have also performed a praiseworthy deed in saving a little girl's life, and the freight conductor has given you credit for averting a smash-up on the down-gra:de betwe81l Lookout Ridge and Blockhouse 13. You. carried the freight through from that point to these yards without a hitch Joe said nothing. "It's the policy of the G. R. & D. to advance its employees as they demonstrate their fitness for promotion and the opportunity presents itself," went on the master mechanic. "It's an exceptional case that a young man comes to the front as quickly as you have. I myself am a believer, from experience, in the superior efficiency of young blood. We have been shy on capable engineers for some time-at this moment particularly so. I have sent for you to into your ability to take an engine." The master mechanic then began to put Joe through a kind of third degree as to what he knew about a locomotive-its different parts and their functions; what he would do in case of a breakdown in certain parts if he was miles away, from the shops; what he would do under certain con ditions that were lia ble to happen at any moment along the line; aJld a hundred other questions connected with the subject. Joe rather surprised him with the extent of his general knowJ.edge on the subject, for the boy answered the ma jority o.f the questions correctly, and the otheTS. with an intelligent conception of wha.t they implied. "You appear to be uncommonly well informed for a boy who has had only three moJ':!ths' experience on a yard en gine, and one week on the road. I expected to :find you well up in a general knowledge of the duties of an engineer, as you have been strongly recommended to me by Abe Mqrris, but I hardly expected you to be. equipped with such a complete fund of information. Where and how did you learn so much'?" Joe explained how he had been studying the locomotive from books while he was following the humble vocation of wiper and machinists' assistant in the roundhouse. His duties had brought him into contact with the different parts of a locomotive, and he was enabled to verify what he had read and to acquire a great deal of knowledge not to be picked up between covers. While helping the machinists repair broken parts he had used his eyes to the best advantage and learned how these things were done. He had asked many questions of tho machinists with whom he was brought into contact and, as a rule, found the men willing to give him the information he wanted. Abe Morris had talrnn a special interest in P.USh:ing him ahead on the road which led to the goal of his ambition, and he had found out a whole lot frqm Jason Hobbs during their brief connection. He said he possessed an excellent memory, and let very little get away from him. As to. the answers he had given with refmence to what he would do under certain unexpected conditions, these were based either upon his own judgment, or upon arguments he had had with Mr. Morris touching upon such points. 'lVIr. Galway listened to him attentively, and when he had concluded, $aid: "You will take a construction tJain out in the morning on the Spring Valley branch we are building to Montrose. Report at :five o'clock The foreman will give you an en gine. That is all. Good morning." Joe bowed and took bis departure. An engineer at last-he felt as if he was walking on air. He hurrietl home to tell his mother and sister of his good luck.


STRIKING HIS GAIT "This means that until further notice I will be home every night, instead of every other night, like last week when I went to Dalmatia," he told his mother. l\Irs. Manville expressed her gratification at that fact. "You'll miss one thing," said bis sister, with a roguish smile. "What's that?" "You won't be able to see Emily Harford as often as you expected,'' she replied, for her brother had told her ho.v Emily and her sister were at the bridge on the pre1ious morning when the freight went by. "That's so. I did not think of that/' he answered, with a glum look. He had been looking forward to the chance of seeing her every other week day morning with more or less Tegu larity, and now that was all knocked in the head. That afternoon he wrote to Mr. Harford, the receipt of his letter. 0 He also wrote a note to Emily in which he stated that he had been promoted to the position of engineer, and that for a while to come he would be unable to enjoy the pleasure of seeing her as he had been hoping to do two or three times a week. "I should like to have you write to me occasionally, if you will, and I promise to answer at once," he concluded. "I will call and see you and your parents at the first chance that offers." '\Vhen he showed up at the roundhouse in th e morning the foreman said he was i:o take No. 44, out, and ingratu l ated him on his promotion. The engine wa; at the far end of the Tounclhouse, an0. when he climbed ini.o the c a b he was s mprised fo find his chu..'ll, Sam Calder, getting her ready for work. "Why, Sam," he exclai1neu, "are you going out with me?" "That's what I am," grinned Calder, "and I'm mighty glad of it. I'll see that you have all the steam you want, don't you worry." "This is a surprise, and a pleasant one," Raid Joe. getting into his working clothes. "How came you on the job?" "I don't know. I was just picked out, I suEpo .. e." "We're going to take a construction train up the new branch." "So I heard. Just the right kind of a job for yon to break in on." "I like it much better than a yard one." "I should say There's your signal to take the tabl e .. Joe ran No. 44 out of the roundhouse onto tl1e turntable and thence onto one of the tracks connecting with thr n e l "\\' ork in the yard. In a few minutes they were coupled. onto their train got the signal to go ahead and were off. ''I suppose yoll feel like a bird now that vou' re a foll fleclged engineer." Raid Sam. after slammin; the fu.,.nac e door to and mounting his seat on the opposite or Uw cab. "I know I should if I was in ]'Our shoef'." "Yes. I feel pretty good," replied his chmn. "I hope to be an engineer some day too,'' s aid Sam "If I can. help yon get there, count on me, olc!' man," replied Joe. Having a clear track ahead, No. 44 whisked the con struction train down Lhe main line to where the founda tions o.f a small station reared themselves just above the sur face of the ground. Herc the branch track was connected with the main one by a switch Joe stopped the engine till the switch was pulled over, and then started ahead again 'The cars, loaded with men, tools and material, fol lowed No 44 onto the branch, and Joo pulled out for a point six miles away, where the work was in progress. The run was made in about fifteen minutes. All clay long Joe and Sam worked as they might done in the yard, at pl1shing and hauling loaded and empty dump cars and cars, and such like On the whole, it was rather monotonous work. 1 Sam considernd it a snap, as his sha re of work was light. Joe evened things up by letting him take the driver's seat at intervals and lookout for signa ls. Two weeks passed away in this way, and Sam was longing for something a little more exciting. He got his wish about the middle of the third week, but in a way that caused his hair to rise on end. CHAPTER IX. THE DYNAMITE CAR. The branch had been surveyed through a rocky spur of. the mountains, and a considerable amount of blasting was now being done. The exp losives used were giant powder and dynamite. A car containing a supply of this stuff was blocked up on a branch track at some distance .from where the men were at work. When the stuff was wanted the foreman would take a couple of men and a handcar and go and fetch the required quantity. A big, red sign was pasted at each end of the car, read ing: "DANGER-Dynamite." The side track had something of a grade as far as the main track, but the spot where the dynamite car stood had been leveled down as additional security to the blocked wheels. One morning a couple of seedy -looking, heavily-bearded. strangers were seen hanging around watching the labor ers at work. They sat for a long time smoking on a boulder and only moved away when ordered by one of the workmen just be fore a heavy blast was set off. Finally noon hour came around and all hands knocked .off for dinner. A short time before Joe tooted his whistle, which was the signal to stop and resume work, the two strangers clis a ppeared into the thick bushes. These hushes were particularly numerous all along the branch track and where the dynamite car was anchored. Joe and Sam were seated on their respective seats, with their backs against the forward windows and their legs hunched u:p. "Thanks. But I O.on't expect lo have your 1Llck in getting a,head quick. You're one ol1t of a thousand, .Toe.'' They were eating the lunch they had brought from home "ith them, and reading a newspaper at the same time. The laborers, mostly Italians, with a sprinkling of other


S'l'RIKTXO UIS GAIT. .. .., nationalities, were sea tiered around that vicinity, in bunches, eating and jabbering among themselves. 'l'he superintentlent of construcLion, who had come down on a handcar from the main line a short time previous, was talking to one of his assistants who was in charge of the work. They were leaning over a boulder on which lay spread out several blue-prints, which they were examining in con nection with other documents Suddenly someone raised a shout of alarm A number of the Italians sprang to their feet and started to run to the track. In a moment the hubbub anJ excitement spread and the greatest ensued "Hello! What's the matter with the men?" said Sam, dropping the paper and looking out of the window at his elbow. "Blest if I know," replied Joe, looking out his side. "The lobsters are chasing themselves up the track and over the embankment as fast as they can put. There'r; something wrong." At that moment Joe saw smoke rising up the branch track. Suddenly a burst of flame appeared right close to the dynamite car. "My gracious!" exclaimed the young engineer. "Th bushes are on :fire all about the dynamite car." "What l" exclaimed Sam, aghast. "Look for yourself," replied Joe, tingling with excite ment. "Gee w biz You're right. There'll be an explosion iu a little while that'll make the air blue up that way It's a good thing the car is some distance away." "Some distance away or not, that car is two-thirds full of explosive stuff, and there's no telling what the effect of an explosion will be." "Hadn't I better uncouple from the cars so you can run up the track ?" "Uncouple by all means and then close the switch to the branch track." "What for?" "Don't ask questions, but do as you're told," said Joe, sharply Sam jumpeJ out one side to uncouple, and Joe sprang out the other. He ran over to where a number of sledge hammers were lying on the ground. Seizing two he canied them to the locomotive and tossecl them into the tender. By that time Sam was closing the connecting rail of the bran'ch track with the main track. "You don't mean to say that you're going to run up to that dynamite car?" gasped Calder, as he stepped into the cab anJ saw Joe pull out the throttle. "That's what I'm going to do." "Thundcration What's the matter with you? We'H be blown sky-high," and Sam turned pale and looked as i he was about to leap from the slowly-moving tender. "Nonsense! That car is a stout one and sheathed insid with iron The fire has only just got started. We're b pull that car out of danger." "We can't do it. Don't you know that i t's blocked?" "\\'e'll knock the blocks away." "With what?" "Those sledge hammers I just chucked aboard." "Oh, lor' We'll never be able to do it in time." "I say we will," returned Joe. "We're not babies. 1 couple of heavy blows will do the business." "I believe you've gone crazy!" "Shut up, Sam, and be a man." Sam. gazed goggle-eyed ahead at the car, now enveloped in a cloud of thick smoke and appatently sunounded by a small sea of flame that was growing fiercer every moment under the influence of the breeze that swept that way. "We'll never come out of this alive," gurgled the young fireman. Joe said nothing more, but gave his whole attention to the business in hand. In a. few minutes he ran No. 44 right up within a few feet of the clynamite car The hea.t was now growing intense about it, and the wood was scorched and charred in several places. "Grab a hammer and hustle," cried Joe. Sam f ail: had fanned littl e jets of flame into a small blaze. ; .'f'i "Take that bucket, Sam, and as:tl over those blaz ing spots, and wherever you see the wood smoldering," aid Joe. Sam didn't lose any time in doing it, you may well be lieve, for as long as he saw a vestige of fire he didn't feel safe. Although the bushes were now blazing fiercely, there was


