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A RUNAWAY TRAIN .
There have lately been turned out of
the Southern Pacific Railroad shops
at one of the big terminals of that
road on the Pacific Coast four of the
largest consolidated pattern engines in
. use, designed especially for mountain
work, whose plans and specifications
were drawn, by probably the only lady
expert mechanical engineer in Amer-
ica, if not in the world. How she at- ‘
italned her present position is one of
, the railroad. legends of the‘-road‘for
-j__which she works, but I believe the
' story has never been in print.
A number of years ago, about fifteen
I believe, some lucky prospectors “lo-
cated” mining claims away up in'the
almost inaccessible fortresses of one of
the mountain ranges of the West, and
the phenomenal riches of the lead
.amply repaid the heavy expenses of
the “mule train" that was used to
,“pack” the output of the railroad.
Eyentually the prosperity of the first
1"; proprietors brought other adventurous
spirits .to the lucky spot and later a
riCh syndicate bought out all the
smaller claims on the ledge and estab—
ghshed there the great mills and smelt-
hers of. the Calumet Mining and Smelt-
a
ing Cempany.
Then the Southern Pacific people
awakened to the importance of the
enterprise, and after a series of con-
sultations with the syndicate, in the
course of which a very handsome
financial proposition was made by the
miners, a branch road was surveyed
up through the canons to the site of
the now rapidly growing town. The
difficulties were almost insurmount-
able, but at last the work,was. done
and a very crooked and dangerous
piece of track was the result; Its
grades were precipitous in» the ex-
treme, its curves sharp to the last de-
gree, and its road bed so narrow in
some places that if a car became de-
railed it was either demolished against
the rock wall on one side or went to
the bottom of the gorge on the other
there to lie and rot and rust away.
Once over the cliff the cost of raising
an ore car would almost pay for a new
one, and the company seldom made
any effort to recover the wreckage.
One point on the shore road had al-
ways been dreaded by the trainmen,
and this was the sharp curve at the
approach to-what was called the sec-
Ond crossing. It 'had been a prolific
source of wrecks and'the rocks below
the bridge were strewn with the brok-
en timbers and bent and twisted iron-
work of dozens of ore cars that had
plunged over the sheer sides of the
deep gorge. This second crossing
bridge was at the foot of the heaviest
grade and from there the road wound
through the beautiful Silver Creek
Valley to the. “Junction,” where it
joined the main line of the Southern
Pacific.
At the point where the level track
commenced, hardly a stone’s throw
from the second crossing bridge, the
company had built a short siding for
the use of the giant consolidated en-
gine that was used to push the long
trains of ore cars up the mountain,
and just across the main track from
the siding stood the- little cottage
where John Clarke, the engineer, and
his daughter, Jessie, lived.
Miss Jessie. at that time was nearly
sixteen, and for the last three years
had been her father’s housekeeper. All
her life she had been intimately as-
sociated with railroad men, and for
the three years that her father ‘had
been running the big “pusher” she had
had no other companion than a little
brother, several years her junior.
All her spare time she spent with
her father about the engine, and had
made it an enthusiastic study until, at
s; :teen, she knew its mechanism about
as thoroughly as did her gray- -hai1ed
father; in fact, it was her boast that
slze could “run the consolidator as good
as daddy."
A short time before the incident hap-
pened of which I am abox t to tell you,
a tourist delayed by a wrec k at the
bridge had spent the day at Claxk’s
cottage. The little housekeeper had
mine the day very pleasant for him
L13; piloting him about the valley, and
or. leaving he had given her a pair of
powerful field glasses.
r"hey were her dearest earthly pis—
scsslon, for with them she could see
he: father‘s engine as it crept doun
the mountain f01 nee .rly an hour be-
fore he would ..11ive at the siding.
