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THE GHOST TRAIN.
When tlio Rio Grande Western was
a narrow gauge road it was very
crooked. Even in tko Utah desert
there were many curves among the
sand hiila that have been piled up dur
ing the past few thousand years. A
locomotive--one of a type known as
"sewing machines," because all their
machinery was in sight—was trying to
make a spur for the general manager's
special, against which she had a time
order. The time was growing alarm
ingly short, and the driver of the light
engine i—;'•••.<■ I'm man on the
special with the general manager be
hind him, would bo crowding the
To be allowed to "pull" the general
manager is an honor earnestly striven
for by engineers, and when once ob
tained it is carefully guarded. It was a
clear.dry day in the early autumn, the
very best time of the year for a fast
ran, and "Old Sam" had been gaug
ing Ids speed for fifty miles back so as
to hit Coyote spur on the dot, and
break the record for fast running on
the Alkali division.
By the rules of the road tivo min
utes were allowed for tlio variation of
watches, but the rule is not always
wholly respected, and as the man on
the special was known to be a daring
driver the sewing machine crew saw
they were in a close place long before
the smoke of the approaching loco
motive was seen. Now they had
barely five minutes left and nothing
for the variation and the coveted sid
ing four miles away. If the opposing
train failed to respect the "five-min
ute rule" she might at that moment be
passing the spur. At last there re
mained but a single mile, and only a
minuto to do it in. The throttle was
wide open and the little engine was
rolling so that tho bell rung contin
ually. The fireman had put in his
last fire and was now straining his
eyes to catch the smoke of tho spe
Tho engineer, with his loft hand on
the whistle rope, clung to the side of
tho cab to keep from being thrown
out of the right of way.
The wheels under the sewing ma
chine were so small that tho best she
could do was forty-five miles, and now
when she came down to the very last
second there was still a quarter of a
mile between her and the meeting
puinfi but at that moment the flying
wheels of tLio special engine crashed
over the switch and shut her out. Tho
little sewing machine, hid among the
sand hills was straining overy nerve to
reach tho passing poiut at which she
was already overdue. The man on
the special was just beginning to feel
sure of his position when he rounded
a ourvo and saw the light engine
emerging from a shadow cut. Of
oourso ho shut off and tried to lessen
the force of the collision, but to Btop
was out of the question.
Tho fireman on the light engine
saw the special and warned his com
panion, for they were curving to the
left and tho driver could not see, but
the four men know that nothing could
prevent a dreadful collision and that
in a few seconds' time they would all
be pile! up in a heap. Both drivers
bad called to their firemen to jump,
wxd the firemen had turned to their
windows. The special engineer was
in the act of reversing, that he might
take tho good opinon of the official
with him. The other driver only
shoved the thruttlo in, braced himself
and waited for tho shock.
The driver of the special engine bad
• boy, und this boy had climbed up on
a picket fence to l.iss his father good
byethut morning at their home in Salt
but he slipped, fell and hung
with a fence picket through the
seat of his first pair of trousers; and
it was all so funny that now us tho en
gineer recalled tho circumstance he
threw back his head and laughed as
heartily as he had ever laughed in his
life. The fireman, casting a farewell
glance at his companion, saw him
laughing and concluded in his last
moment that tho driver had suddenly
become insane, but as he glauced
ahead where death was awaitiug ho
was not sure that ho was sane himself.
Tho driver, having finished his laugh
and still feeling uo shock, looked
ahead. The track was clear! He un
latched the reverse lever and threw
the engine in the forward motion and
the speed of tho train, which had
been but a little checked, carried
them away down among the sand hills.
Tho driver looked over to the fireman
and asked: "Did you see anything?"
"No," snid the fireman. "Did
you? " And the driver said no,
tried his water and opened the throt
tle and the engine whirled away, while
the fireman returned to his place at
the furnace door.
The official in tho special train felt
the resistance of the engine when the
engineer shut off and reversed, and
the general manager, turning to the
superintendent, asked with a show of
surpr ise :
"When did you put in tl at sid
"What, back there? That's Coyote
spur, and it has been there for six
mouths," was the reply.