STRIKING HIS GAIT. no danger of the flames approaching that spot, as the wind was carrying it in the opposite direction While Srun was employed with the water bucket, Joe busied himself blocking the car wheels with stones. Then he uncoupled, backed No. 44 down onto the main track, and replaced the switch as before. "Whew!" exclaimed Sam, wiping his face, which had not yet recovered its normal color. "I think that was a close call." "Yes,'' replied Joe, coolly, "it was close. I wouldn't to go through it every day." "I should say not. I'll have the nightmare to-night, I'll bet a dollar." "What for?" laughed Joe. "It's all over." "Yes, it's all over, but I ain't over it yet I wis h I had your nerve, upon my word I do." "Then if you'd been in my place you wouldn't have pulled tilat car out?" .. "Not on your life, I wouldn't" replied Sam, energetical ly. "I don't see how I ever went up there with you. You just made me, I guess." "Well, don't let on you were scared, or you'll lose your share of the credit. Here comes the superintendent, his as sistant, the foreman, and two helpers. Put on a bold front.'' CllAP'l'ER X. PROMOTED TO THE NIGHT FREIGHT. Mr. Bradley, the superintendent of construr.tion, stepped up into the cab. ":Manville, I must say that was the pluckiest act I ever heard tell about,'' he said, grasping Joe by the hand firet and Sam afterward, and shaking them both heartily "You boys acted like heroes and you cannot receiv'e too much credit for the part you played in saving the .company's property under the most strenuous circumstances." "We did what we thought was right under the circu.m stances," replied Joe. "You couldn't have done better, and you undoubtedly took a desperate risk. I might say that you took your lives in your hands I shall bring the matter to the attention of the general manager as soon as I return to the office, and you may rest assured I shall show you both up in the strongest light He shook hands with them once more and left the cab. The foreman took his place and complimented the lads in no uncertain terms Now that the peril was all over, the laborers began com ing back in a cautious way, casting fearful looks at the dynamite car, as if they were half afraid it might explode at any minute. The noon hour was over by this time and Joe blew his whistle to notify the men of the fact. "Say, Joe," Sam, "it isn't fair that I should get as much credit as you. Why didn't you tell the super that you engineered the whole plan of aving the dynamite car?" "Pooh You held your end up, and were in just as much danger as I was, so you're entitled to half the glory." "No, I'm not. I wouldn't have gone, of my own accord, after that car for a million dollars, and you know it." "You needn't let anyone else know it, son," chuckled Joe. "This will give you a boost with the management, and yo!i can't have too much of that thing if you expect to pu s h yourself ahead." Joe got a signa l to push the train of dirt cars ahead th0 length of one car so as to bring a.n empty one within reach of the steam shovel. when the two boys ra.n No. 44 into the roundhouse early that evening they found out that the whole yard had heard the news about their rescue of the dynamite car An official letter was handed to Joe, with the stamp of the president's office on it. He opened it and found a letter and a check for $1,000, payable to his order, and signed by the treasurer of the road. 'rhe letter stated that at the regular quarterly meeting of the directors of the company, held that day, the enclosed sum of money had been voted to him in recognition of his rescue of Miss Nelli e Harford at the creek bridge three weeks since. He was also recommended to the attention of the general manager as an employee deserving of early advancement in the company's service. The letter was personally signed by the president. Joe felt a couple of inches taller after reading it. Wheri he got home he found a letter from Emily Har-ford-the second be had received from her, but what sha said in it was only of interest to the young engineer Joe's name, of course, had got into the Dalmatia and Green River newspapers in connection with his brilliant exploit at the bridge, and been copied by most of the other papers of the State. It was therefore n o to him when he found that Lhe Green River " News" had a graphic account of his and Sam's exploit that day with the dynamite car. Sam was tickled to death to see his name in print, and read the article over two or three times befo:i:e he could turn to anything else. Joe found that his mother and sister had read the paper, too. H they hadn't the neighbors would have told them the news, for several had dropped in at the cottage to talk with Mrs. Manville about the matter. "My son, that was a very daring thing for you and your friend to do," said his mother, while he was eating his supper "I won't say that it wasn't," replied Joe, helping himself to another slice of buttered toast. "If that car had blown up at the critical moment where would you have been ?" "I suppose Sam and I would have been angels by this time," he chuckled. "It is nothing to make fun of, Joe," she replied with 'l serious countenance "It gave me quite a shock when 1 read the story in the evening paper." "As long as I was not injured at all I don't see why you should have been so disturbed." "I couldn't help thinking about what might have hap pened. How did the fire originate?" "I couldn't tell you, mother, unless," he said suddenly, "those two tramps who were watching the excavating might have accidentally set the bushes afire when lighting their pipes. And now, mother, I've another surprise for you, and a pleasant one


STRIKING HIS GAIT. "What is it?" asked his mother, curiously "Head that letter," and Joe handed her the one from the president of the road containing the check for $1,000 Mrs. Manville was both surprised and gratified by Lhe contents of the letter. "The compauy has acted very liberally toward you-," she said, looking at the check. "Well, I guess I saved them quite a bill of damages, and a whole lot of legal trouble," he replied "The money i3 r very welcome, o.f course. It will come in handy for you to clear off the small balance o.f the mortgage you owe on this cottage. I'll endorse it so you can get the money tomorrow and put it in a savings bank until you have occasion to use it." On the following day the first suspicio n of fou l play in connection with the dynamite car affair was brought to light bJ. the discovery of a pocket knife bearing the name of Dave Benson, the discharged .fireman, near the spot where the car had stood. The foreman had heard someone remark that Benson had worn to get square with the road because he was discharged. He turned the knife in to the yard master and reported his suspicions. The knife was identified by a number of employees as the. property of Benson, and a warrant was issued for his ar rest. Officers went to his different haunts in town, but he was not found On the Saturday of that week another engineer and :fireman took Joe's and Sam's places on _Jo. 44, and they were directed to report a.t the master mechanic's office at a certain hour. Accordingly, they duly made their appearance before that official. i\Ir. Galway complimented them upon their intrepid con duct in Raving the dynamite car, and then told them that they were to go ont that evening on Engine No. 66, which hauled the night freight over the mountains to Dalmatia. Both boys were delighted with the change, as it was an other step up the ladd e r for them. "We Reem to be the people just at present, Joe," said Sall'., as they walked out of the yard together "Things aro not only coming your way pretty rapidly, but I am par ticipating in your good luck." "Aren't you glad?" "Sure, I am. It would have broken me all up if I'd been left on No. 44 to fire for a new engineer, while you took a stranger out with you on No. 66." "Mr. Galway probably :figured that' we make a good team." "Then he didn't figure wrong I know I can give a better account of myself in your company than with another man." "It would be very satisfactory to me if we could stick together right along until you were appointed to an engine yourself." "Those are my sentiments, too," replied Sam, heartily. Calder went with Joe to his house. Mrs. Manville and her daughter were much surprised to see them come in at that hour: "Why, what's the matter, Joe? Aren't you working to-day?" "We're oIT till nine o'clock to-night. The fact is we've both been promoted again "I it possible?" "Yes. Sam and I are going to take the night freight ou t o\cr the range to Dalmai.ia. That means another little hoost in our prospects and wages and it means I will b e away from home ernry night except once in two weeks, when we have a swing from Saturday morning till Sunday night." While :1Irs. Manville was pleased to learn of her sou' advancement, she did not like the arrangement which would keep him away from home at nights "It can't be helped, mother. I'll be on the roacI ni.ghi.s ... Sam went to the roundhouse at half-past eight that evening to get o. 66 ready for her trip, and at nine Joe ap peared. Twenty minutes later they were pulling a long train or empty and loa.ded freight cars out of the yard en route for the mountains. CHAPTER XI. \ HOW JOE SAVES 'l'IIE NIGHT 1.1:.A.IL. Although the road looked different at night to what it dicl by day, Joe was familiar enough with the line to b'.! able to keep track of where he was all the time. Mountain View station was situated at the greatest alti tude on the road. There wer e two big summer hotels within a short dis tance of it that wern already open for the Reason. The ni ght freight had to pull in at a siding at this point to allow the night mail from the East, pulled by G. R. & D. locomotives over the mountain and wes tern divisions to Darien, and which left Green Riv e r at midnight, to pass. This express did not stop at Mountain View, though the day ones did during the summer month s Joe had to see that hi,; train rea che d Mountain Yi c w siding by one o'clo ck, otherwi se, if he bloc ked t.he mail the train master would require an explanation There wer e som e tough g rades on that s ide of the range, and :Manville had a heav:v train to pull over i.hc ,;ummii., but Sam kept his shovel on the swing with unfailing regularity and the gauge showed a good head of steam on, so that Joe reach ed Mountain View siding some minutes ahead of the mail schedule. "We're all right so far," said Joe, as he shut off steam and put on the brake. When' the train came to a stop he ancl Sam, with naphth1 torches and oil cans, descended from the cab to oil up some of the parts of the locomotive. By the time the mfiil was due they were ready to proceed. The express, for some reason, was late. The station was dark and silent, except for the solitary window of the night operator's office, through which the rays of an oil lamp, backed by a reflector, shone clear and bright. Joe looked back and saw two figures standing together on the platform. He judged them to be the conductor and the operator. The silence of that lonesome spot was alone broken b:v the hiss of escaping steam and the rhythmical pulsations of the big boiler. /


