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ENGINEERS

MONTHLY
JOURNAL

DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE

Locomotive Department of Railroads.

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Locomotive engineers journal

Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers (U.S.)

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MONTHLY JOURNAL

VOL. XI.

Published by the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers.

SEPTEMBER, 1877.

PUT YOURSELF IN HER PLACE.

BY CHARLES BARNARD.

NO. 9.

siding ending in a small freight house, and directly opposite was another siding with a freight shed and coal yard. At this point there was also another cross-over switch.

passenger station a branch road entered the main line, and there was, as might be supposed, a cross-over switch. Beyond the HE long summer day had crept slow-passenger station, on the west, was a short ly away, and it was nearly five o'clock. The hours at the railway station were marked as by some gigantic clock that told the laggard minutes by screaming whistle and clanging bell. The 4:30 accommodation had gone east, the western express, due there at 4:55, had thundered through the village, gone on over the great viaduct, and disappeared round the vast curve beyond.

So one counted the hours by the trains, Lydia by name, a girl of the best New England type, quiet, and yet with an immense capacity for doing and daring should love and the occasion demand. The local freight would come next, and then-then she would see him again. She laid aside her work, put some split zephyr vanity upon her head and went out towards the railroad. As she approached the station she saw her brother, the station-master, opening the little freight house on the farther side of the track. By this she knew the local freight would stop this time. Her heart beat the faster and she quickened her step.

On reaching the passenger station where the village street crossed the railway, she looked up and down the line and then crossed over and turned to the left and walked beside the track toward the freight house.

To understand all that took place on this occasion, and to fully appreciate her consummate skill in controlling the events so quickly to crowd upon her, we must study the construction of the road at this point. The main line for more than a mile to the right, or towards the east, was perfectly straight and comparatively level. To the left, or the west, it crossed a deep valley by a lofty stone viaduct, and beyond the valley it curved toward the north and mounted the hill by a long grade. Just east of the

Lydia walked on past the freight house, and, crossing the side-track, found a large flat rock beside the way, and there, under the shade of an ancient apple tree, she sat down to wait till her lover should come.

He comes! She heard the three long whistles sounding far down the line, and å bright blush mounted to her face. The train would stop. That was the signal for the station-master. Her brother came out of the freight house, spoke pleasantly to her, and then walked on towards the switch at the head of the siding.

Suddenly the main line track before her began to sing in sharp metallic murmurs. The train had entered that section of the road, and he was near. Then there came the sound of escaping steam. The engine was slowing down, and the steam, no longer employed, was bursting with a loud roar from the safety-valve, as if impatient of delay.

With a jar that shook the ground the immense freight engine rolled past her, and the engineer, leaning out of the window, nodded to her as he slid past. Then the cars in long procession came into sight and moved past with slowly decreasing speed. Four brakemen busy at the brakes went past, and still he came not. At last the rear car appeared, and a young man swung himself down from the iron ladder on the car, and sprang to the ground at her feet.

A sooty man, clad in blue canvas, now black with smoke and dust. Only a brakeman! No; a trifle better-the conductor of the freight train. A year ago he had been glad to take the place of a brakeman, and already he had been promoted. Love did

it. He had met and loved Lydia in the days of his foolish idleness, and she had insisted that he do some manly work or she could not yes, she did and could love him; but he must show himself worthy her love. Already he had advanced, and she was well pleased with his progress, and they had become engaged.

A grimy, dusty man in unlovely garments; but, in her eyes, he was a man made for better things. As he stood be- ' side her, one could see in his clear eyes and sensible face that he had good stuff in him, and was worthy of her love.

till she came to the switch-post. Here she leaned against the wooden frame for a little space, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand and watching the train. It had run around the valley and was turning into the great curve that crept upward in a long grade over the hill beyond.

It was now a mile away and she could no longer distinguish any one on the cars. She turned slowly away, seized the iron bar of the switch and easily threw it over into place so as to leave the main line open for the next train.

She looked back down the road and saw that the passenger train had entered the line from the branch, and was just pulling up at the station to discharge passengers. It may seem surprising that a passenger train should be allowed to follow a freight train so closely.

It becomes us not to linger while they talk quietly together beside the track. The train moved slower and slower, till, finally, it stopped with the last car just beyond the switch. The iron horse was moved on, the station-master signaled with his arms in a curious fashion, and each of the four brake- Bad engineering as this arrangement was, men repeated the motion in turn. White it was not so serious as it seemed, for this puffs of steam rose high in the air from the passenger train did not follow the freight farther end of the train. A curious rat-except for three miles, when it reached the tling sound spread through the train, and end of its trip, and was turned off upon a the last car backed down, turned aside and siding. entered the siding. The station-master left the switch and came hastily towards the lovers.

"Good day, Alfred. Light freight today; only one car; by the way, the brake chain is broken, and you had better drop the car at the repair shops. The freight can be thrown out without leaving the car." So saying, the station-master went on into the freight house, followed by the rattling and rumbling cars. They gradually lost their speed and then came to a stop, with the end of the train lost in the dark cavern of the freight house. There was a shout from the building, and then one of the brakemen began to move his arms as a signal to go on. Again the white puffs of steam shot up in the distance, and with a jar and quiver, the train started again.

Car after car rolled past them. There were hurried whispers, a warm hand-shake and perhaps a kiss, and then the young man swung forward, grasped the ladder on the last car, climbed quickly to the top and sat down. She stood gazing after him as he was drawn away from her, and smiled and waved farewell to him with her handkerchief.

"Here, Lydia, you must help me."

It was her brother who stood beside her with a bunch of keys in his hand.

"The passenger train follows this at once and I must go to the station. Will you please close the switch after them?"

She took the keys mechanically, and then turned again to look after her lover seated on the last car of the retreating train. It had passed out of the switch and was crossing the great viaduct and moving more and more swiftly away.

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She turned once more to look after the

retreating freight train. It was in full view, climbing the grade on the great curve.

Suddenly she put up both hands to shade her eyes, and leaned forward on the switch frame. What had happened? Two tiny puffs of steam rose from the engine. It was ths signal to stop.

Ah! The train has parted! Faint and far away came the short, sharp danger whistle. A single car had broken loose from the train and had been left behind. It was standing alone upon the track.

No. It was moving backward. It was beginning to roll down the grade. It was moving faster and faster. There was a man upon it-her lover.

Involuntarily she spread out her arms and let them fall to her side three or four times in succession--the signal to put on the brakes.

"How foolish! He cannot see me, and—” She leaned against the switch frame and shook with fear and agony.

The brake was broken.

Swift and swifter rolled the disabled car. It was coming down the track, gaining speed at every rod.

She sprang to the middle of the track and tried to shout to the engineer of the train at the station. She made the motions to back down out of danger. Her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth and her cry became an inarticulate groan.

| Onward came the car. She could see her lover upon it frantically waving his arms from right to left. What did it mean? Her brain seemed to be on fire. She could do nothing but gaze on the advancing car in dumb horror.

To close and lock the switch was neither difficult nor dangerous, and she quietly Ah! The passengers! Could she not save walked on towards the end of the siding

them?

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