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The places with goodly cheer WH| r " 6od hlcis the cKil^enr<sranip^ci-W, m . y\ wishbone -there, a drumslick-Kere, ' Their stomach./ 5 needj t<? jtayv -And when,all helped mlsounleous wise, He turns his own plate o’er. He*.* greeted with the pleading of"* i ; rand pa j please iomc roorel Jj ooot> MouMKcwme 1 I 4M- Jim Moore’s j I Thanksgiving Dinner By Will J. Lampton No. 47 was due at Bridgeport at 12 o’clock noon. It was Thanksgiving day and Jim Moore, the engineer, was booked to dine at home on turkey with cranberry sauce on the side, not to men tion a few oysters, with a wind-up of mince pie that was warranted to make a man throw in a whole carload of thanks, extra. Bridgeport was the end of his division, and as it happened his 'Off day occurred on Thursday, his wife and all the kin on both sides were to have dinner that cay at Jim’s. It was to be the dinner of their lives, too. for Jim had not been at home on Thanks giving day since his marriage five years before the date of this chronicle. The weather had been very bad for several days before Thanksgiving, and every day of that week it had rained as if there had been an encore for Noah’s flood, and the elements were doing their best to respond to it. The road ran through 20 miles of river bot tom lands so low that in places long trestles supported the tracks, and it was at times a section that engineers were glad to get through without some kind of an accident. On this trip Moore bad an eight hour run and he had accom plished but half of It when he reached the low grounds. As the engine swung round the last curve out of the hills, and the first view of the valley pre sented itself, through the pouring rain, Dick Long, the fireman, burst forth. “Look at that sea. Jim,” he shouted above the roar of the engine. “We ain’t made of floatin’ stuff, aud do you reckon we can swim?” Moore swept the watery waste with his trained eyes. There was indeed a wilderness of water spread before them, but the railway tracks were plainly vis ible. winding through it like a great eea serpent with the ribs sticking out of its sides, and with innumerable feet extending Into the water at Intervals and long reaches of dark body that had no feet It was thus the trestles and the solid portions of the road presented themselves to him. At the last station before passing out Into the low lands and over the bridge which spanned the river proper, the train was flagged and the engineer was Informed that he must wait for orders before proceeding further. For four long and soaking hours the engine stood on the track throbbing restlessly and taking the pelting rain as if it realized that It was being imposed upon. “I don't care a cuss about the wet,” Bald Moore to his fireman, “for this cab keeps us dry enough and warm, but what hurts my feelings is that I am going to miss the finest Thanks giving dinner on the road between Mlllopolis and Bridgeport I’ve got a bill of fare hero In my wife’s handwrit ing and It reads like a fairy tale.” He took it out of his pocket and be gan reading It aloud. up on that,” protested Long. “Don't you suppose a fireman has got as fine feolln's as an engineer has, or do you? If I listen to that a minute longer 111 have a stomach strike.” Jim would have read further, even under protest, but he was interrupted by the conductor, who came up to the engine on a trot. "By gum, Jim.” he exclaimed, “the water has broken through the fill be tween us and the hills and we are marooned unless we go ahead and take chances on getting out.” "How about orders?” inquired the en gineer. “The wires went down in the rush and the operator has lost his connections at both ends,” “What’s the matter with waiting hero and taking it easy till the dry spell sets in?” Inquired the fireman jokingly. "See that water coming un there?” said the conductor, pointing to the rising tide creeping up the embankment to where the engine stood. "In a mighty little while it will be over this track, and the Lord only knows how high it will get or what will happen to the fill with all that water piling up against, it, and more coming every minute. Fifty feet of the fill has beon eaten away since M BUT HOW?” ASKED THE CON DUCTOR. the break took place back yonder, and it is dropping lUo grass bolore fire.” “We’ve got to get out .of this,” said Moore decisively. “Shake up the fire, Dick.” 'But how?” asked the conductor. “We have a hundred passengers aboard, and we can’t risk their lives, can we?” “Do you want to drown them right acre in the coaches like rats in a cage?” Inquired Moore. “Of course not,” “Then what are you going to do? Give them wings? Of course you are not. The way is open before us as far as we can see, and we’vo got to run for it and trust to Providence not to get shut off. Go back and tell your passengers the kind of a hoi© we are in and hear what they have o say. Be quick about it, too; do you see that water crowding up on us?” The waves of the rushing flood tapped the shore In a soft pounding that was as insidious and as sure as an epidemic. The fireman shook himself and began shoveling coal into the furnace mouth. Moore touched a cock here and there; a spurt of boiling water from one. a sizz of steam from another, and he looked satisfied with the signs. ‘ Shake her up, Dick,” he urged. “We have got steam enough to go on, but we’ve got to have enough to, go like blazes. There's business ahead.” The conductor returned In a short time reporting that the passengers were unanimously In favor of tal ing