18 STRIKING HIS GAIT. Joe walked ahead a liltle distance to where the switch man was_ standing waiting for the mail to go by so he could connect the siding with the main line for the frciglti to pass out. 1 "The express is behind time to-night," remarked Joe. "Yes," replied the switchman. "Are you a new fireman?" he added. "No," answered Manville, with a smile, "I'm a new engineer." "You don't say!" answered th<:! man in some surprise. "You're rather young to run the night freight." "Well, I'm getting older every day," laughed the boy. "Of course. I suppose you have a pull with the general mana ger." "Not to my knowledge." "How lon g have you been on the road?" "Seventeen months." "How old are you?" "Past e i ghteen." "Began as a fireman, I suppose?" "N o--wi per." "And you're now a regular e ngin eer," said the man, evi dently astonished at Joe's rapid advancement. "How long did you work in the yard ?" "As an engineer? Not a day. As a fireman, three months." The man whistled: "I ran over this division for a week on the day freight, and then worked three weeks on the new Spring V all e v branch-my first experience as a r egular engineer. This morning my fireman and myself were transferred to No. 66 on the night freight." "You must have been born lucky," said the switchman. "Possibly, but I've studied and worked hard for my pre s A dense ch,1mp of bushes had grown up within a few yards of the 'switch. Out of it at that moment three men crept toward Joe and the switchman. The night was so dark that they looked like three shadows. y oun g engineer and the switchman had their backs turned toward them. They were in the act of springing toward the unconsciou s pair when Joe suddenly turned around He never lmew just why he did so It must have been some magnetic influence that warned him of their presence. "Hello!" cried the boy. "Why are--" A blow in the face caused him to stagger back. At the same moment the switchman was attacked and overpowered by two of the men. The third who had struck Joe followed him up. The boy recovered before the man closed on him. He struck out at the fellow, and then dodged a heavy blow himself. While the young engineer was defending himself tlw other two secured the switchman, gagging and binding him with great despatch as if every moment counted. One seized the lantern, which had fal l en to the ground. "Now, then, Harris," he said, tensely, uattend to the switch-quick!" Seeing that his other companion had not done up young c11ginecr. he dropped the lantcm and ran to his as sistance Joe saw him corning, and, realizing that the odds were too lm1ch for him to cope with, he made a dash back for the locomotive, shouting to Sam. He reached the engine on the side further from the sta tion just as Sam stuck his head out of the cab window and wanted to know what was the matter. "Help-Sam! I'm attacked by two rasca ls!" cried the boy. "Get a wrench and we'll beat them off." As Joe started to swing himself into the cab, one of the ruffians caught him by his legs and prevented him getting up. The second came up at that moment, and between the two they succeeded in pulling tlie boy down on the ground. Sam got the wrench and leaped to his aid. In the darlo;iess he cou lcl hardly tell at which figure to aim a blow for fear of striking his chum by mistake. The two rascals had all they could do to hold Joe, and now that Sam was in the scrap with a weapon it would have gone hard with them had there been light enough for him to act quickly. Finally he took a chance and whacked at one of the men, cutting a gash in his head with the end of the heavy wrench. The fellow swore lustily and grabbed the wrench. Sam threw himself on him ancl they rolled into the bushes landing ina deep ditch. The third ruffian, who had altered the switch, now ap peared and helped the man who lwcl Joe down secure him. They gagged the boy with a handkerchief and tied his hands with another. "Now, lie there, dern you!" cried the man by the name of Harris. "Where's asked the other man. "Blamed if I know," replied Harris. "He and the fire man were havin' it hot and heavy a moment ago." "They must be somewhere around here. I hear them. They're in that ditch. Let 'em fight it out. We've got no time to lose. The express will be along any moment and if we're goin' to do it up we want to be rnovin'. We'll un couple three of the box cars. With the engine and tender that ought to be enough to do the trick. We'll run down the lin e to the crow's nest, set the brakes, and when the comes around the curve she'll hit the obstruction and go scootin' down into ihe chasm. We'll make our way down afterward and pick up we can find in the wreck." "All right, Garvey, I'm with you," said Harris. "I'll back the engine a bit while you uncouple at the third car. Do the rush act now." Garvey sprang into the cab, shoved the reverse lever for. ward and then let steam enough into the cylinders to cause the drivers to make a partial turn. A slight shock was communicated to the long line of freight cars. Harris took advantage of the fact to uncouple the third car from the rest of the train. "All right," he cried to Garvey, running up. "Close the switch after I run out on the main track," said Garvey, pulling the reverse lever into place and then laying his hand on the throttle. In a couple of moments the engine, tender and three box


STRIKING HIS GAIT. 19 cars detached themselves from the rest of the train and started ahead. As soon as they clea red the switch, Harris locked i t in place, and, springing up on the last car, climbed to the roof and, running forward, leaped into the tender. rrhen Garvey put on steam and ran down t.he line, e n gine and cars disappearing in the darkness At that moment came the long drawn out w h ist l e o f the express in the distance At the same time Sam emerged from the ditch, dragging Benson with him, whom he had stunned with a blow. He fell over Joe, who lay in his path. Bending down he recognized his chum i n the dark, gagged and bound "Gracious So they did you up, eh?" Out came his knife, and Joe was free in a moment "Where are the oth-:-why, where's the engine?" quivered Sam, as Joe sprang to his feet. Joe made no answer, but made a dash for the switchman's lantern, which stood beside the man's bound body. He had heard what Garvey said about wrecking the ex press at a point a short distance ahead around the curve, called the crow's nest. He had seen the two rascals start off with the locomotive and the three cars they were to use as an obstruction at the point named And he had als o heard the whistle of the oncoming ex press He knew there was no time for explanations. That instant action only would save the night mail, which didn't stop at this station. His only possible way to do it was to signal it with th switchman's lantern, one side of which carried a red glass. Grabbing the lantern, he started up the track at full speed He met the cond u cto r and several of the freight's crf?w coming toward him on the run, for the inexplicable depart ure of the engine and the three cars hij.d been dimly noticed and gave rise to much astonishment and unrasiness "Thunder! Is this you, Manville?... What the dickem 1s the--". But the young engineer paid no attention to his word s and eluded his grasp The conductor was amazed, the whol e bunch stopping antl looking after Joe. Down the track .flew the boy with the lantern swinging in his band It was a long run to the encl of the freight train, wherr the caboose stood with its two red l anterns shinin\ray into the darkness He was immediately pursued by the train men b u t man aged to elude them. When Joe and bis men reached tl).e crow's nest they fou nd the locomotiYe and the three car$ standing on t h e track with brakes set, but the villains themselves were not io be seen They were probably hiding in the vicinity, among the rocks or bushes, and a search would have been q u ite un profitable 'T'hc men pi.led up on the cars, the brakes were taken off, and Joe started back for the siding, where he soon ar rived. 'l'hc main track being now clear, the exp ress proceeded on ils way, followed by the fre i ght.


2 0 STRIKING HIS GAI T "Who would ham thought ire 1rerc going h 1iave such an exciting time to-night?" remarked Sam, wnen they were under way once more. "None of us ernr dreamed of such a thing," replied Joe. "Benson mrnit be a bloody-minded chap to engage in such a villainous scheme as wrecking the fast mail at such a place as the crow's nest. Why, if the express went over that point every car in it would have been reduced to matchwood, while the passengers and crew-well, they'd have been mangled beyond recognition. Hanging isn't any too good for such a map as Benson. I wonder who hl.s companions were?" "They ml1st be as bad as he. They can't be much worse," replied Sam. "Where were you attacked in the first place?" "At the switch. I was talking to the switchman when those yiJlains came on us from behind. I managed to fight oil' the chap who attacked me, but when a second came up to help him I ran for the engine and callecl out to you." "How did you rome to lea.rn that they to wreck the mail at the crow's nest?" Joe i.old him what he had overheard after the men had bound and gagged him. "If you hadn't come up and released me when you did 1 never would have been able to have signalled the mail,': added Joe. So, whatever credit is in it you're entitled to half." rot quite half, Joe. I only did what I couldn't help doing. Besides, I didn't know that any trap had been set for the express "'!'hat doesn't malrn any difference. You save the train without knowing it." "Well, have it your own way. It would have been a terrible catastrophe if it had happened "Dreadful! I s"\).ould say $0. Every paper in the country, woula have had a new sensation under flaring head lines It would have hit the G. R. & D. road mighty hard. A cool million would hardly have squared the account, not speaking of the g ri e f it would have brought home to prob ably 200 families." The run down. the range was easy for Sam, as in many places steam was shut of! alt oge ther, and brakes were par tially s et to overcome the momentum of the long, heavy train. They reached the yard in Dalmatia at about half past ten. Afte1 leu l'ing l. :r o. 6 6 in the roundh o use, Joe and Sam rern.i1'0n Joe got back to Green River on the following m o rnin g 11ith anoth e r fre ight, which had c ome through from Darie n, h e was sm.umoned to tho office o.f the general manag e r. lic t oh.l h is s tory to. that official, and gave Sam all the crcLlit posl'ible. "You are :i. most remarkable young man, Manville," said the general manager. "The.. r e cord you have made sine<' 1rerc promoted to fire No _23 ii; an uncommonly brilliant one, and stamps you as an employee the company may well be proud of. There is no in my mind but that the night mail would have beeu des troyed and probably even life lost, but for you. Your conduct in this matter will bn prcsentrd before the directors, and I can assure you that th, e road will not overlqok the obligation it under to you "I don't think I did more lhan my duty, sir," r e plied. the young engineer. "That may be true. It was your duty to act promptly the moment you saw your way clear. Nevertheless, it is also the duty of this company to take special notice of s.pecial services on the part of its employees, especially when such services lead to important results." Joe left the general manager's office feeling that he stood pretty high in that gentleman's confidence. His mother and sister had learned something about the trouble at Mountain View, and the narrow escape of the night mail, from the next morning's paper. Mrs. Manville and her daughter eagerly awaited the boy's return to learn the full particulars. Those p11rticulars he gave them while eating his late breakfast, after which he turned i.n for a sleep. Joe was now famous throughout the yard. The three remarkable exhibitions of pluck and raP,id ac tion he -had given within such a short time astonished the railroad men and commanded their admiration and respect. O n the following Friday) on reaching Green River in the morning, he was requested to appear before the directors in the general offices of the company at a certain hour. As this would prevent him from getting his regular rest, he was relieved from duty till Sunday night, another en gineer being detailed to take the night freight to Dalmatia and make the return trip. The general manager introduced Joe to the board and to the president of the road. A resolution was then introduced conveying the thanks of the road to Joe Manville for saving the night mail on the night in question. This was carried, and then the sum of $10,000 was voted to him as a token of the company's appreciation. A check was made out to his order, signed by the treasurer and presented to him. Joe was both surprised and delighted at the liberality of the company, and he thanked the president and directors their present. "You have earned it fairly, Manville," said the presi dent, "and you need not regard the money in any other light. In conclusion, let me say that the road will look out for vour future, as young men of your ability are not picked up every day." He then shook hands with the young engineer and bade him good day, and all the director s acknowledged his parting bow. Joe asked the general mrurn.ger for a pass to Dalmatia and back, stating that he had received an invitation from the little girl he had saved to visit them, and as he would have the whole of the next day to himself he thought it a good chance for him to make the call. Of course he got the pass, and then he started for home to surprise his mother and sil'lter with evid e nce of the com pany's appreciation of his services at Mountain View. CHAPTER XIII. JOE AND EMILY. "Mother," said Joe, walking into the sitting-room where Mrs. Manville and her daughter were sewing, "we're rich. ;


