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Show COLLEGIATE LIFE <br> <br> "That must be the Temple over there," I remarked, pointing to the tall spires. <br> "Yes, and I guess that's the pavillion at Saltair beside it," Commie said. <br> "You goose (no one but a goose would make such a remark), that is the Tabernacle, one must have the "air" to be a pavillion, and they say that building is quite old. Besides, nothing old has an air about it." Still we're here, what next?" <br> We found out the next day when all sorts of people came to look at us, they would look at us, look at each other and if women would give little squeals of delight; if men would say: "Ought to give good satisfaction." And so my story is told, I need not tell you of the weary days that were spent putting us in, or the fearful ordeal of being tried, when the flames were leaping all around us and the hot, boiling water, surging through our veins. Those days are over, we have entered upon our career. When the boys and girls come to look at us, I feel we hae [sic] need to be proud that we are able to give heat, and do the work assigned. The steam pipes might break down, but that's another story. <br><br> AN INCIDENT IN THE WYOMING FIRE. <br> By L. M. BOYER. <br> (Continued from January Number.) <br> It was not long, however, before the panic-stricken people recovered from their fright. Some turned their attention in the direction of the explosion, while others resumed their work, fighting the fire. To the amazement of a great many of the towns-people, as they looked across to the depot, they could see Minnie, in the glare of the light from the blaze, hurrying with all her might in the direction of the explosion. As natural, there were some among the miners who were anxious to know the cause of this unexpected adventure on the part of the young operator, at such a critical time. Half a dozen were soon following after her, but Minnie now had a good lead and was out of hearing of their calls for her to wait. <br> Minnie, who, after dashing out upon the track, hurried with tall possible speed to head off the on-coming limited. Her time was short. Not a moment's time could be lost. On she struggled with all her might, with but one thing favorable to her efforts; the wind happened to be blowing in the direction in which she was going, thus enabling her to gain greater speed with less energy. Within a few minutes she had reached the scene of the explosion; without stopping to look over the ruin; without stopping to look over the ruin, she hurried through the heaps of debris of twisted metal, splintered trees and heaped-up earth. This passed, again with a clear track ahead of her she sped on as fast as her feet and strength were able to carry her. All this time the one idea in her mind was to stop the Overland Limited in time to save the passengers from a horrible death, but now as she reached the curve her heart seemed to almost stop beating; she could hardly get her breath as she heard the sizzling sound of the steam escaping from "76," which she could now plainly see, ditched headlong into the bank. She hurried to the engine and called to the fireman, but no answer came in response to her calls. Minnie was yet standing on the ground beside the engine, and was about to climb up into the cab, when she heard the distant sound of the whistle of the Overland Limited. She delayed no longer but full of anxiety for the fireman she turned once more away from the wrecks of the night to prevent a more hidious [sic] one. Minnie was not long in getting around the curve and beyond the cut where the wind did not blow so hard. <br> Here, on either side of the track, was a heavy growth of underbrush, and here and there a high tree stood as though sullenly watching over the right of way of the railroad company. The sounds of the whistle grew clearer and clearer with the expiration of every second, until Minnie could faintly hear the chugg-chugging and the roar of the swiftly-flying iron monster. <br> (To Be Continued.) <br><br> |