The long stretches of road as i;
wound around the crags up the canon.
now for :1 mile in sight, then dis::;:---
pearing among the 1',ocks only to re
appear still further up the mountain
were always an interesting study 1‘01
the girl and but for those field glglssca,
the young lady’s practical knowledge
of railroading and her- unpaiallcled
nerve, the Southern Pacific would have
had one wreck that would have cost
many lives.
ore cars rolled heavily by, the train
One August evening Miss Cla1ke
was watching througfi'itthe geld glasses
the effect of the sunlight on the bril
”in "‘ Mi
pnhew where the track
could be seen from the valley and only
a short distance from the big mills at' .
the top of the hill. Her father and his :
fireman had gone to the junction for;
some supplies, and were to return on'
the “mail,” nOW neaily due. Her lit-l
tle brother was “playing fireman,” and l
with a big bunch of waste was rubbing
up the bright work about the big en—
gine. The twilight silence in the val- '
ley was only broken by the occasional
hiss of escaping steam and the steady,
monotonous‘ ‘pound” of the air pumpI
on the engine, which her father had
forgotten to shut off before he left She i
had just noticed it, and was about to
go to the engine and shut off the steam
when, as she took ,one last look, she
was almost paralyzed by the sight of
a. long 'train of ’ore cars creeping
around the curve. Two or three of the
laborers at the min-es were still on
:,them but hand brakes would never
stop that heavy train, add as it slowly
gained in speed, she saw them'. leave
the train. Then she thought of the lit—
tle passenger, train that wOuld be there
in a few minutesand in another mo-
ment she was climbing into the cab of
the big engine and telling her‘ little
brother what to do.
“open the switch, Johnnie, and when
I get down on the main track shut it
and run down the track and flag num-
ber one. Tell dad I’m up the hill to
catch a runaway."
Johnnie did as he was told and the
powerful engine rolled out of the sid:
inggacros's the bridge and was soon
tearing upthe hill at full speed toward
the now rapidly approaching train.
As she left the siding her one
thought had been to save the pas-
senger train frOm an awful collision,
but as she crossed the bridge she
thought of a little story her father had
lately told of'how he had Once caught
a runaway train with his engine and
had stopped it before it could do any
awful danger.‘ If “Daddy” could _'do it,
she could. . . ,
For nearly four miles up the hill‘the
big engine fairly flew, then, as she
reached a long stretch of straight track
where the view was clear for nearly a
mile, she shut off the steam and gradu-
ally the locomotive stopped.
Jessie looked up at the steam guage.
The pointer indicated only 100 pounds
pres-sure. Keeping a close watch on
the track ahead, the intrepid girl left
the throttle and, opening the fire-box
door, replenished the fire. Just as the
last scoopful of coal was thrown in
and the' door closed the, runaway shot
around the curve into view, and, start-
ing the engine back, the girl watched
closely for a chance to catch the now
rapidly moving train.‘ ~
Down the heavy grade went engine‘-
and cars, the distance between them
rapidly growing shorter. On a little
piece of straight track, a little over a
mile from the dangerous bridge, Jessie
decided to take the. last desperate
chance, and as the enginereached the
desired point, only a few feet ahead of
the flying ore cars, the girl gave the
engine a light touch of the air-brake,
and then, ‘with- mighty impact, the
heavy train struck the engine, then
the air—brake was sent to the “emer-
gency notch,” but so great was the
speed of the train that even that did
but little to slacken the speed, and
that awful curve at the bridge was at-
most in sight.
Jessie almost lost her nerve as she
thought of that deadly place. She
knew'the big engine would never
round it at its present rate of speed.
Suddenly the escape valve of the en-
gine opened with a mighty roar, tell-
ing her the poWerful engine was
straining and quivering under the
pressure of nearly 200 pounds of steam,
and then a favorite axiom of her
father’s, came to her mind: “If air
won’t hold ’em, give ’em steam.”
One supreme effort of the strong
young arms and the reverse lever of
the black giant was thrown over, the ‘-'
sand pipes were opened, and with
steady hand Jessie opened the throt-
tle, throwing a mighty force against
the heavy train. ,
Now the speed of the train ma-
terially.decreased, but‘ the big loco-
motive rolled and rocked like a ship
at sea as she safely rounded the dan-
gerous curve and shot out onlthe high
bridge, and then came another shock
for the sorely tried girl, for standing
in front of the cottage, almost hidden
by a dense cloud of black smoke, stood
the little passenger train with its load
of unsuspecting travellers.