STRIKING HIS GAIT. "Ric.;h !" exclaimed his 1;10ther. "What do you mean?" "Just what I said. We arc rich lo the extent of $10,000, over and above the other money you have in bank. Just feast your eyes on that," and he displayed the company's check before their wondering eyes. When he told them how fine ht\ had been treated by the president and directors his mother and sister felt prouder than ever of lhe bright, energetic boy. :Next morning he took the early passenger train for Dal matia. 'I'he conductor; in compliance with a written request from the general manager, which Joe handed him when he pre sented his pass, etopped the train at the creek bridge so thai the boy could get off close to Fanner Ilarford's place Joe lhen walked up the road till he came to a gate which admitted him to a lane. Ho passed up the lane until he came to another gate opening on a garden and driveway that fronted t.he house As ho opened the gate ho saw the fl.utter of a dress among the flowers. As he advanced he saw tha.t it was Emily Harford water ing a rosebush. On hearing his footsteps she turned around and recog nized him at once. "Why, Mr. Manville," she cried in evident pleasure, "is it possible you have at last honored us with a visit?" ''I am delighted to meet you again, Miss Emily," replied Joe, taking the dainty little hand she exten ded to him "Having an unexpected day off I took advantage of it to pay you and your parents a visit, not knowing when I shall have another opportunity." "I am so glarl," she said, with a smile. "Come right i11 the house and I will introduce to my mother. 'l'heu I will hunt up my .father. 'I'hey will be very glacl to meet you, indeed.''" Joe followed her into the sitting-room when Emily left him to summon her mother. In a few minutes she brought Mrs. back with her and introduced Joe to her. She was a plea ant-faced. little woman, and the boy was immediately attracted to her. She said she was very glad to meet him, and hastened to thank him for having saved lhe life of her little daughter. ''I did the best I could, Mr&. Harford, and I am glad l was in preventing a tragedy,', said Joe. At that moment Nellie walked into the room and wen t shyly up to the young engineer. Joe lifted her on his knee and asked her if she was glad to see him again. \ She said she was very glad, indeed. Mrs. IT arford then said she bad seen his name in thr Dalmatia' paper in connection with the night express affair. Joe lold her many particulars about the incident that had escaped the att@tion of the papers, and the little woman declare no effect whatever on me. Still, I'd rather run in the day time and sleep at night. At present that order of things is reversed with me "You'll get a day train by and by, I suppose "I expect to in time. "If you lived in Dalmatia instead of Green River we could hop e to see you more frequently." "Would you fike to see me often?" asked earnestly. "Why, of course I should be glad to see you as often as you could manage to pay us a visit," Emily replied, with a blush. "As I pass the bridge westward about bftlf past seven or eig h t evel'y other morning you might come there once in awhile and give me the privilege of bowing to you." "I'll be delighted io do so," anRwcrccl Emily. "K ext week the opportuni Ly "ill be yours on Monday, Wedne sday and Friday mornings. I will look out for you." Joe remained at the Harford farm until half-past three. when, accompanied by Emily and her sister, he went to the bridge to be picked up by the aiternoon passenger train, the conductor of which had promised to stop for him. On Sunday night he rel'\umed his post on No. G6, much to Sam's satisfaction, and next morning when he ap proached the creek bridge there were Emily and Nellie waiting to see him pass Joe tossed Emily a nosegay of wild fl.owe1r be bad gath er.eel near a siding up in the range during the night, and after waving her handkerchief at him she ran and picked it up. When she got home she took it to her room and placed, it in a small vase on her dressing-case. Every time he struck the bridge on his westward trip after that Joe had flowers for her; and s he never failed fo be on hand to receiv"e them ancl kiss her hand to him. They also corresponded once a week now, and Emily kept all his letters. CHA,PTER XIV. WHAT JOE DtD FOR JASON HOBBS. Joe and Sam continued on the night freight all summer, and the train always went through without a 1 1itch. Benson, Harris and Garvey, the rascals who had failed


STRIKING HIS GAIT. to wTeck the night mail, weTe not caught, and it was be lieved that they had left the State, One morning when Joe was coming out of the yaTd on his way home he met Jason Hobbs, hanging around on the street outside. "How do you do, Mr. Hobbs," said. the boy, kindly. "I look like a wreck tlon't I?" Teplied the engineer in a hollow tone. "You don't look as well as you used to. What have you been doing since you left the road?" "You mean since the road left me. I ain't been doin' nothin'." "Nothing at all?" "There ain't nothin' for a man like me to do. I'm done for. When a man is discharged without a reputation no otheT road wants him, and I ain't good for nothin' else." "Have you tried to get another job?" "Yes. I went over to another road and offered to work in the yard, but they communicated with the G. R. & D. and that settled it." "They wouldn't take you on?" "No," answered Hobbs, with a discouraged look. "That's too bad," replied Joe, sympathetically. "I'm down to bed 'rock. My daughter, who was earnin' a fow dollars in a store, is sick with a fever, and I'm afraid she's gain' to die. I can't pay for no doctor, nor medicine, nor no thin' for her to live on." Tears began to roll down the old man's face, and Joe felt dead sorry for him. "L'v e borrowed from some of the boys till they've soured on me," continued the engineer "I thought I'd ask you :for a dollar, if you could spare it, and if you can't I don't know what I'll do." Joe put his hand in his pocket and pulled out sixty cents. "Here's all the change I've got, Mr. Hobbs," he said, puttin g it in the man's hand. "Heaven bless you, Joe. I didn't expect this of you," said the old engineer, gratefully "'I don't want to impose on you. I deserve all I'm gettin,', and I wouldn't make a whimper if it wasn't for my girl. She's all I've got, and if she dies--" a sob choked his utterance. "Well, I won't care what becomes of me." "She sha'n't die, Mr. Hobbs, if I can do anything to pre vent it. You can depend on me. What's your address?" Hobbs gave his address, -lvhich was two poor rooms in the cheape s t pa.rt of Green River. "And that was the boy I meant to do up when he came on my engine," muttl2red the engineer, hoarsely, looking after Joe.. "I was go in' to sp'ile his chances 'cause I didn't like him, and the crowd was clown on him. Now he's runnin' an e11gine himself. He's the smartest lad on the road, an awa.y from me like the others who have known me for And he shook hands with me, too. Bless him! He's a boy in a thousand." Joe kept his word and sent his mother and sister to call on the engineer's daught er Hobbs was there and greeted them with profound respect. A doctor was called in for Mary Hobbs, and nourishing food and medicine provided for her. Ma. ry Manville also stayed with her all the afternoon and tended her. "Mr. Hobbs," said Miss Manville, "Joe sent you this $5. And he said if you promise to renounce liquor forever he'll try and get you back on the road." "How can he? It would take a big pull to get such a man as me back." "Well, Joe stands well with the company for saving the night express, and I have no doubt if he asks a favor the company will take it into consideration. He say:s he doesn't like to ask for yom reinstatement if you're going to fall doW'n again, as he calls it. You must promise to remain sober; and keep your wor:d." "Tell him I'll sign tlie pledge, and that I swear I'll keep it." "Very well. I:ll tell him." Joe met Hobbs by appointment when he returned to Green River two days later and he got the engineer's name to a written pledge that he would abstain entirely from liquor. Then he called on the general manager of the road and asked, as a special favor to himself, that Hobbs be taken on again in_ any engineering capacity. He backed his request up with the old man's pledge. The general manager promised to consider the matter. In a few days Joe was called into the office of the train master. "I understand, Manville," said that official, whose name was Scott, "that you have interested yourself in having J a.son Hobbs reinstated on the road. Why?" Joe respectfully detailed his reasons, going into the old ma.n's unfortunate situation and that of his daughter. "Humph!" replied Mr. Scott, curtly. "Sympathy is all very well in its way, but it doesn't go on a railroad. Hobbs was blind drunk on the day he was discharged, and I don't believe you can be ignorant of that fact, young man,_ since you were in the cab with him. You tried to make it out that he had been attacked with a fit, if I remembeT rightly. Suppose that was the tn1th, it would have been-sufficient to have ca.used his discha;ge anyway, for a man who has had a fit once is liable to have another at any time, and that won-'t do at all, as you ought to know. Now, suppose you hadn t risen to the occasion that day and stopped the freight after it had got on the down-grade, at a speed it had no business to be running on, what would hav happened to the second passenger section? What would the road hav0 been up against in point of damages for injuries and prob able loss o f life to passengers, not to speak of a considerable los8 to the company's property? Answer that, young man. You can't," went on the train master, seeing that Joe re mained silent. "Very good. Now, the man was justly dis charged. What kind of discipline do you suppose can be maintained on this road if we take a man back under such circumstances?" "MT. Scott, Jason Hobbs is a thoroughly capable engineer when he's sober," said Joe. "He had a lon g record of use fulness on this road till he fell down. He has given me his word of honor in writing to stop drinking forever." "Huh!" sneered the train master, "what does his honor


