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i I I Main Liive to Matrimony. By W. F. BRYAN. Copyrighted, 1907, by M. M. Cunningham. \zz.::.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm Nettie perched on the baggage truck and regarded with dumb amazement the bearded person vrho sat on the ob servation car side tracked on the tiny switch that sufficed for the needs of iLost Mine station. The half worn cars |that comprised the rolling stock of this hundred mile branch of the G. and S. W. were shabby in the extreme, and not e\en the Pullmans that Nettie saw when she rode down to the junction with Sain were to be compared to this palace on wheels. More important was the fact that the bearded person was the president of the system, the man whose word was law to the thousands of employees of the road and its vari ous feeders. It was the first time that any official of the main office had ever been over the line, and Nettie wondered that this .quiet looking man should be the head of the great system. She had expected (to see a six footer with a shiny silk hat and a frock coat such as she had seen in pictures. She was a little dis appointed in the subdued suit of tweeds and the peaked cap. But if the clothing was disappointing the face came up to all her expecta tions. A powerfully molded face it was, and every line betokened the power and the indomitable will that he had made the G. and S. W. one of the most important lines in the country. For a week the car had stood on the siding, hile the men of the party hunt ed and fished, and John Westhall sat on the observation platform smoking and planning fresh triumphs, and Net tie had fallen into the habit of sitting on the station platform and watching the strong, contemplating face. It re minded her of the engine that panted lazily at the far end of the car, big and strong and powerful. Westhall had brought his son and some of the latter's friends out west for a hunting trip. He, too, felt the need of rest, and he found it in the quiet of this tiny terminal. Once a **rOTT CAN GET YOUR TROUSSEAU READY." mine had made the branch a necessity, but it had played out Now a daily train was run over the line to save the charter against freshly discovered metal. Nettie ^^as the daughter ot Frank Nichols, -who had been conductor of the limited before he lost his arm The company had made him station master at Lost Mine, and here Nettie had lived her brief life, finding her pleasures in the woods and in brooks rather than in the companionship of people Sam Hildreth, the engineer of the road, took her dov*n to the junction sometimes and had taught her how to run the engine. They were to be mar ried some day when Sam could save up enough money, but there was small chance to sa\e on the meager pay re ceived as engineer on the branch. If he was ever transferred to the main line, things would be different. So she sat and watched the president puffing slowly at his cigarthe presi dent who could if he wished give Sam an engine on the main line and make their marriage possible. Ever since the car had come up she had been try ing to gain the courage to ask him, but she ne-\er dared approach him. A cry from the road aroused them both. A young man came running to ward the station, and at sight of him Mr. Westhall sprang to the roadbed land ran to meet him, his face grown (white and drawn. "Jim is hurt!" cried the newcomer as he came within speaking distance. "His gun accidentally discharged as he was pushing through the thicket, and his leg is badly shattered. Have the train ready to move as soon as they get him home. If his leg-perhaps his lifeis to be saved he must have at tendance as soon as possible." Westhall's face worked. "I gave Timmons, the engineer, per mission to go fishing," he said slowly. "He started before you did. There is a trout stream about ten miles in." "You can never get him," said the other. "Where is the engineer of the branch?" "Down at the junction, it would take him five hours to climb this grade," answered Westhall. "if the fireman vas fceiv, ne could run the en gine, but he has gone with Timinons. There is no one here who can run an engine." "I can*" spoke up Nettie. "Sam taught me how to run an engine. It's down grade for the first forty miles. We can run by gravity most of the way, and by then steam will be up. The fires are banked." Westhall turned to her eagerly. "You think you can?" he asked. "I have run the old engine," she an swered confidently. "I am going to marry Sam some day when he gets a main line run, and he said an engi neer's wife should know something about engines. Your porter can fire for me." Westhall turned to her eagerly. "See that the line is clear," he said. "The train cannot have left the junc tion. If it has not, order it to remain there." Nicholas hurried in to the telegraph instrument, and presently its clicks an nounced that the track was clear. Net tie climbed into the cab and took her seat on the engineer's side. The negro porter