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111, under the Act of March Z, 1879.
IT IS SURE TOUGH. If Cupid had
shot a dart clear through your bo
som; if you had found your soulmate
and succeeded in converting her to
your way of thinking, you -would na
turally want to chase around to her
place of abode after working hours,
and during the lunch period, to read
her another chapter or two of the
age-old story, wouldn't you? And
suppose that every time you did, a
bunch of moon-eyed, donkey-eared, 1
detectives dogged your footsetps and
persisted in keeping an eye on you
all the time.
Wouldn't that rile you? Naturally
it would, and you wouldn't lose any
time in telling those fellows where to
get off, in George Ade English. Yet
that is just what happens to Presi
dent Wilson, and the worst of it is
that he can't voice a protest The
secret service men of the government
don't take orders from President
Wilson and their instructions are to
keep him in sight whether he likes it
or not. Tough, isn't it?
HEROES. It's midnight on the
Oklahoma prairies. A heavy pas
senger train loaded with precious hu
man freight is rushing through the
gloom. The engineer hears a sound
behind him, he turns his head and
gazes into the muzzle of a "46."
"Hands up!" comes the crisp com
mand. "Slow down, quick!"
The driver is an old-timer and
obeys. The bandits, fifteen m num
ber, cover the train from end to end.
They marshal the train crew, in short
order, near the engine. ,
"Get in line!" is the order. Comes
Ed. Oldham, rear brakeman, lantern
in hand, a black-visaged robber hold
ing a pistol to his ear. "Line up
there you!" the bandit chief tells him.
"I can't," says Oldham; "freight
behind. Tve gotta flag it,"
starts back over the hill.
A bullet sings by his ear.
echoes the sharp command.
turns his head but keeps a going.
"There's a freight just over the
hill, I tell you. There will be a
wreck if I don't get back there," he
The Colts cracks again. Close
enough this time. The tips of two
fingers fly off the brakeman's hand.
Not the lantern hand though, thank
"Ill shoot to kill next time," warns
the robber, as he follows up the still
retreating trainman. Oldham an
swers, but plods doggedly on: "Can't
help it I must flag that freight"
The robber lowers his gun, a look
of admiration glinting in his eye.
"One game durn fool," quoth h&
Then he listens- intently. Par away,
over the hill, comes a rumble.
"There sure is a train coming,
boys," he says to his mates. To the
blakeman: "Come along!" They
break into a run together, pant up
the steep, gain the crest the rumble
growing into a roar. Then the red
lantern waves warningly, brakes
whine and as the headlight flashes
over the rim of the hill the freight
stops just in time. Three Pullmans
of sleeping passengers besides the
packed day coaches are saved from a
That brakeman was trained to
obey. He knew his duty and did it
Is any soldier upon Europe's firing
line, officer or man, doing more?
Only a railway private, but a hero.
And It's true, every word of this tale.