STRIKING IllS UAIT. '23 amount 1.o? Besides, that isn't the question. The question is that of taking him back. I object to it. I discharged him, and I don't like my orders questioned or O\' cnidc1en. I have been directed by the general manager to rcinslat0 Hobbs. Well, l called on Mr. Bumsidc arn l tolcl him what I have just told that Hobb s could not be re-cmploycll except at a cost to the discipline o.f the road. J requested. to know who hac1. interested himsel.f in this matter, and Mr. Burnside said the request had come from you, and that the company felt bound to any favor you asked for. Very good. I admit you have a certain claim on the com pany's attention, but I think you are asking a trifle to) much in this case. ow, I shall not take Jason Hobbs back -that is, not on my own responsibility. I shall simply refer him to the consideration of Mr. Galway, stating that it is the wish of Mr. Burnside that he be put to work again. If the master mechanic chooses to give him an engine he can do so. That's all, Manville." Joe then made so bold as to call on Mr. Galway ancl state that he had asked for Jason Hobbs' reinstatement. giving his reasons in full. as he had done before the train master. Although Mr. Galway played no favorites, he was favorably disposed toward Joe on account of his remarkable record. He saw that the young engineer was greatly interested in Hobbs, so he said: "If I receive instructions to put Hobbs to work I will do so." "Thank you, Mr. Galway." And so the matter was settled Three days later Hobbs went to work on a switch engine, much to the surprise of his old associates. CHAPTER XV. TIIE HOLD-UP. A month passed and one morning when Joe and Sam returned from their regular trip with the night freight from Dalmatia they were summoned to the master me chanic's office. your back to J (eep steam up on a tough grade, but a day run to Montrose and back on a regular passenger. Why don't you shout, you old hoss !" and Sam fetched Joe a whack on the back that you could have heard half a block off. "Yes, it's fine,'' replied Joe, quietly Although he did not give any outward exhibition of hi3 satisfaction he was, for all that, tingling with pleasure. Another round up the ladder had been achieved. Joe was a mighty proud boy when he stood at the throH! of engine 17, attached to passenger local No. 75, dra srn up in the depot at Green River waiting for the signal to pull out for Montrose. The president's private car was attached, and that of ficial, several directors, the division superintendent, aml other officials of the road, were going to make the first trip from Green River that morning. There was an article in the morning papers about the opening of the new branch, and the fact was published that some of the company's officials would make the trip. Another thing that pleased Joe was that he had just heard that Jason Hobbs had been put back on the day freight in place of Abe Morris, who had been put on one of the new locomotives on the Spring Valley Branch. Morris was to make the first trip from Montrose that morning on passenger No. 67. He and Joe would pass each other somewhere on the line. Joe got the signal at last. "Ring, Sam," he said, as he let off the brake and pulled a little on the throttle. Sam pulled on the bell-rope, and with a "puff-puff_:_ puff-puff,'' the trajn began to glide away from the depot. They were soon slipping along at a slow rate of speed towards the outskirts of the town, the bell ringing "cling dong, ding-dong." As soon as they were clear of Green River Joe increased speed until they were flying at a thirty-mile clip The :first stop was at Parkville and the next the junction where the train left the main lin e and went on the Branch. Joe reached the latter on time to the minute. "Manville," said Mr. Gnlway, in his sharp, incisive tones One passenger got off. when he was tallring business. "We open the SE ring Valley "All aboard!" shouted the conductor. Branch to Montrose to-morrow. I have decided to put you There was nobody waiting to go on down the Branch from 'on one of the new engines and give you a day run. You there so the conductor signalled to go ahead and jumped on will take out the first passenger, No. 75, at eight Yom the forward engine will be No. 17." They stopped successively at Clinton, Fairdale and Prc;;;-"T.hank you, sir," replied Joe, overjoyed at his promocott, and then there was a fifteen-mile run without a stop, a tion. part of which carried them through the foothills wher e "Calder, I have had a good report of yoi;i since you've there was a deep cu;t. been firing for Manville. J have concluded no t to sep -Joe mn her up to thirty-five miles an hour, after leaving arate you for the present. You will therefore report at' Prescott. the roundhouse in the morning in time to get No. 17 ready. Opening out a straight track to the cut, Joe ran tl 1 L' 'I hat is all, young men. You may go." speed up to forty miles. The master mechanic took up the butt of his cigar which "We're going some," said Sam. "No. 17 is a fine enhe laid on the corner of his desk .while talking, swung gine." around in his pivot-chair, and gave his attention to some "She's a beauty," repll('d Joe. "Behaves like a re gular papers before him. lady." 'rhe boys bowed and walked out of the office. "That's what she does. The track is as fine as silk." whiz l If that isn't great I'm a boil ed lobster,'' Suddenly Joe pushed the reverse lever clear forward an l cried Sam, cutting a caper in his delight. "Just think or whistled down brakes, at the same time applying the airit No more night runs on that old freight, breaking brakes.


' u STRIKING HIS GAIT. -----"Hello!" cried Sam, straightening up, shovel in hand, "what's wrong?" "Something on the track ahead," replied Joe "I can't make out what it is, but it looks like an obstruction Sam stuck his head out of his window and looked ahead. "By Jupiter, you're right! There is something. It's stretched clear across both rails. What the deuce ca.n it be?" They were rapidly drawing near it. Whatever it was it looked curious. "Dern it all!" cried Sam, at length. "It looks just like a man stretched out asleep." "It can't be," replied Joe, letting sand on the rails. "No man is going to pick such an uncomfortable,.not to say dan gerous, bed to snooze on." "Drunken men will do most any old thing. They don't know any better "It does look like a man," said Joe, after a moment or two. "Gee! I hope not, for we may strike the obstruction, and I don't want to kill anyone." "It would be tough luck on your first passenger trip." The locomotive was now slowing do1vn rapidly, but it was still a question whether the pilot wouldn't strike whatever was on the track. Sam climbed out on the foot board and ran forward. After one good look he rushed back to the "It is a man, for a fact," he said, excitedly. "And what's more, it looks like a pair of them." '"A pair of men!" gasped Joe, his hair beginning to rise. as the -possibility of a tragedy confronted him. "Great Scott I'm afraid we'll strike." In a couple of moments more all doubt as to the fact that there were two men on the track vanished. Joe let off shriek after shriek of the whistle, but there wasn't a move on the part of the human obstructions. "They must be lifeless," he said to himself. "Those whis tles are loud enough to wake the dead." "They're tied to the track!" sung out Sam, in a fever of excitement. "Tied to the track!" :fl.uttered Joe. "My heavens I What is the meaning of it?" As Joe shut off steamand the drivers gave their last expiring turn, the locomotive coming to a dead stop, the two forms seemed to Joe's terrified eyes to disappear under the pilot. Sam sprang to the g.round and ran up to the men. Joe whistled for the conductor and jumped from the cab on the opposite side. The conductor was in the baggage-car, and he was at hand in a moment. Joe was looking at the huinan obstructions in bewildered amaze. "What does this mean?" gasped the conductor, gazing down at the two figures, bound hand and foot to the rails. "Great Scott! It's a hold -up!" cried Joe, as four ruf fians with rifles appeared from thE1 shelter of the brushwood. CHAPTER XVI. JOE FOILS THE TRAIN ROBBERS. There wasn't any doubt but it was a hold up, and a mighty daring one at that. ['his explained the pre,;ence o. ihe two fonns tieu to the rails. They looked like young .fari11 hands, in their shirts, trowsers, and boots, without head covering, and the terrified look that rested on their .features, together with their rolling eyes, showed that they were fully conscious. In spite of the presence of the four villainous-looking rascals, one of whom seemed to wear a .familiar look, Jo<> pulled out his knife and started to cut one o. the obstruc tions loose. "Stop!" cried the foremost ruffian, in a threatening tone, at the same moment covering the young engineer with hi.:1 gun. "Throw up your hands, the three of you, or I'll per forate you." Joe threw his up very reluctantly, while Sam and thr conductor followed suit. The other men dashed down the line toward the presi dent's private car, which was coupled on at the end of the train. Joe's active brain was busy at work trying to figure out some plan to foil the purpose s 0 the scoundrels. It struck him that the fellow who held them under his gun was one of the men who hac1 been implicated in the Mounta .in View affair a few months back. He wasn't sure, however, as he had not been able to get a square look at either of the rascals that night, owing to the darkness. "Is your name Garvey?" he asked at a venture. The fellow started and looked at him intently. "What is that to you?" he s narled. "Not much," replied Joe, "except that you'll be pinched in about a minute." "Eh I" ejaculated the rascal, a trifle startled. "Quick!" shouted Joe, as if to someone behind the ruf fian. "Grab him!" The rascal, taken off his guard, lowered his gun and a half-spring around ready to defend himself. The moment he did so Joe make a dash for the loco motive. The man saw he had been fooled and turned in time to detect the boy' s move. He raised his rifle and fired at Joe. The ball tore a hole through the young engineer's jumper and shirt, grazing his skin, but inflicted no further injury. Joe sprang into the cab, let off the brakes all through th'.! train, and the ones on the engine, and pulled on throttle. The reverse lever still stood forward and he did not have to touch it. Crac)r The rascal fired at Joe, and the ball narrowly mis.ied the young engineer, chipping off a splinter from the wo1,dwork of the cab window. As the locomotive began backing away from the obstruc tion, the ruffian forward and by the skin of his teeth sprang upon the pilot. He began moving along the footboard toward the cab with blood in his eye as Joe put on more steam and the train gathered speed. "Shut off or I'll kill you the scoundrel shouted, rais ing his gun. "Never!" answered the boy.