"I know very well," said the man
ager, "where Coyote spur is, for we
waited there fifteen minutes for No.
Eight going down the other day, but
we just passed a siding on tho north."
The superintendent was inclined to
be funny, but the colonel, stroking
his long,gray whiskers, remarked that
he had seen a locomotive standing at
the point mentioned, and "as trains
are not in tho habit of meeting and
passing between stations, I take it
that there must bo a siding there."
There was just a twinkie of mirth
in the colonel's eyes, which, despite
the finger marks left about them by
the touch of time, are still bright
with the sparkle of youth, but the
superintendent was utterly unable to
understand the general manager.
There Was silence for a little while,
but tho general manager was by no
means satisfied. He pressed tho but
ton and when the porter came in he
asked: "Did you see an engine on a
siding back a ways, George?"
"No, sah, I haven't saw no engine.
D'aint no sidin' 'cept Ci-oto spur, an'
dat wus clear. "
"Send the conductor to me," said
tho official, and when the conductor
came in tho manager asked to b ; al
lowed to look at tho running orders.
"Run » special to Grand Junction,
avoiding all regular trains. Extra
engine 57 has until 5.55 to make Coy
ote spur against you."
"What time did you pais the spur?' '
demanded the colonel.
"Precisely at 5.55, " said the con
ductor, now somewhat alarmed at the
"Is there a sidinir between here and
Coyote?" asked the colonel, uni the
superintendent being at a loss to make
out what the manager was driving at,
started to leave tho car, but his su
perior officer called him back.
"There is not," was the conductor's
"Perhaps," said the colonel, "there
wns not when wo went down, but
there is now, for I saw a locomotive
The conductor laughed as the super
intendent had done, but the colonel
offered to risk a dinner that ho had
seen no "ghost" train, and tho super
intendent took the bet as the easiest
way of settling an argument which
was about to become embarrassing.
When the special reached Green
river the party went into the eating
house, where supper had been
ordered, and, as was his habit, the
colonel sat at the same table with the
train and engine crew.
"What did you shut off for just this
side of Coyote spur, Sam?" asked the
colonel, looking tho engineer in the
eye, and instantly tho eyes of the
whole party were upon tho driver's
dusky face. Tho engineer was speech
less. Not that tho circumstances had
escaped his mind, for as a matter of
fact ho had thought of little else, bat
he knew not how to answer.
"Did you think that engine was on
the main line?" asked the general
manager, noticing tho embarrassment
of tho engine crew.
"What engine?" asked tho engi
neer, trying to look and speak natu
"There was only one engine thcro
besides your own," was tho colonel's
response. "Will you be good enough
to answer my question?"
"Well," thought tho driver, "if
I've got 'em the G. AI. 's got'em," and
he answered: "I did think she was
on the main stem."
"What did you think, Harry?"
asked tho superintendent of the fire
man, who was staring at tho engineer.
The fireman only closed his eyes and
shook his head slowly, as though ho
considered them all crazjr, and his
long lashes, dark with coal dust, lay
upon his newly washed face like the
lashes of a chorus girl.
"Did you seo anything on your
side ?" asked tho colouel, who was de
termined to unlock tho lips of the
"Not a thing," said Harry. "I
don't believe in ghosts."
"It will not be necessary for you to
take out G3 (an accident report,) but
I wish you would tell mo what you
saw and how it affected you," said
the general manager, addressing the
"May I ask you first if you saw
anything, colonel ?" said the driver.
"I saw a locomotive standing on a
spur or siding just east of Coyote."
"When I saw her first," said Sam,
taking courage from tho colonel's
confession, "she was bang in front of
us coming out of a cut like a ball out
of a cannon. I saw it was all up with
us, but I naturally shut off—mechan
ically, so to speak. I thiuk I hooked
her over, but I didn't whistle, open
tho sand valve nor set tho air—thoy
wan't no use—no time—but just then
I thought of little Sammio as I saw
him last, bangin' on the fence by tho
seat uv his pants, an' it seemed to me
that I never see anything so funny,
and I laughed that hard that tho tears
came in my eyes and blinded me.