came after her and under her instructions began to make up the fire. By the time the rest of the hunting party arrived with the injured man the private car had been backed up to the station platform, and an old freight car had been added to give balance to the train. Young Westhall was scarcely put aboard when the signal was given, and, throwing over the throttle, Nettie moved the train slowly out on the main track. For the first five or six miles the track dropped sharply down the side of the mountain, and she used little steam in the cylinders. She knew the road as well as the path from her home to the station, and she swung the light train about the sharp curves with the skill of a veteran. Once the first drop was crossed the grade was lighter, and Nettie increased the speed. Steam was coming up fast now, and as she watched the gauge she realized that when they should need it there would be steam in plenty. They swung down past the foothills, out upon the plain, and she threw open the lever. The old freight engine that was the sole motor power of the branch line was not capable of better than thirty miles on the level, so she felt a thrill of exhilaration as the crack engine of the line skimmed over the rails responsive to her slightest touch on the throttle. She was almost sorry when at last the junction came in sight, but as they crossed the bridge Westhall came out on the front plat form and passed a note to the porter. With a glow of pride Nettie read the order to run on to Pressville and real ized that she had the right of way over the main 1 methe main line which meant so much to her. "Don't stop at the Junction," the or der ran. "You have a clear track and can handle the engine." The main line was strange to her, but she knew that there were but one or two small towns before Pressville, where there was a hospital, and she did not slacken speed until they came in sight of the yard. Then she slowly pickQd her way over the switches and into the station, where an ambulance was already waiting. Nettie climbed out of the cab as the stretcher was lifted from the presi dent's car. Westhall stopped a moment on his way across the platform. "You can get your trousseau ready," he said. "If your teacher is as good an engineer as you, he is slated for a passenger run. I will have the special run you back to the junction, where the branch train is waiting for you." While the dusk closed down on the mountain and the old freight engine was slowly climbing the grade Nettie patted Sam's hand as it grasped the throttle. "I can't ride with you on the main line," she said regretfully. "We shall miss old 376." "But the main line leads to matri- mony," he reminded as he kissed her. Waxed Meerschaum. More than a century and a half ago there lived in Pesth, Hungary, a shoe maker by the name of Karol Kowates. Among his many patrons was Count Andrassy, who was once the recipient of a huge lump of meerschaum. He handed it to Kowates, the shoemaker, ordering him to experiment on the new material and if possible fashion from it a pipe. Kowates cut two pieces from the block and smoked one him self. The hands of the shoemaker were waxy, and the meerschaum be came waxed here and there while Ko wates smoked. He found after some little time that wherever the pipe had been waxed a spot of pale brown ap peared like a stain. Still experiment ing, he waxed the entire pipe, which now, after habitual smoking, grew to a most beautiful even brown. Inci dentally the pipe smoked sweeter than before. Meerschaum then sprang into popularity. Got a Pass For His Calf. Several years ago, when the Clover Leaf railroad was built as a narrow gauge line, Eli Marvin of Frankfort was one of the prominent officials, with headquarters at Frankfort. One day a farmer walked into Marvin's office, explaining that he was a stock dealer, and asked for a stockman's pass. "Why should you have a pass?" ask ed Marvin. "I'm going to ship a calf from Frank fort to Kokomo," the man replied, "and it is the custom, I understand, to give the chipper a pass that he may travel with stock." "What is the freight on the calf?" Marvin asked. "Forty cents," said the stockman. "Well," said Marvin, "the passenger fare to Kokomo is 70 cents. We'll just Issue a pass to the calf, and you can pay your fare."Indianapolis Star STAGE FRIGHT. Actors Have Been Known to Die From the Malady. Perhaps the most terrible malady which can attack the actor in the course of his performance in the pe culiar disease known as stage fright. Through its evil effects strong men and women have been known to faint, break down and do many other queer things, and there are even on record several cases of people who have died through this horrible seizure. Some years ago a young novice who was to appear for the first time ar rived at the theater \ery white and Bhaky. Brandy being given him, he appeared slightly better, but no sooner had he set his foot on the stage than he clapped his hand to his heart, with a low cry, and fell