STRIKIXG HIS GAI'l' 25 -----The Yillain coYcrecl him ancl fired quick. I The boy seized the rifle belonging to his prisoner and .Joe dodgl'd, bul ncYcriheles the ball raised a furrow '.Lt fired at the fellow. the rools of his hair just above his forehead half stunninoThe ball hit the arm that carried the gun, and the weapon him. t> fell on the roof of the car and bounced off. He _fell forward, his hand on the lever, the blood pouring The rascal, with a howl of pain, retreated out of sight. down his face. He carried the unwelcome news to his companions that Satisfied that he had killed the young engineer the rascal the engineer had regained the cab and was running the walked up i.o lhe window on Sam's side and looked in at train back, no doubt, t.o Prescott. Joe. They could not account for the engineer having a gun The boy lay inert, with the blood dropping on his overalls. himself, and they came to the conclusion that if they ex He's clone for. Serves him right for trying to spoil pectecl to avoid capture they must take the desperate chances our game," the fellow muttered, dropping his rifle in the of leaping from the moving train. cab and pushing himself through the window. This they did, one after the other, landing in the bushes He t.ore Joe away from the throttle ancl dropped him in and dirt, and rolling over half stunned the tender. 1t happened that they jumped off on the covered by Then he shut off steam, and looked at the levers, not Joe's backward glance, and he instantly shut off steam and knowing which was the one that opel1ed the brakes. put on the air-brakes. While he was :figuring out the problem, Joe recovered his As soon as the cars came to a stop he started ahead to iwits, brushed the blood from his eyes and looked around overtake them. him. Two of tliem managed to craw 1 into the bushes, but the He saw the villain putting his hand on one pf the levers. fellow who had the booty in his possession was not so forwhich, by chance, happened t.o be the one he wanted. tunate. He staggered to his feet, seize d a heavy lump of coal, and Joe reached him in time to prevent him from g_etting creeping forward, dashed it at the fellow's head. away The rascal staggered and fell over, stunned. Bringing the engine to a stop near the man, the boy cov-Before he could recover Joe whisked a small towel out ered him with the rifle and ordered him to surrender. of his locker and bound the man's hands behind his back. He gave in sullenly enough, and.then the young engineer While doing this he felt the butt of a revolver in his hin called on the baggage master to jump down and secure him. pocket, and he took possession of it. The n Joe, in company with the baggage man, the mail A sheath knife with an ugly -l ooking blade was in hi s clerk and two brakemen went in search of the other two. jacket pocket, and Joe took that away also. After some trouble they were located "I guess I've drawn all his teeth," muttered the young But they put up a fight with their revolvers, wounding engineer. "He nearly did for me, but I've turned the tathe mail clerk at the first fire. bles on him." Joe then open.pd fire on them, and they threw up the He dragged the fellow into the tender and left him. sponge Then, seeing that steam had been shut off, he pulled Thus the whole four were captured and Joe went back to the throttle out again and soon had the train racing back the president's car to explain matters to the head of the toward Prescott 'a.t a high rate of speed company and the other official He knew that the other three scoundre ls were on the train and he intended to try and get them captured, for he did not believe they would dare leap off while he was running at thirty-five miles an hour. When the ruffians boarded the president's car they blocked each door while the third man started to rob the railtoad officials. The starting of the train rather disconcerted them, and they began to suspect that something was wrong, but as th

26 STRIKING HIS GAIT. he wanted to recover his own valuables, as well as the pwp erly belonging to the other officials. Joe called on the baggage master to remove the prisoner he had in the tender, which was done. The young engineer was aboi1t to start on when a whif'-tlt:! down the line heralded the approach of Abe MorriR' train. Passenger train No. 67 slowed down when it drew near the sta lled train, and the first thing Joe saw was Sam springing from Morris' cab. He and the conductor had been taken up and brought on by Morris. "My gracious, Joe!" cried Sam. "One of that rascal's bullets reached you, didn't it!" "It did, and nearly :finished me," replied his chun1, starting up, after waving his hand to Morris. "You look like it. You've got a nasty wound on your head. How do you feel?" "Rather weak and dizzy, now that the excitement is over." "How about the villains? Did they get off?" "They did not. They're prisoners in the baggage car." "Good," said Sam, beginning to shove l in fuel, for the steam was quite low by this time. "How were they ca. ptured ?" "I'll tell you by and by when I feel better. I wish you'd run the engine till I wash my wound a.nd get the blood off my face." "All right," said Sam, ta.king bis pltice at the throttle. Joe felt much better after bathing his wound and tying it up with bis handkerchief, but for all that he let Sam nm the train most of the way to Montrose. The report of the bold-up caused considerable excitement around the depot. The prisoners, one of whom was identified as Benson, were marched to the city prison and locked up. After their exami nation before a magistrate they were held for trial. In due time they were tried, convicted and sent to the Sta.te prison for a long term. A second indictment was found against Benson for the night mail affair. He squealed on his companions, and two of them, Harris and Garvey, were also indicted on the second charge. It was Garvey who boarded the locomotiv e and shot Joe, and it was Harris that the young engineer wounded on top of the baggage-car. Onc e more Joe got into the newspapers, and there was enough said in print about his pluck and enegry to tum the head of most young men of his age, but it had no such effect on him. It was generally acknowledged that he had accumulatCl1 more fame in a shorter space of time than falls to the lot of most men in this busy world. The president and other officials who had been in the car tlrnt morning not only praised him to the skies, but they contributed a sunl of money to J?Urchase him a gold watch, chain and charm. The watch was suitab ly inscribed and presented to Joe by the president himself. At the n ext meeting of the directors his conduct was duly extolled and he was declared to be one of the road's mo;t valuable employees. A few day s after the hold-up Joe got a letter from Emily in which the young lady showed deep concern over the wound he had received from Garvey's bullet. 'The young engineer hastened to assure her that it was a mere scratch, but just the same be bore the scar there l'l lon g as he lived. Joe continued to run the passenger train over the Spring Valley Branch all through 1.hc winter and up to the beginning of the following summer, when the death of one of the best engineers of the road led to his advancement to the day express from Green Riwr clear through to Darien. Sam went with him, at his special request. Ile was now nineteen, a fine, stalwart, young fellow, who was regarded by his comrades and the officials alike as the pride of the road He did not lose any of hi popularity because h e would not visit sa loons and drink with the boys when off duty. It as noticed that he did not even smoke, either a cigar or a pipe. Neither did Sam. Jason Hobbs kept his pledge to the letter, for he knew 1.hat Joe Manville had made hirnseH responsible for his so briety and good conduct, ancl he with s tood temptation which assailed him strong l y at first, out of pure regard for the boy who hacl stood his friend in his hour of need. Mary Hobbs recovered, of course from her sickness, and was able to go to work again and about the time Joe went on the express she was married to an enterprising young Green River mechanic in the railroad shops A short time before Joe was promoted to the express hr became engaged to Emily Harford, with her parents' full consent. When he went on the flyer he arranged a signal with his sweetheart "' hich h e always l et off on the whistle as his train approached the bridge in either direction, thus l etting her !mow that, whether s he was waiting at the creek or not for him to go by, he was thinking of her. They were married when Joe became twenty-one. But he was destined for the greatest fame and distinction a rail roadl.nan can aspire to. His great ability and intelligence: were recognized later on by the i.ranagemcnt and he was given a place in the office. Herc his upward progress was rapid. By economy he saved enough money to buy stock in the ro11.d. 'T'hen he was promoted from one position to an other, and eventually he became the president of the road. and that pos ition of honor he holds at the present writing, true to his duty, tn1e to his trust, and honored and re spected by the whole community. THE END. Read "FROM MESSENGER TO MILLIONAIRE; OR, A BOY'S LUCK I WALL STREET," which will be the next nunber (10 8 ) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers o:f this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps bv mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.


. FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 27 Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, OCTOBER 18, 1907. Terms to Subscribers. .Single Copies .... ..................................... gne Copy Three nonth.s ............ .................... 0 ne Copy .Six nonths . ................................ ne Copy One Year ............. ....................... Postage Free. How To SEND MONEY. .05 Cents ..65 u $1.:z5 2.50 4t our rif!k send P. 0. Money Order. Check, or Registered Letter; re mittances many other way are at your risk. We accept Postage S1;a.mps tht;> same as cash. When-sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piec e of paper to avoid cutting the envelope. W1'ite vour name and address plainl!J. Addres. letters to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Sq., New York. GOOD STORIES. Thirty-five years ago the consumption of Portland cement was S,000 barrels a year, and now it has reached 4,000,000. It is that last year's output would be sufficient to con struct a sidewalk 15 feet wide encircling the globe. Seven boys entered their miniature airships for the annual kite flying contest, open to children of the public and parochial schools, which took place the other afternoon in Genesee Val ley Park, N. Y. Interest was lent to the contest by an odd incident, showing that the birds of the air may be fooled by the cleverness of man. Aling Brown had a kite made in imi tation of an American eagle, and when it spread its wings to the breeze and rode away into the air it looked like a real "king of the air." Indeed, so perfect was the imitation that as the beautiful kite soared over one of the tree$ in the park in rising, two largekingfishers saw the strange fowl and, uttering their shrill cry of battle, left the tree and followed the kite high into the air. They wheeled and circled around their new enemy, but such was their awe of the majestic bird they did not venture to push hostilities to the actual point of contact. This eagle hlte took the first prize. Most Lancashire, Elng cyclists are familiar with Winwick, a on the way between Leigh and Warrington, sur rounded by good roads, and no doubt many of these wheelers have been struck with the curious effigy of a pig carved in the tower of Winwick church. It is said that when the church was being built a pig moved the foundation stone three times, and at last allowed the stone to remain on the spot where the church now stands. An effigy was therefore placed in the church tower. The word "Winwick" uttered with a nasal twang resembles the grunt of a pig, and this is also said to give the village its name. General Smirnoff writes of General Stoessel's conduct during the siege of Port Arthur, according to the Chicago News: "The timidity of Stoessel was such that he never appeared in the fighting lines, but he abused the population as 'pol troons' and 'rascals.' When, in September, several shells fell near our lodgings, Stoessel moved to the house of General Volkoff, in another part of the town. His flowers and part of his household things had been moved when a shell struc k Volkoff's house. The things were taken back to the old place. Toward the end of November the enemy began shelling us from eleven-inch mortars, and Stoessel again removed, this time to the vicinity of the barracks of the Tenth Regiment, which was out of range. There he lived in perfect safety until the enemy was able to shell this also. There upon he hastened to surrender. Such pusillanimity made him the constant laughing stock not only of the officers but of the rank and file and civilians as well, but whenever he caught any one ridiculing him he took the cruellest vengeance." Ilvidently the people who have taken to raising albatross on farms are working on the principle that if it is bad lck to kill -0ne of these sea birds it must be exceedingly good luck to propagat e tJiem. One of the farms where a business is made o f hatching and rearing young albatross has already reached a place of importance in one of the European countries. Hun dreds of birds are raised on this farm, and many men and women are employed in taking care of them. The albatross lays a single white egg, and it prefers to build its nest on the ground. The ordinary bird this name does not nefed to have salt put on its tail to fall an easy prey. for it will bite at a hook and line baited with a piece of pork. One might really go albatross fishing instead of hunting in the region of an albatross farm. Some of these birds grow very large, the spread of their wings measuring twelve feet. As a rule albatross are perfectly white, with slight dark markings, and some are all dark, like soot-covered birds. Henry Clay was an aspirant for the Presidency of the United States for twenty-four years, but never the goal. He received 37 electoral votes in 1824, 49 in 1832 and 105 in 1844. He was elected Speaker of the House of Repre s entatives six times, and was twice United States Senator, besides holding other high offices. After an accident to a flywheel in a large European electric station the superintendent designed and had constructed a flywheel of wood which has a diameter of 35 feet and a rim width of 10 feet. The thickness of the rim is about 12 inches and it is made up of forty-four thicknesses of beech planks with staggered joints. The boards were glued together and then bolted. The inside consists of a double :wheel, the twenty four spokes of which are fastened to two hubs. Spokes and hubs are of cast iron. The wheel is operated at seventysix revolutions a minute, which corresponds to a peripheral speed at the rim of 139 feet a second. JOKES AND JESTS. Miss Flyppe (in grand stand)-Those fellows are excellent musicians, aren't they? Her Escort-Not to my knowledge. What makes you think so'! Miss Flyppfr-They don't seem to know how to piay baseball. The governing board M an educational institution for col ored people in Washington were not a little mystified as well as amused recently when in response to an advertisement in serted by them in the local papers they received the following communication: "Gentlemen-I noticed your advertisement yesterday for a pianist and music teacher, either white or colored. Having been both for several years I wish to offer my services." An army officer in charge of a native district in South Africa presented the Kaffir boy who acted as his particular servant with a pair of s trong, heavily nailed ammunition boots. The boy was delighted with the gift, and at once sat down and put the boots on: They were the first pair he ever had, and for several days aft(j.l'ward he strutted proudly about the camp in them. But a few days later he appeared as usual in bare feet, with the boots tied round his neck. "Hullo!" said his master, "why don't you wear your boots? Are tliey too small for you?" "Oh, no, sah," replied the Kaffir, "they plenty big. Berry nice boots, sah, but. no good for walking or running. Make um fellah too much slow. sah. Keep boots now for wear in bed." I JI Edyth-You ought to have heard Mr. Huggins's ringing speech last night. l.lfay-Why, I wasn't aware that he could make a speech. Edyth-Well, I can't repeat the speech, but I can show you the ring.