Then tho thought came to me that we
were a long time coming together, so I
looks ahead an' there wan't a thing in
sight. I asked Harry if he see any
thing an' he lied an' asked mo if I
seo anything an' I lied tor, an' opened
up the throttle again. That's all I
know about it."
Now the agent came in with a num
ber of messages for the superintend
ent, and as the official began reading
the first of tho lot he began to smile.
"Read it out," said the colouel,
"Perhaps it will tell us something
about the 'ghost.'" The superintend
ent read :
"Engine 57 is off tho track and
nearly off the right of way, 1,000
yards east of Coyote spur,but still on
That explained tho ghost engine.
At the instant when tho engineer shut
off, "the sewing machine," just then
rounding a sharp curve, jumped the
track, lit square on her wheels and
weut ploughing out over the hard
adobe of the desert. She rolled ancl
rocked for a few seconds and then
came to a stop with the engine men
still standing in the cab. Tho engine
had been working hard and if the
throttle had remained open she might
have made the curve ail right, but the
sudden relaxation of all her tension
caused a jar that threw her off her
feet, but it was a lucky jar for the
Since that time, however, old Sam
has been in hard luck. He has al
ready lost three legs. Tho last one
being caught under an engine, was
chopped off by the conductor with an
to prevent the en
roasted alive. Those
who witnessed the operation say that
Sam rested on one elbow and smoked
a cigar while the conductor hacked
away at his ankle. It was a wooden
leg. —Atlanta Constitution.
Seventeen thousand British patents
for the manufacture of ink have
/• iff it f
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iFtiny send dropped on the waiting land
In future years may rise a great elm tree
A noble thought uttered with careless art
May kindle deeds that thrill a nation's heart.
Naught is too small in God's eternal plan
To make or mar the excellence of man.
■ to ranks of honor would belong
■ b beginnings of the right and
-Anna M. Pratt in Sunbeams.
THE BEAVER S TRAITS.
The beaver is found in the northern
part of Europe and Asia, but more of
them are found now in the northern
part of North America. It hns two
layers of far. The under hair is gray
and very short,tho outer hair is chest
nut in color and is long and thick.
Jackets and cloaks are made of it be
cause of its warmth.
The hind feet of the beaver are
webbed. Its tail is like the rudder of
a boat. It does not have fur on it,
but is covered with scales. The beaver
is a gnawing animal. Its food is the
bark of trees. It is two feet from the
nose to the root of the tail. The tail
is over ono foot in length.
When they build a dam they find a
suitable spo^ where there are trees on
the side of the stream so that they can
gnaw them. The beaver gnaws a tree
so that it will fall across tho stream.
If it is not large enough they will
gnaw another ouo. This is tho foun
dation for the dam. They gnaw more
trees so that they can float them down
the stream. When they reach the
other trees they are caught among the
branches and packed with mud and
stones. It goes on this wav until it is
high enough. They do this became
in very cold countries the shaliow
streams freeze to the ground and in
tile short hot summers they dry up.
Their houses, which are near the
dams, are made of branches of trees,
moss and mud. Two or three beavers
cau live in oue of these houses. They
dig deep ditches so that they can go
iuto the stream without going over
the land. Reavers cut n number of
small logs and fasten them near their
houses so that when they are hungry,
they dive for one of these logs and
strip off a piece of the bark and eat
it.— l'rentou, N. J. American.
A SLAVE MADE A BISHOr.
American travelers in England, as
a rule, make a pilgrimage to the an
cient cathedral of Canterbury, which
is tilled with associations of moment
to the historian and the Christian.
Here tho Crusaders kept vigil before
departing to t'uo Holy Land. Here
Recket was murdered. Tho atone
steps are still here, worn in deep
hollows by the knees of countless pil
grims in past centuries. Every stately
pillar and carved slone has its record
of dim,far-off days in English history.