down dead. The overwhelming sensation induced bj stage fright had attacked his heart, and his theatrical career ended thus even at its beginning. Quite as ghastly was the-case ot the young amateur actress who, strangely enough, had never experienced stage fright when playing with her fellow amateurs, but who was seized with the attack on making her first professional appearance. She went through the scene aided by the prompter, her eyes glazed, her hands rigid, and when the exit came it proved her exit from life'b stage as well as the mimic boards, for she staggered to her dressing room and fell into a comatose state, from which she neAer recovered. Perhaps, however, the most peculiar instance of all was that of the veteran performer who had gone through thirty years of stage work without experienc ing this malady. One night, howe\er. he confided to a fellow player that a quite unaccountable nervousness had suddenly taken hold of him and that he did not think he could e\er act again His comrade laughed at the notion and urged him to go on, as usual, but his astonishment may well be conceiv ed when the poor old player went on the stage and, after making several vain efforts to speak, fell back and ex pired. The doctor who made the post mortem examination stated that death was due to failure of the heart's action, evidently induced by the presence of an attack of stage fright.Pearson's Weekly. TYBURN TREE. Lord Ferrers' Tragic Journey to the Famous Old Gallows. Park lane was Tyburn lane, and it seems as if the gallowsdescribed in an old document as movableat one time stood at its east corner. It was there the ferocious Lord Ferrers was hung in 1760 for murdering his serv ant Horace Walpole's words paint the picture well: "He shamed heroes He bore the solemnity of a pompous and tedious procession of above two hours from the Tower to Tyburn with as much tranquillity as if he were only going to his own burial, not to his own execution." And when one of the dragoons of the procession was thrown from his horse Lord Ferrers expressed much concern and said, "I hope there will be no death today but mine On went the procession, with a mob about it sufficient to make its progress slow and laborious Small wonder that the age of Thackeray, with Thack eray's help, set up its scaffolds within four high walls. Asking for drink, Lord Ferrers was refused, for, said the sheriff, late regulations enjoined him not to let prisoners drink while pass ing from the place of imprisonment to that of execution, great indecencies having been committed by the drunk enness of the criminals in the hour of execution. "And though," said he, "my lord, I might think myself excusable in overlooking this order out of regard to your lordship's rank, yet there is an other reason, which, I am sure, will weigh with youyour lordship is sen sible of the greatness of the crowd we must draw up at some tavern the confluence would be so great that it would delay the expedition which your lordship seems so much to de- sire." But decencyso often paraded by those who outrage itended with the murderer's death. "The execution ers fought for the rope, and the one who lost it criedthe greatest tragedy, to his thinking, of the day!"London Sketch. When to Lift Your Hat. In answer to the question, "Please tell when and where are, or is, the cor rect time for a gentleman to lift or re move his hat," we reply: Without con sulting authorities of etiquette, in fact giving it to you offhand, so to speak, we should say at the following times and on the following occasions, re spectively, the hat should be lifted or removed as circumstances indicate: When mopping the brow, when taking a bath, when eating, when going to bed, when taking up a collection, when having the hair trimmed, when being shampooed, when standing on the head.Wichita (Kan.) Beacon. A Curious Anomaly. Until a few years ago the Philippine Islanders held their Sunday on the day which was Monday to the inhabitants of the neighboring island of Borneo. This curious anomaly arose from the historic fact that the Philippines were discovered by Spanish voyagers com ing from the east round Cape Horn, while Borneo was discovered by Por tuguese coming from the west, and sail ors lose or gain a day according their direction in crossing the Pacific THE I'BlNCETON TJNIOK: THURSDAY, OCTOBEfe 17, l(7 Mr \i ill \l/ \h to \i/ VI) \i/ \l/ \li ill to to to to to to to Used by Millions to His Title. "Papa," said little James, "what do they call a man who writes comic operasa composer?" "No, my son," the old man answered "he is usually called a plagiarist" Los Angeles Times. Calumet Baking Powder Complies with the Pure Food Laws of every State, i His Dear Old Mother. "My dear old mother, who is now eighty-three years old, thrives on Electric^Bitters," writes W. B. Brun son of Dublin, Ga. "She has taken them for about two years and enjoys an excellent appetite, feels strong and sleeps well." 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