all I chances and make a rush for safety. ‘ •‘Now, Moore," said the conductor. "It’s up to you to get us out of thlA Maybe you can’t do It. and we’ll have to go down together, or swim for It You’ve got to let her go for all she’s worth and get there or bust Are you ready?" ‘‘All aboard," Moore sang out cheer fully for answer, but with a firmness showing ho had the best courage of his class, and their courage is of the kind that Is even better than that of soldiers. • ’ The engine was fairly humming now, and the steam was sizzing out of her. hot and dry; insistent upon having its energies exerted to the utmost. “I’m ready if you are," cried Long, slamming the doors of the furnace, whose fires roared like the coming of a storm. Moore took a long look ahead, and swept his eyes around the waters that were closing in on him. He tried his valves and cocks and saw that every thing was in good shape, and with a word to his cab mate he slowly opened the throttle for the race before him. The engine responded to the impulse of the steam as gradually it forced a way through the steel vitals, tugging and straining for a moment and gather ing speed as the throttle opened wider. She seemed to be stiff at first from long standing, but as she warmed up she loosened her joints and at tbo end of the first mile she was whirling along with the throttle wide open. The race for life against the insatiate flood bad begun and Jim Moore sat with eyes straining forward o?er his engine as a driver looks over his horse, flying through the last quarter with the wire just ahead. Twenty miles meant only as many minutes under ordinary cir cumstances, but these were not ordinary circumstances. A hundred lives and a great engine and train of cars were In the engineer’s keeping, and an angry flood, eager to destroy, was creeping swiftly upon him to take them to Itself. Five miles out into the rushing sea and as the last car of the train rolled across a trestle it swayed under the contending forces of weight and water and fell into the torrent, leaving in an instant a gap where an instant before the train had been. On they sped, and the bridge over the river was in sight. The* water had risen to the tracks be tween the train and tfce bridge, and Moore hesitated. It was as If he were plunging into the very river itself, for there was a wide spread of water in which no sign of a track appeared, and the road might be washed out. "How Is it, Dick?" he shouted to his fireman, who from his side of the cab was looking forward. "Wet." yelled Long in response, pale and frightened, but with his nerve still holding good. "Watch the fire.' commanded Moore, with a grfm smile, and the ergire dashed into the unknown. The water flew out at cither side from the great drivers in clouds of spray, drenching f he cab. but the track was firm and the train passed through safely and onto the bridge. The long slender structure swayed and created and groaned, and the waters roared beneath, but the net work of steel held, and the river was behind them. Bevond the bridge for half a mile the water obliterated the track again, but the engineer did rot c top to make inquiries. It was death one way or the other —slow if he sudden if he went ahead and there was no track, and he chose the quicker route. Safely again, and on. over another trestle which stood until the train was half a mile beyond, when It toppled into the flood and floated off down the tream. Five miles more, now, and the range of low hills with their eleva tion and safety rose before the.hurry sn.c train. The engine was whirling along at a mil’© a minute, and but minutes were needed to carry them from the jaws of death. Suddenly the track sank and the engine plunged. Engineer and fireman clung to their places, help less. but the wheels stayed on the rafls and the engine dashed ahead. The water poured into the firebox and clouds of steam enveloped the men in the cab The steam in the boiler went down a? the water rose, but the engine struggled on as If conscious of the peril, and i T a moment had caught the solid track again, and with a groan and a shriek as of pain, yet of triumph, she dashed out of the water and to the firm earth once more. But she was not making a roll© a minute now. It was all she could do to turn a wheel; but above the flood she gained heat and steam again, and ten minutes later the train pulled into little station on the high ground and the danger had been passed. White faced and trembling passen gers came hurrying from the cars to the engine with all kinds of praise and congratulations and purses, but Moore and his fireman were quite calm. They were as badly shaken up as any pas senger they pulled, worse perhaps, but they were not showing it to the public. "Got any tobacco. Dick?" asked Moor© when things were moving smoothly. Long handed him over a big plug of the Juicy black kind. ‘‘Well,** said the engineer biting off a generous chew “this ain’t exactly the kind of Thanksgiving eating I was figur ing on, but I am darned glad to be able to get away with it.** “Me. too,** said Dick as he bit off a hunk and heaved a algh of relief; No. 47 arrived in Bridgeport ten hours after dinner time.—tetroit Free Pres* A Bouquet From New York. The following bouquet Is from thu New York Times of yesterday: Ex-Senator Davis Is not is the least sensitive about his age, and stands a lot of chaffing on the subject. While at Democratic headquarters the other day be transacted about three times the business of on ordinary man. 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