Here again the girl’s knowledge of
railroad craft came to her, and she
knew that no. power on earth could
stop that heavy train to avert a col-
lision, but she could signal to them.
A in own hand reached for the whistle
cord, and in a second more the deep'
valley was resounding to the hoarse
roar of the duplex whistle giving three
loud blasts—the railroaders’ signal:
“Back up.”
The signal was just in time; as the
passenger train backed out of the way
the big consolidator and its string of
now under control, but still moving
with sufficient force to have done con-
siderable damage.
As the train passed the siding,
Clarke and his fireman climbed on the
cars and soon stepped them; and as
Jessie jumped to the ground she al-
most alighted on a tall gray mustached
old gentleman. He was Charles Arch-
er, vice-president and general manager
of the Southern Pacific, and a man who
never failed to recognize and reward
merit; and it was at his hands Miss
Clarck received the education that
fitted her for the position she now oc-
copies and who placed the lady’s name
on the “merit roll” of the Southern
Pacific Railroad at a salary, of $1,500
per year, work or play, as long as she
greport in Washington, and'a
‘ given $1,200 a year fer‘clerk hire
.ives.,——By A. M. Strong.
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unnce of Wealthy Men is Becommg
More Marked—”rho fii’hlrl is Expensive
~Ricl1 Men'Sot the Social Pace.
Five thousand dollars is the salary
of a Senator and a Representative in
Cong1 ess but it is a matter of common
subject of
remark from the individuals them-
selves, that 'the greater portion of the
members of the two houses of Congress
do not live ,within this income.
It should be added at this point that
$5, 000 does not represent all that the
Senator or ~Representat1ve gets fxom
the government. He is allowed mue-
age between his home and W'ash'ingtgn
at the beginning and close of each ses«
sion to the extent of twenty cents a
mile each way. As nine tenths of the
members travel on passes, that is a
clear gain. He is allowed $125 a year
for stationery. , The Representative is
He
can'certif-y this to his wife or his
daughter, as many “of them do. Very
few it is claimed, pay out the full
amount to a clerk. The Senator has
$1, 501) 21. yea r for clerk hire. With all
this it is a=fact generally accepted that
only a .
live within- their official incomes. _
The increasing tendency of statesmen
toward expensive living has been plain;
ly noticeable to close observers within
the last ten years It is no reproach
however for it does not in all cases
mean that they are living beyond their
total income from all sources
One explanation of this condition is
that richer men are going to Congress
now. It is the fashion in many com-
munities for men who have been suc-
cessful in commercial pursuits 0. at
the bar to seek the honor and the
amount of fame that issupposed to at-
tach to a seat in the House of Repres-
entatives. ‘It is becoming more and
more the custom in State Legislatures
to elect as Senators men who have
achieved distinction in financial circles,
as the executives of great business in-
stitutions, wresters of fortunes from
crude materials and men of affairs gen-
erally. '
These Senators and Representatives
set the pace at the capital 'fortheir col-
leagues in the matter of maintenance
of establishments; or rather, it is done
by their families, and made possible
by the emulation of the families of the
others.
It is conceded to be a matter of prac-
tical impossibility for the average Sen-
ator or Representative to save any-
thing out of his salary. It is not un—
usual forge member (if the House's to
serve two or three terms in Congress,
lose his law practiceor his business
at home by his absence and attending
to his duties at W'as'hingtOn, and to
go out of Congress, in debt. There are
exceptions, of course, in the cases of
men from remote rural districts, accus~
tomed to plain, living at home and with
small families, who exercise rigid econ-
omy while here, and live within their
official income. They are the exceptions
however, and not the rule.
man finds demands upon his purse that
he did not dream of, and in a short
time, by- ~iorce ‘of circumstances sur-»
rounding his official position. gets into
habits of living foreign to his previous
experience unless he was a rich man
at home.