Ono saeue, however, which has been
witnessed in this great minster, is
more significant to Americans, vexed
as they tiro with their race problems,
than any murder or coronation.
Here beforo the high altar, with all
the solemn splendor of the ceremonial
of the English church, a poor freed
slave, with a skin as black as coal, was
consecrated the first bishop of the
Adjai, a Yoruba boy of twelve, was
taken prisoner with his mother by the
Foulah tribe and sold to Portugese
slave-traders.' His mother was left in
Africa. An English man-of-war ran
down tho slave-ship, and brought out
from the hold the wretched prisoners
frantic with terror at the white skius
and blue eyes of their rescuers. They
mistook the cannon-balls on deck for
skulls, and the carcass of a hog in the
j cook's cabin for a human body, an i
; tried to e , cap , f rom the supposed
j CRnn ibals by jumping into the sea.
The boy, Adjai, was seat to the
mission school at Sierra Leone. There
he was taught the Ciiristiau faith, and
traiued to bo a carpenter. Ho was
baptized under tho name of Samuel
Crowther, but kept, too, his owu name
Adjai, saying proudly :
"I am Christian. But I am always
black and Yoruba."
Ho proved to bo so faithful and
practical, both as Christian and Afri
can, that he was sent to England to
make known tho condition and wants
of his people. Largo sums were
given him, which he used with much
sagacity for his race. Tho queen sent
Bibles, Prince Albert a steel coru
mill and other farming implements,
which Adjai taught his people how to
On his second visit ho was made
bishop. He returned to his own tribe,
and after a long search found his
mother. He took her to his home
and she became a devout servant of
Christ, and lived to a great age. But
she persisted in wearing always the
Yornba costume, and in speaking that
language, answering all arguments by
"I am an African. Jesus will know
me in my own skin and in my blanket."
No man in Africa served the Master
more faithfully than Bishop Adjai
Crowther. The thoughtful reader in
the story of his life can fiud a moan
ing which rightly used, will uplift his
TRICKS PLAYED BY PLANTS.
Dr. Lundstrom has recently de
scribed some cases of alleged plant
mimicry. The cultivated plant known
as calendula may-, in different condi
tions, produce at least three different
kinds of fruit Some have sails and
are suited for transportation by the
wind, while others have hooks and
catch hold of passing animals, but tho
third kind exhibits a more desperate
dodge, for it becomes like a caterpillar.
Not that the fruit knows anything
about it,but if it be sufficiently like a
caterpillar, a bird may eat it by mis
take, the indigestible seeds will be
subsequently dropped,aud so the trick
Tho next case is more marvellous.
There is a very graeefnl wild plant
with beautiful delicate flowers,
known to man ns the cow wheat.
Ants are fond of visiting the cow
wheat to feast on a sweet ban
quet spread out upon tho leaves. Dr.
Lundstrom has observed one of these
ants, aud was surprised to see it mak
ing off with ono of the seeds from an
open fruit. Tho ant took the seed
home with it. On exploring some ant
nests, the explorer soon saw that this
was not the first cow wheat seed which
had been similarly treated.
Many seeds were found in the ant
nurseries. The ants did not eat them
or destroy them; in fact, when the
nest was disturbed the ants saved the
seeds along with their brood, for in
size, form, color and weight, even in
minute particulars, the seeds in ques
tion resemble ant cocoons. Once
placed among tho cocoons, it requires
a better then an ant to distinguish tho
tares from the wheat. In the excite
ment of flitting, when tho nest is dis
turbed, the mistake is rejicated, and
the seeds are also saved. The trick
is found out some day ; for the seeds
like the cocoons, awake out of sleep.
Tho awakening displays the fraud.
The seeds are thus supposed to bo
scattered ; they germinate and seem to
thrive in the ant nests.
After a Bargain.
"A dollar," she exclaimed when the
clerk had told her the price. "Why,
"We can't afford to sell it for any
less," replied the clerk.
"Well, I know where I can get it
for less," she returned, "and I am too
good a business woman to pay more
thau a thing is worth."
