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A RACE WITH FIRE
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A Story of the Civil War
By EDWIN C TRASK
Copyright, 1910. by American Press
Association.
TIMIDITY OF LOVE.
A Veteran of the Civil War :
Qyails Before a Woman
By ARNOLD BROWN
Copyright.'-191ft by American Press
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When one morning just before sun
rise we swept down on Turnerville,
til king the place by surprise, we found
three locomotives and twenty freight
curs standing in the railroad yard.
A train was made up, loaded with
troops, and I, having Imen a locomotive
engineer, was put in the cab. Before
starting the general said to me:
"Sergeant, the success of this expe
dition depends upon you. Colonel Par
ker is iu command, but has nothing to
do with running the train. That's in
your hands. As soon as the Confed
erates know we're here they'll send a
force to cut us off. But they'll need
the bridge at B.. and 1 want you to
get these men there before daylight in
the tnoruiug to burn it. But you must
keep a sharp lookout for snags. The
citizens ou the line you will pass over
are all hostile, and they'll strain every
nerve to wreck your train. Remem
ber, not only the lives of the men in
these cars, but the safety of the whole
command depends upoq you." .
The first ten miles we did by day
light. Then it grew dark, and t had
nothing to see by but the lantern,
which lit the track dimly. My head
was thrust far out the cab window,
and my hand was on the throttle.
Twice I stopped her within a few feet
of a tie wedged in between a rail and
the ties, and once I bumped a tree
that had been felled across the track,
having not quite stopped before reach
ing it. On an elevation I struck a
junction and a lot of people standing
about staring at us as we passed. I
didn't like their looks. But the tele
graph wires had been cut, and I didn't
see how they could send word ahead.
There were half a dozen freight cars
on a sidetrack, but no locomotive.
Soon after leaving the junction I shut
off steam and let her roll down the
long declivity. I was nearly at the
foot on a short upward grade when 1
had a break the engine was only fit
for a junk heap and spent half an
hour at a standstill while I patched it.
As I remounted the cab Corporal Bob
Jenkins, who was acting as fireman,
pointed up the hill with a look of hor
ror I saw a bright light, nnd a mo
ment later a short string of freight
cars shot from out a cut. I knew at
once what it meant. The citizens at
the junction had started the cars I had
seen on the sidetrack, first having set
them afire, with the hope that they
would smash us on catching us and
if there was anything left of ,our train
burn it. I jumped into the cab and
pulled the throttle.
The grade behind us wasn't less thau
30 degrees, and the fire train was com
hig like lightning. I had a few train
lengths to go on nearly a level, then
a straightaway track ou a slight de
cline. The fire train was coming at a
rate of a mile in forty-five seconds, and
the best my old wheezer could do was
a mile in two minutes. If I couldn't
haul away far enough before the cars
behind reached a place where they
would lose momentum they would ruin
us.
Then began the race of my life. 1
could have stopped, let the men out of
the cars and permitted the smashup.
but the bridge wouldn't be burned and
our force at Turnerville would be cut
olf. I remembered the pressure of the
hand the general had given me, aud I
tightly grasped the throttle, resolved
to get uway from those fire cars or
get wrecked.
I held my eyes front, while Bob Jen
kins kept me posted on the fire cars.
"They're gaining ou us mighty fasti"
"Only a mile away!" "They'll catch
us sure!" "They're coming like a
streak- of lightning!" These were the
unassuring words Bob gave me while
my locomotive puffed and sputtered
and dragged along at what seemed to
us a snail's puce. ..
Then suddenly turning a curve 1
saw a light ahead ureat neavens:
Were we to have tire both in front
and behind us? itunuiug on a straight
track, I saw men kindling a small
bridge. They had got the fire well
olng, but 1 didn't believe they had
burned the stringers sufficiently to let
us down. At any rale, 1 determined
to risk it. Leaving on full speed 1
couldu't put on any more I dashed
into the flames. My locomotive cross
ed safely, and 1 was congratulating
myself that . the train was all over
when 1 felt a shock. We went a short
distance and stopped
The bridge bad gone down under the
last two cars. Several men were bad
ly injured, but uo one killed. All were
got out before the fire ears plunged in
on the wreck and stopped there to
mingle their burning with that of the
other material.
The men of the last two cars got
into those cars that had crossed, carry
ing the wounded. I mounted my en
gine, and we steamed on for the rest
of the night, reaching the bridge at
B. Just before dawn. My work was
done. I leaned out of the cab window,
watching the men carry the wood and
petroleum and distribute thenr along
the structure. Then suddenly there was
a flash, and from one end to the other
all was aflame. I never looked at de
struction before with such comfort
and delight.