The last few years have shown an
increasing'tendency upon the part of
Senators and Representatives of means
to own homes at the National Capital.
Some of them have permanently lo-
cated there, and their families only go
to their former homes occasionally up-
on a visit.
Some of the handsomest homes in
Washington are maintained by Sena-
tors and Representatives in Congress.
The magnificent mansion of Senator
Hale of Maine Ts one of the most pala-
tial of the Congressional residences.
It is a new house, built after the Colon‘
ial style. and of a size which is appal-
ling to the average'Washingtonian, ac-
customed to a wedge shaped residence
of red brick, resembling a slice of cake
set upon end. It takes a small fortune
to run it. -
Senator Henry ”labot Lodge, of Masé
sachusetts, lives upon the avenue
named for his state in a. house which is
remarkable rather for its good taste
and comfort. of arrangement than for
magnificence. He would probably find
it very difficult, however, to keep up
appearances upon a Senator‘s oflicial
income. With the exception of Sena-
tor Wetmore, Senator Lodge, Senator
Hale and Senator Proctor, the New
England contingent in the upper House
are not men of great wealth.
Among the Representatives in Con-
gress who maintain luxurious homes
in Washington is Mr. Dalzell, of Penn-
sylvania. He lives on Vermont. ave-
nue, in the fashionable northwest sec-
tion of the city, and in a style, which
would make short work of a Represen—
tative‘s salary. He makes a great deal
of money out of the practice of law,
however, and is counsel for many rich
corporations in Pittsburg.
It is soon ascertained by men who
come to the Senate and the House that
the emolument provided by law- for
their services is but an incident of their
Congressional experience, and not wor-
thy to be classed as an attraction. It
can be laid down as a rule that would
apply to mere than amajority of cases
that the man who can work his way
into the Senate or the House can make
more money in a year outside of Con-
gress than he canln it, and that, if he _
wants to retire from the public life -
with a dollar in his pocket he will have
to get it outside of his salary and in
some other business.
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In Both Houses of Congress the Premmn- :1
few.of the nation’s legislators.
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l2” 'l'enunnt First Declined and Then
, Accepted the Great Explorer.
A pretty story of how Henry M.
Stanley wooed and won Miss Dorothy
lennant, though coming to us from
private sources has been made suf-
ficiently public to avert the charge of
undue, personality. Miss Tennant, it
is well known, was the original of Sir
John Millais’s famous picture. “Yes
or No?” It seems that Stanley had
asked the queStion and the reply was
”NO ,1
, The great explorer went to Africa.
again, and after several years return-
ed,to London to find himself the most
talked-of .man of the day.
The: thought of Miss Tennant was
still uppermost in his mind, and he re-
solved that. his first visit should be to
her home. In his impatience for the
morrow he turned over the cards and
notes with which the table was strewn
and, selecting one haphazard, decided
to while away the time by attending a
certain reception.
The first person the met there was
MisslTennant; they greeted each other
formally, but later
Stanley retired to a small anteroom,‘
tofind that Miss Tennant had likewise
sought solitude. A somewhat embar—
rassing silence ensued, broken at last.
by the woman saying with the man—
tier of one “making conversation’:
“Do you find London much changed,
Mr. Stanley?”
“No. I haven’t found London
changed, and I’ve not changed, either,”
returned the explorer with his usual
intrepidity. “Have you?”
‘-,‘ch I’ve changed,” answered Miss
Tennant, softly.
A fev. days late1 Millais received a
note from his former subject, begin-
ning:
“My Dear Sir John. The momentous
question has been at,.laSt decided. It
is a joyful and triumphant ' ‘yesl’ ”
—Youth’s Co‘inpanion. ' q"
A cumous COFFIN.
on. 0rdinary,Every-Day ao'ai'uo 111.111 the
, Remains of the Captain.