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. WATKINS' WEIRD By Col. Ralph Fenton. Albert Watkins, solicitor and petty lawyer, had all his life practiced usury, extortion, and frugality. This had won for him the epithets of skinflint and miser. Little he recked, though, what the world thought of him. Public opinion was lightly held by Albert Watkins, and consequently his name in the community became synonymous with "snig," "penurious" and "grasping." Indeed, there were plenty who did not wish the old pettifogger well. Among a certain ignorant class of tenants, curses, and even dark threats of possible vengeance were uttered. Anarchy was a profession not yet known in the thriving little town of Hubbell, Pennsylvania, else Albert Watkins might have fallen under the socialists' ban. The tale to be repeated in these pages the author does not attempt to vouch for. It may be true, it may not; but to give it for what it is worth, and just as it was rendered to him, will be his purpose There are plenty of believers in things supernatural. There are plenty of bold slrnptics. The former will, affirm the skep tics, be found only among the ignorant and uneducated classes. However this may be, it Is a well-known fact that .statistics will show that men of advancement, of learning, and of cool nerve, will repeat often cases of the supernatural, which, while they will not credit them to be such, are unable to give lucid expla:cation. But we will not waste time in theorizing or palpable logic. Let us rather proceed to the facts concerning the strange and weird experience of Mr. Watkins. For a year past there had reigned a business panic in the country. Bankers, brokers, tradesmen, and, in fact, all classes, were deeply affected by it. But there were some exceptions. Those men who, like Watkins, had plenty of ready nioney, and did not do business on borrowed capital, were in the best of spirits. Indeed Watkins was right in his element. From morning until night he was engaged in making and collecting loans and extorting fabulous rates of interest, in default of which foreclosure would follow, and a sacrifice sale insuring mighty profits to the usurer. One day there came to the Hall, the rich residence of the usurer, a raggedly clad girl, not more than a dozen years old. Her name was Alice Lee; and she was the fourth of six children of Herbert and Mabel Lee, who lived in the lower part of the town. Herbert Lee, a year previous, had been a prosperous manufacturer of yarns, and owned the mill which was one of the principal industries of Hubbell The Lee mansion was a fine estate. The family were loved and respected. But the financial panic struck Lee at a weak moment, and he was embarrassed. In his extremity he went to Watkins for money. A tre mendous rate of interest was allowed-six per cent. a mon t h. However, Lee hoped to pay off the loan in a few months. But in this extremity a large firm whose notes had been discounted by Lee went under. This again crippled the manufacturer. He went to Watkins for an extension. The usurer saw his opportunity to grasp the all of his neighbor. "Only give me an extension," pleaded Herbert Lee. "I shall be on my feet In three months." But Watkins turned coldly awa-y. The next day the fore closure fell. Forced sale ruined the whilom prosperous manufacturer, and he went to the wall without fifty dollars left. Eve1ything was swept away clean. Turned out of doors, the family was forced into a wretched tenement. Then over work and trouble brought the unfortunate manufacturer down upon a sick bed. For months he hovered this side of the grave. He was a shattered wreck. Never again would he arise. Who was re sponsible for this? People viewed the case aghast. Watkins was openly blamed. "I must protect myself," he said coldly. "You could have done that, and still have allowed Lee to continue," said a leading business man. "Lee's fortunes are nothing to me," sneered the old skin flint. "He had as good a chance in life as I did. I only took my own." Upon this day that Alice Lee presented herself at the Watkins mansion, Herbert Lee had seen the end coming. With the desp eration of a dying man he made one last effort to leave his little family well provided for. Alice Lee carried a lettPr. It was supers,rired in a trem bling hand to Albert Watkins. The hall boy, gay in his uniform and brass buttons, opened the door. He was a lad of tender heart, and regarded the shivering girl pityingly. "Father has sent this letter to Mr. Watkins," she said, in a barely audible voice. The boy smiled pleasantly. "All right, sis," he said, cheerily. "I'll take it to him, as sure as my name is Tom Taylor. Wait here.'' Watkins was in his library. He languidly tore away the seal and read the message from the dying man: .ALBERT WATKINS: DEAR Sm: It iP.ves me more humiliation than you can know to present to you my case once more. I am dying. To morrow's sun will see me a corpse, and my tender family are without even a morning meal. Now you know I have a moral if not a legal right to call upon you to in some modest way provide for them. You have profited richly by my losses. Every dollar of property I ever had you have unjustly and selfishly cleaned me out of. Now it is only fair that you should return a modes t sum to my dear ones. I would not ask it for myself. You must do this, or by heaven and its angels I will come back from the dead to haunt you! I will be your weird to the end of your life! Heed the warning. My dear wife and tender ones must not starve. Come and see me this hour, or it will be too late. Yours prayerfully, HERBERT LEE. For a moment Watkins' face was as dark as a thundercloud; then he crushed the letter and flung it upon the floor. He arose and touched a bell. Tom Taylor, the hall boy, ap peared. "My boy," he said, "go downstairs and tell that ragamuffin girl to go back to her father and tell him that he has insulted me. I will never help him now, though I might have done so otherwise." Tom went downstairs, but he had not the heart to tell the child word for He abridged it carefully, though the effect was there. And Herbert Lee, tossing upon his hed of pain, heard the answer of the man who had ruined him. Wife and weeping children were gathered at t he bedside. The dying man pressed the faithful wife's hand and said: "Fear not. I shall be always near you." Then his spirit fled. That morning, at about the same hour, Albert Watkins was wakeful. He felt a strange and horrible sensation. Something seemed hovering over his bed -some weird, awful shape. Something clutched his wind-pipe He was choking, dying; then with a mighty effort he sprang out of bed, sending forth cries of terror which brought the household, servants and all, to his side. "It was a nightmare," he said. "I am subject to them." Something told him the truth before he read in the morning paper of Herbert Lee's death. He was cold and shivering as he remembered that It was about the hour of his fearful experience. He would not attach significance to the coincidence. His resolute soul held this off. Still, there was a haunting rear that the dead man's threat might be enacted. That he might come back to haunt him. There was a noticeable change in the appearance of Albert Watkins. People noticed it. Many 'wonder ed at it.