When I got back to camp I got a
warm pressure of the hand from the
general, and it was not long before,
through his Influence, I was given a
commission. But the best work I did
In the war was the flight before those
flee cars.
It was April . 18151. The tb reg
iment was ordered to march the next
day to the defense of Washington. A
reception was to be held the evening
before departure in the armory, at
which mothers, wives. sisters and
sweethearts could bid adieu to their
loved ones, some of whom might not
return. During the afternoon previous
to tiie reception young Norman Eger
ton, second lieutenant of G company,
sat at n desk in his comfortable home
writing. This is. what he wrote:
1 have delayed to speak, (earing to be
repelled, but now at the last moment 1
must tell you that 1 love you love you
better than my life everything but my
duty. May I hope if I return that 1 may
claim you tor my wife? If "Yes." wear
one of these flowers tonight at the recep
tion. The words, such as a boy would
write who realized into what he was
going, were Intended for Miss Mabel
Harding, even younger than himself.
They were written on a bit of thin
paper, which he folded into a ''small
compass, and. taking up a bouquet
that lay beside him. he thrust his
missive into its center, covering it
with the flowers as if fearful the girl
would find it. Calling a servant, he di
rected him to carry the flowers to their
destination and report to him that they
had been received by the young lady.
Then he walked the floor till the report
had been made.
That night at the armory he watched
eagerly for the signal. Presently he
saw Miss Harding walking toward
him on the arm of a man whom he
had feared as a rival. She wore no
flowers. The young oilicer, like many
a man In his first fight, quailed. He
left the hall and did not return to it
Egerton proved the reverse in war
of what he was in love. He returned
with an empty sleeve and a colonel's
commission, with brevet rank of briga
dier general. But he bad no sooner
reached home than his lover's cow
ardice got the better of bim. Sensi
tive to a high degree, he dreaded meet
ing the girl who bad refused him. his
dread being enhanced by the absence
of his right arm. A mutilated man
nurses his misfortune, and it is doubt
ful if any soldier Is proud of the loss
of a limb. The general rankled at
his maiming, for be considered that it
removed him further, if that could be.
from the woman he still loved. To es
cape a meeting wjth her as soon as be
was mustered out of the service he
made a tour abroad. But this only
deferred the meeting, and at last be
summoned courage and went back to
he city where they both lived.
On the street one day he saw her
?oming. If he continued to advance
he would meet her face to face. He
looked about him. as he ba'd seen many
4 man do on the field of battle, for
over. An alley was near. It was a
narrow, mean looking lane, but he
dashed into it. It led nowhere, and he
found himself in a pocket flanked by
Uie rear of small shops. He stood
trembling till he knew that his enemy
must have passed, then slunk out of
It and pursued his way.
A few days later he received a fright
that took away his breath. It was an
invitation to an evening function given
at Miss Harding's home. Fortunately
the date of the affair was some days
away. He resolved a dozen times to
"regret" to go. but. having time to get
up a little courage at the last moment,
sent an acceptance. It had no sooner
been dispatched than he wished to re
call it. But it was too late.
On the appointed date be got into
evening dress, pinned up his empty
sleeve, heaving a deep sigh as he did
so. and went to the house. Half an
hour in the robing room was ueces
sary to give him the requisite courage
to go below. The hosts were drawn
up to receive their guests, to' Egerton
appearing like an opposing line of bat
tle to a raw recruit. He approached,
saluted and. seeing n look of embar
rassment on Miss Harding's face, as
soon as the ceremony was over beat a
precipitate retreat.
Later be was stalking about, won
dering if sufficient time would ever
pass to enable him to depart with pro
priety, when he felt a hand slipped on
bis arm and, turning, saw the girl who
bad refused bim.
"General." she said, with her eyes
on the floor, "why did you not come
to see me after your return from the
war?"
'fcj why 1 went abroad."
"Then why not since your return?"
There was a warm band on bis left
arm that Imparted courage to his
heart.
"I didn't suppose that you wished
lo see me.
"Why not?"
There was a pause before the reply.
It came at last. "Do you remember
that 1 sent you a bouquet of flowers
before tbe reception given the even
ing previous to our departure?"
"I do."
"And the scrap of paper in it?"
"The scrap of paper?"
"Yes."
She had led him Into a corner where
no one but themselves was present.
"Wait here,"' she said.
Darting away, she ran upstairs and
returned with a withered bouquet.
Diving Into it. she withdrew his note
written six years before and, opening
it, read for the first time his message.
Then, taking all that was left of a
rose, the stem, she inserted it in her
corsage.
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