Capt. Lord Charles Beresford is
nothing if not original, and is de-
termined to be so even in death. For
he 3has resolved to be buried, not in an
ordinary cofiin, but in a casket fash-
ioned in the form of a boat, which
has just been constructed for him by
Messrs. Windram, of Liverpool. The
.paid him a visit.
in the evening...
build of the boat is of the style known
as “caravel,” the material being of
pine, West African mahogany, oak and '
Elm
It is seven feet long, and looks like
a. double-ended lifeboat, .without, per-
'haps, quite as much sheer as is usually
found in such craft. She is provided
with a wooden deck, or cover, extend-
;ng fore and aft, and fitted lid-fashion
.0 go over the gunwale. Life-line's
ire fixed round her, and she is supplied
with a couple of cars, a rudder and a.
filler.
The inside, upholstered by a leading
London undertaker, is very inviting,
and~altogether the boat is one of the
most attractive coflins that it is pos-
sible to conceive.
Lord Charles does not propose to fol-
low the example of Sarah Bernhardt
and of other notoriety-crazed actors
and actresses who carry their coffins
1bout‘with them, but has resolved to
leave it in the care of his undertaker,
with whom it is to remain until the
time comes for the gallant and popular
sailor to “slip his cables and to have
his queer. lifeboat moored until the
Day of Judgment in the family valut
3f the noble house 0f Béresford at Cur-
ragiunore, in County Waterford, Ire-
{:1 {AIL—X ew‘ York _World.
KILLED A MAN A MINUTE.
Priv ate Fontaine of Mississippi Kept
This Up for Sixty Minutes.
Lamar Fontaine, of Mississippi,
killed sixty men in sixty minutes dur-
ing”, the war. He bears a written certi-
ficate to this effect from General Robert
E. Lee. Now Mr. Fontaine does no?
care to be called colonel. ,
It was in the battle of Waterloo
Bridge, just below Warrenton, Va., in.
August, 1862, and. immediately before
the second battle of Manassas, that
General Lee witnessed Fontaine’s feat
)f killing “sixty Yankees in sixty min—'
utes.” ‘
Stonewall Jackson, under whom
Fontaine served, was flanking Pope.
I‘he Confederate sharpshooters had
possession of a long frame building,
and were pouring death into,P0pe’s
ranks, when Lee rode up.
The General had heard of Fontaine’s
wonderful ability as a marksman, and
A Federal battery
was then difected on the sharpshoot—
ers.
“Train your glass on No.1 at gun
No. 1,” Ebntaine said to General Lee,-
‘and- yen will see him jump up in the
air in a minute and another man will
have to take his place.”
Then he went on and killed sixty
men, one after another, each in about
1 minute, until Lee told him to stop.
“Doesn’t your conscience ever hurt
you when you do work of this kind?"
inquired Lee. '
“Why, General,” treplied Fontaine,
‘when I enlisted in the'army it was
with the understanding'that I was to
kill as many of the enemy as I' could.
[f I had any conscientious scruples
against it I would quit the army. Don’t
you expect us to kill?”
Fontaine served also with Generals
Stewart and Johnston. He took part.
in twenty—Seven: pitched battles, fifty-
sight skirmishes and over a. hundred
individual skirmishes. He was reputed
be. best, kasman with rifle o
volver in either army. _ . '
Fontaine was wounded, sixty-seven; »
times and thirteen. times his lungs
were pierced. Twice his heart was
graZed and these scratches caused that '
organ to be so enlarged that physic-
ians who examine him to-da’y without
knowing his history Say that he is in
danger of immediate death. But he.
feels well enough. So often has he
been wounded that he cannot remem-
ber where he got such and such a
scar without c0nsulting the record.
The bloody and amazing incident of
the “sixty men in sixty minutes”
very far from being the only astound-
ing one in Fontaine' 3 career. He has
had more adventures and more peril-
ous ones than any writer of romance,
even Dumas, ever dared attribute to
his hero. .1
He posSesses the following startling
testimonials from “Stonewall" Jack-
5011:
“I believe that during his service
with me as sharpshooter.‘Lamar Fon-
taine killed more of the enemy than
my company in my command.”
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