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 29 Age seemed coming rapidly upon him. In various ways he was no longer the same. His manner was that of a criminal in fear of the law-a hunted man. Mrs. Lee was struggling hard against the tide of poverty. With her helpless ones to provide for, it was no easy matter to keep from the door the gaunt wolf of want. Nearby lived the Taylors, consisting of Tom, the hallboy at Watkins' house, his mother and an invalid sister. 0Tom was well acquainted with the facts concerning Mr. Lee's failure and death. He knew the grasping nature o! Watkins asnobody else did. "I tell you, Mrs. Lee," Tom said one day, "Mr. Watkins has been acting very strangely of late. There seems to be a heavy weight upon his mind. Indeed, I am not sure but that he is going to lose his wits." "That is strange," she said. "I think SQ," continued Tom. "Do you know, he acts very much like a haunted man. He is constantly giving little starts, and once he came rushing through a dark corridor with awful screams of teNor, and into the library where I wai;i. At sight of me he stopped screamin.;, but he was a sight to behold. His was a'S white as chalk, and he was all perspiration. I jumped up and asked him if he was sick. 'Go out into the corridor, Tom,' he said, 'and see if you can see anybody there.' I did, but the place was deserted. I came back and said so. He called for some wine, and said something about being haunted. Really, i t is very strange." Mrs. Lee drew a sharp, quick breath. She had heard her husband say that he would return and haunt Watkins, but had not attached any belief to the declaration. "It is probably some mania which Mr. Watkins has acquired, Tom," she said, finally. "Of course, it is not possible ior the dead to come back." It was not a week later when another strange incident occurred. The watchman on the beat near the Watkins mansion, at midnight heard fearful cries, and rushing around a corner saw a man groveling in the gutter in a darkened part of the street. At first he believed it was some unfortunate victifn of delirium tremens. He proceeded to help him upon his 1feet, and, to his amazement, recognized the millionaire usurer Watkins. "What is the matter, Mr. Watkins?" he cried, in surprise. "Have you been assaulted?" "Y-yes! Some strange thing leaped upon me from the dark and bore me down. It must have been the devil!" The officer signaled for some of his associates, and the vi cinity was assiduously searched, but not even the least trace of the assailant could be found. The rumor began to gain circulation that Watkins was beginning to atone for some of his harsh measures. Some o f the more ignorant claimed that Old Nick, whom he had served so well, was after him, and would yet carry him away to the infernal regions. Then came the most thrilling incident to cap all. The end was near. One night Watkins remained up to a late hour writing in the library. Tom Taylor was dozing in the depths of an armchair by the cheery grate fire. Suddenly a strange sound was heard in the corridor without. A door was heard to open and shut, there was deep breathing and inaudible strange groans. For a few moments the millionaire sat at his desk, pallid and nerveless. Then a mighty resolution seemed to Iiave seized him. about, but its light was pale and blue compared with that of another, weird and strange. And there, not a dozen feet from them, Tom and his master beheld a spectacle which nigh froze the blood in their veins. A door just at the angle of the corridor led into a tower chamber. This was seldom used, but now, with one hand apparently resting upon the knob, there stood a figure in white. What it was like, Tom Taylor could never after tell. It was the likeness of a man, but like nothing earthly. In one hand there was held what seemed to be a candlestick, but the light from it was not; that of wax or tallow, but more like that seen dancing in the air above cemeteries, or in ghoulish places. Tom Taylor stood trembling in the middle of the hall, but Squire Watkins, with ghastly face and blazing eyes, raised his club and started toward the mysterious presence. "Man or devil!" he shrieked, "pursue me no longer! Death to you!" With which he made a terrific blow at the strange presenc<', but the club swished through empty air, there was a strange rustling sound, and the specter was gone. Squire Watkins, completely prostrated, was groveling upon the floor of the hall. A thorough search of the premises was made, but nowhere could a trace be found of the strange visitor. No amount of money could induce Tom Taylor to set foot in the Watkins mansion again. Only one servant remained with the wretched usurer, a butler, named John Dean. One morning the butler came out of the mansion and called for help, saying his master was dead. Weeks passed, and John Dean was the only person with Watkins in his palatial home. Vague and awful were the rumors afloat concerning the money-lender and his weird. What ensued in the old mansion those few weeks up to the hour of Watkins' death only John Dean knew, and his lips were hermetically sealed on the subject. When the house was invaded by the police there in a chair at his desk sat Albert Watkins, a cornse. But in his stiff ened fingers was a pen, and upon a sheet of paper was written a bequest restoring one hundred thousand dollars, money un lawfully taken from Herbert Lee, to his widow and children. Many and vague were the surmises as to what scene had been enacted in Watkins' library that night. There was a repGrt that the bequest had not been written by Watkins, but by hands not of this world. Another rumor had it that the weird had appeared and compelled the grasping usurer to write and sign the bequest. How it all was nobody on earth ever could learn. With the death of Watkins the weird disappeared, though the story lived. Some believed it, others did1 not, and it went down into the past with little more credence attached than to any tradition of the kind. The money, however, was paid to the Lees by Watkins' heirs. Whether a superstitious fear or a sense of right caused them to do this is not known at this day. But the money brought comfort and happiness once more to Mrs. Lee and her children. Tom Taylor grew into manhood, honorable, trusted, and popular. He succeeded in the. world, Alice Lee, to com plete our little vein of romance, became his happY. bride. And this is the story of Watkins' Weird. Whether Watkins really ever had a weird, or not, the author cannot positively say. The story is given as told for many years by those w ell versed in the traditions of Hubbell. Than this the reader i s Tom had been aroused, and sprang up, to see his master asked to accept no more. standing in the center of the library with a heavy stick in -----------one hand. "Tom," he said, in a strange, guttural voice, "take that candlestick and come with me. I'll put an end to that ghost, or die!" Tom obeyed mechanically. But as he stepped into the broad corridor he experienced a terrible chill, as if in the presence of the dead. The candle flickered and illumined the hall for a space James A. Miller, living south of Plymouth, Ind., has a novel family of pets. The group consists of an old cat and one kitten, a spaniel puppy and a good-natured hen. They all occupy one nest and are happy in their common habitat. Mr. Miller procured the PUPPY as a companion for the kitten and the mother hen adopted it w;ithout a dissenting mew. The hen exercises her maternal instinct by sitting upon the trio as she would her own brood.


Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA.! These Books Tell You Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good tiaper .in clear type and neatly bound in .)n attractive, illustrated co v er. '!?St of the books are also piofusely 1llustta t ed, and all ?f the treated up.on are explained in such a simple manner that al!]' iti1ld can thoroughly understand them Look over the list as classified and see 1f you want to know anything about the subjedll wen boned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL P.El SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENrS EACH, OR ANY 'l'HREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of diseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch A C, S author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW T O DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most approved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. B7 Leo Hugo Koc h, A. C S. Fully illustrated. H YPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW T O HYPNOTIZE.-C.ontaining valuable and in structive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also e xplaining the most approved methods whi ch are employed by the leading hyp notists o f the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C .S. SPORTING. No. 21. BOW T O HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hunti n g and fishing guide ever publish ed It contains full in stru ctions about gvns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and Jish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to r ow and sail a boat. Full instructions are given in this little book, together with instructi o n s on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.A comp lete treatise on the 11orse. Desc ribing the most nseful horses fo r business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for di se a ses pectiliar to the horse. No. 48 HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A bandy bo ok for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popularmanner of sailing them Fully illustrated. B y C S tansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1 NAPOLEON'S ORACULU.M: AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny ; also the true mean i ng of almost any kind of dreams, together with channs, ce1-emonies, and c u rious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, f rom the littl e chi l d to the aged man and woman 'l'his little book gi ves the explanation to all kinds of dt eams together with lucky a nd un l ucky Jays, and "Napoleon' s Ornculum," the book of fate. No. 28 HOW TO 'l'ELL FOR'.rUNEJS .-Everyone is desirous of kn owin g what his future life will bring forth, wh ethe r happiness 01; mi sery, wealtlJ. or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this littl e book. Buy one and be convinced. 'l'ell your own fortune. Tell t h e fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO 'rELL FORTUNES BY THE IIAND. Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lin es of the band, o r the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6 HOW T O BECOME AN A'l'HLETE.-Giving full in strnction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, paralle l bars, horizontal bars and various other methods of developing a good, h ealthy mu sc le; containing over sixty illustrauons Every boy can bc<'onte strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained i n this little book. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-Tbe art of self-defense made easy. Containing over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the ditferent positions of a good box e r. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive books, as it will t eac h you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containlng full instructions for all kind s of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises JlJmbmcing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald A ha ndy and usefu l book. No. 34 HOW TO FENCE.-Containing fnll instruction for fe ncing and the use of the broadsword; also instruction in archery. D escribed with twenty-one pra(;tical illustrations, giving the best positi ons i n fe n cing. A complete book. TRICK S WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing e xp lanations of the general principles of sleight of-hand applicable to card tricks; o f card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring 1le ight-o f-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of mpecially p r epare d c a r ds. B,Y Professo r Haffner Illustrated. N?. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH OARDS.-Em bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card trick11, with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and mag1c 1ans. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC No. ? BOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the also the most popular magical illusions as pe:-foi'llled by our leadmg magicians every boy should obtain a copy of tnis book, as it will both amuse and instruct. No._ 22 '1'0 DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight explamed b_v: his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43 HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the magical\ illusions ever placed before the public. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. TO DO 9HEl\IICAL '.l'lUCKS.-Containing over one hundred highly amusmg and instructive tricks with chemicals By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGIIT OF HAND.-Containing ove r of the latest and best tricks used by magi c ians. Also oontain mg _the secret of second sight. Fully. illustrated. By A. Anderson No .. 70 HOW '.J'O MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full d1rect10ns for makmg Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. No. 73 HOW. TO J:?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious tricks with figu1-es and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson IJ'ully illustrated. .No. 7.5. HO\Y TO A CONJUROR. Containinc tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups and Balls Hats etc Embracinr thirty-six illustrations. By A. Ande1son. No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK ART.-Containing a com. plete descr1pt1on of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand togethe r with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson: Illustrated. MECHANICA L No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every bo y should how inventions originated. 'rhis book explains them all, examples in electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumatics, mechanics, etc. '.!' he most instructive book published No. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containing fu ll mstruct1ons how to proceed in order to become a locomotive en gineer; also directions for bnilding a model locomotive; togethe r with a full description of everything an engineer should know. No. 57. IIOW TO MAKE INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions bow to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, JEolian Harp, Xylo ph .. ne and other musical instruments; together with a brief de sc ri ption of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. ProfusE>ly Hlustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. IIOW TO !\[AKE A MAGIC LAN'l'ERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together witj:J its history and invention Also full di r ections for its use and for painting slides Handsomely illustrated. By John Allen No. 71. HOW 'l'O DO MECIJANICAL TRICKS.-Containinc <'omplete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Trickl. By A Anderson Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING No. ft. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.A most com plete little book, containing full dhections for writing love-lettel'll, and when to use them, giving specimen l etters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO .WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of ii;itroduction. notE>s and requ ests No. 24. HOW 'l'O WRITE LET'rERS TO GENTLEMEN.Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LE'l"I'ERS.-A wonderful little book, telling you bow to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employ er; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to write to. Every young man and every youn g lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW 'l.'0 WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing lette r s on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation and composition, with s p ecimen l etters.


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