And then she marched out of the store
and paid 10 cents for car fare to go to
a place where she could get the same
thing for 99 cents—Chicago Post.
Daniel F. Tiemnu, the oldest ex
mayor of New York, who held that
office in 1837-'60,celebrated bis ninety
first birthday a few days since.
You Will Forget.
You will forget—a few short hours,
Fortune and fame and all to woo,
And ere the bloom forsakes the flowers
Tho lips you kiss have kissed for you,
And ere the morrow's sun is set,
You will forget.
You will forget—a mile or so,
And out of sight is out of mind ;
Tho easy tears soon eeaso to flow
When life's before and love behind ;
Aye, love, while still your eyes are wet
You will forget.
You will forget—in other years
When you behold that white star shine
We see so dimly through tho tears ;
When you shall pass these doors of mine,
Or that dear spot where first wo met,
Y'ou will forget.
You will forget—let me love on,
You have been all in all to mo ;
Bo when the past is dead and gone.
Like somo line golden phantasy,
Let mo love on, to pay my debt—
You will forget.
—Pall Mall Gazotte.
Untold wealth is a thing well known
to the tax assessor.
Trees are liko lovers : when tho
time comes for them to leave they
stay right in tho same spot.
Mr. Fosdick (to his wife)—"Do you
call your new hat stylish?" Mrs. Fos
dick— "Certainly I do and so will yon
when yon get the bill. Tho prioe
"It is sad," said one girl, "that so
many men now-a-days have a great
deal more money than brains."
"Yes," sighed another; "and so little
money at that."
"My good fellow," said the dude to
tho hatter, "how's trade?" "There's
really nothing in hats now-a-dayR,"
replied the hatter, trying one on tho
head of the dude.
"Kitty, why lias our French Revo
lution club called an extra meeting?"
"Oh, Nan, we are so bothered ; wo
can't find out whether we've read two
volumes or three."
Belle—"You know Jack Giddiboy of
course; don't yon think he is just out
of sight?"Sadie—"Indeed he is ! a very
personification of tho old saying: 'out
of sight out of mind.'"
lie can't pay his board, for his star of suc
Beneath the horizon has sunk;
Ho's an elephant now on his landlady's
And that's why she's holding hia trunk.
Parson Bloomfield—"I'm afraid,
my friend, your heart isn't right."
Dying Sinner—"Well, parson, you'll
have to settle that with tho doctor.
He says it's my liver."
Mr. Specilate—"Awfully dull in the
wheat-pit today. Buyers and sellers
didn't get together at all." Airs.Speci
late— "Why don't they mark it down
and have a bnrgain sale?"
Mamma—"What do you mean by
taking that piece of cake? When you
asked for it didn't I say no?" Tommy
— "You did; but lust night I heard
papa say that when a woman says no
she always means yes-"
"I understand your daughter has
given up bicycle riding." "Yes, she
sold her wheel us soon as she found
out she couldn't wear high-heeled
shoes on it with any degree of suc
Aland—"I hoar that proposing par*
ties are all tbe style this winter. The
girls do tho proposing and tho one
who proposes tlio best gets tho prize.
Have you been to any?" Ethel—"No;
but I had a proposing party come to
me the other evening. How do you
like my ring?"
"Willie," said the boarding house
mistress to her sou, "I was ashamed
of you at dinner. You kept your
arras on the table during the entire
meal." "Yes, mamma," was the hope
ful's reply, ''I didn't want to give the
boarders a chance to say there was
nothin' on the table."
Biggest Pine Tree in Wisconsin Fall
What was believed to bo tho large
pine tree in Wisconsin was cut dov
a few days ago at Antigo. It wi
well-known as a landmark. Sever
years ago, the top was blown off, lea
iug the trunk stauding. This trm
measured twenty-two feet in circui
ference and proved to be 150 feet
length. It was two feet in diamet
at, the top. The full length of t
tree was 260 feet. It required fi
grown persons to reach around it wi
extended arms.—Milwaukee Wisco