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N. D. COCHRAN
EDITOR AND PUBLISHER.
COO SO. PEORIA ST. CHICAGO, ILL
TV. ;t- Editorial, Monroe 3S3
JelepnoneS Circulation, Monroe 3S2tt
SUBSCRIPTION By Carrier in Chicago.
30 cents a Month. By Mall. United
States and Canada, 3 00 a Year.
Entered as second-class matter April
21, 19X4, at the postofflce at Chlcairo,
I1L, under tbe Act of March 3, 1ST.
THE HUMAN TOUCH A heavy
train is rushing through the night,
a fast freight, perishable stuff. De
lay means big money loss, damage
suits for the railroad.
Ha! What's that? A red lantern
waved across the rails ahead again?
The whistle shrieks fiercely brakes
grind, tightening chains whine, the
heavy train jerks and shivers, then
comes to a standstill.
The conductor springs from the
caboose and hurries to the little dimly-lighted
way station. The boyish
operator meets him at the door; his
lips are grim and set
"Western Union wire, Conductor
Joyce. It's it's bad news, old man."
Conductor Joyce reads the mes
sage. "Your wife is dying. Come."
He reels. "Oh, my God, Mary's dy
ing! What can I do? How can I
The operator, his eyes glistening
with tears, stands silently. Then the
"S sh headquarters calling." He
bends over the ticker, spells out the
message. "Joyce, Conductor 108
Thome. Freight 108 annulled, side
track at Thorne. Uncouple engine
and -caboose. Run special to Tem
ple. Right of way over all trains
The conductor is galvanized into
life. "Bless the old man!" he says.
The freight is shunted to the side
track. The engine puffs down, the
caboose is coupled on. They're off!
In the little red caboose a heart
broken man sits with his head bowed
upon his hands, shaken with sobs, as
the special flies through the night In
the engine cab the engineer pulls the
throttle wide open, the grimy fireman
pours in shovel after shovel of coal,
the steam gauge crawls up and up,
the great locomotive reels and lurch--es
on the curves. Danger? SURE,
but Bill's wife is dying.
They flash by station lights which
look like fire flies in the dark. A head
light glows ahead, then dims. They
rush by a long passenger train on a
siding, its giant locomotive throb
bing impatiently, the passengersj
chafing at the delay.
The fireman chuckles. "No. 7,
FHIST time SHE ever sidetracked.
GOOD old supe."
The special rattles into Temple.
Joyce is off before it halts.
"Hey, Bill, here's the supe's auto
to toke you to the hospital!" yells
a call boy.
A dying woman opens her fast
glazing eyes. "Oh, Will, I am so glad
you came. I can die happy
now," and she is clasped in her hus
band's eager arms.
A gruff, stern-looking man, chew
ing a black cigar strides down thq
street the next morning. His face ia
set in a scowl.
An early drummer, waiting for his
customer to take down his shutters,
says as he passes: "That's old Sims,
isn't it? Bet he's a terror to work
The grocer grunts in disgust,
"Who? Him? The boys will go
through hell and high water for
The Irish yardmaster sees the
silent man stalk into his office. H$
turns to his crew.
"Shove 'em up, shove 'em up now,
ye tarriers. Let's get 'em out. Sure,
and the old man is grieving about
Bill's wife. God bless him."
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