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Boston, Dec. 18, 1872. MR. CHARLES WILSON, GRAND CHIEF OT THE B. or L. E - Dear Sir :-We, Engineers of the Busion & Worcester Division of B. & A. R. R, after perusing your address, delirered before the International Con. vention of the Locomotive Engineers, in St. Louis, and heartily endorsing those valuable trulbs and sentinients, cannot let them pass unnoticed. We have presented our dames asking you to accept our many thanks, and assistance, if needed, 10 carry out ihoge valuable principles, as you have taken such a nobile stand, in trying to elevate our positions as nen, as well as engineers, in advocating temperance, and by improving our abilities, to advance us in our positions as Locomotive Engi.
We also offer up our prayers to Divine Providence, that your life may be spared to see that state of things brought about among the Engineers.
Yours with niach respect. J. M. Alger, S. B. Hobart, J. M, Alexander, E L Wallace, Seth H. Ellis, J. W. Hurd, M. H. Taft, W. Goalding, J. W. Chamberlain, W. F. Leach, J. H. Chandler. W. H. Swallow, J. H. Baird, C. A. Fisher, A, F. Spencer. F. T. Ellenwood, A. L. Huer, Warren French-Engineers B. & A. R. R.
T. L. llenderson, I. Brooks, Andrew Henry, J. A. Swinerton-Engineers F. R. R.
A "HAPPY NEW YEAR."
BY WM. K. SHAW.
With the seasons compliments to each true friend,
Buffalo, N. Y., Jan. 1, 1873.
THE ENGINEER OF THE "WARRIOR."
I NEVER said Duke Oshorn was not handsome- never even when I was angered at liim. He had gij sy eyes and lrou n skin, gipsy-like too, for the matter of that, and all manner of kiuks and curls in his black hair, and such a throat. He wore his collar turned back, and a i not of some bright color under it and he had a brighi, dasl ing way with him that no one could belp liking.
When the Warrior came in with the three o'clock train, the Warrior was the name of bis particular engine, you must know - I used to see him up in the engine house, on the bright look. out alorg the road. He never took any notice of me then, so I could look as much as I liked; not that I canght more than a elimpse either, yet soniehow I was always at my window with my work by ten minutes to three. Then I'd caich the first sciean of the whistle, and then I'd see her turn the surve, and hear her chip, chip, chiqi, as slie slackened speed and came into the station.
Mother and father used often say that they should sell the old house and move away, on account of the noisy new rail way; but I lined i. I miglit not but for ibat one little fact of seeing
Duke Osborne run the Warrior in at
Did I only see him then? Oh, no.
There was one or two men in the
And, chip, chip, chip, she came in every day, just at three, the train of steam behind her, and all a shine, like some great jewel, with care and pilisbing. I never shall forget her until my dying day, nor the first litt e lar-off scream that seemed to say, “Nanuie, look out; Duke is coming
Well, this went on, without any change for six months, as I have told you and we were engaged; and Duke brought me the dearest litt e furget-menot ring. And I wore it openly, and did not care if every
knew whose ring it was. I was as proud that he had chosen me to be his wife as thongh he had been a king; and when any one told me that there never was a love affair yet ihat did not give some pain to a woman, or that an engage ment never ran its pace throuyh without a quarrel, I used to laugh. I have not any pain because I loved Dukel ha quarrei! That could'nt b. You see I didn't know all yet.
I was making up some of my things already, when Cousin Charlotte came
down from the city to pay us a visit. I never had been fond o! her, but blood is blood, and she was mother's sister's child, and we always asked her once a year.
be kept a milliner's shop in Street, and she made money by it too, and was rather a brisk, bright-looking young woman; but perhaps the whims of her customers and the mistakes of ber bands had soured her temper. She had a way of talking against people, and a scandalous story about every other one she spoke of, that made me almost anyry.
"If all the world is so bad, I don't want to know it,” I said over and over aguin to mother, and she used to answer: "Well, well I know it seems so; but we all have to come to it at last Perhaps Charlotte don't like it as much as she seems to
Well, Charlotte came down, as I say and a great budget oi news she had tor
That evening Duke came. I hadn't told Charlotte anything about him, but she could guess what there was between us, I suppose. She was very si
: lent that evening, and looked at him with a strange, searching gaze that certainly was not polite; and she went to hed early, and never said "good night." But when Duke was gone, and I was alone in my room, I heard some one tapping at my door, and said "Come in," and in came Charlotte. I saw the tears come in her eyes.
"I've got something to say, to-night, and you'll hate me for it. Of course, though, it's my duty. That young man who came here to night is your beau, I suppose ?
"You can't know anything about him that's not good,” I said.
"You like him, I suppose ?" she said. “I'm engaged to hiin," I answered "I won't listen to any lie about himn.'
She came across and took me by the hands in a sisterly fashion not usual with her.
“Naopie,” she said, “I'm going to tell you Heaven's truth-that I swear I see that man every day when' and where he ought to blush to be seen, eg. pecially if he's engaged to a good girl like you. A woman lives opposite us - a woman whose husband has gone away, you know
She has one little boy, and she's very bandsome. He comes to see her every day; he gives
her money; he kisses her. I've seen both things. It's been disgusting to me before, but now-oh, Nannie, when I see what he is to you I turn sick. It must be when the engine con es in and is waiting at the station Once or twice he bas stayed longer, but not often, only on Sundays, and it's Heaven's truth
My heart gave a great leap. Duke did often spend Sunday in the city. I never thought of asking why. But yet I said
"I can't believe it, I won't. You think it is Duke, I know ; but it's some other man. Why, I'd as soon doubt myself as him."
But I began to cry, notwithstanding.
“Nannie,” said Charlotte, “I don't ask you to take my word. Run down to the city with me. Come into my work-room, and peep through the shutters, and you will see for yourself."
"I will, said I; and I'll see some man I never saw before in all my life.”
And I tried to believe this through all the hours of the night before sbe lest me, and all through the early journey to the city next day.
I went up into the work-room of Charlotte's house, and we two knelt down at the open window, peeping through the green blinds. Over the way was a tiny little house, and at the window sat a young woman, very pretty as Charlotte had said.
"That's her," my cousin whispered.
And I felt iny blood begin to boil. I knew how hatė felt at last, and no one need want to know. I think I could have killed some one then. It seemed all true when I saw how pretty she was, though I never could understand the reason for that.
I could't say a word. I just looked and looked. At last I heard Charlotte whisper, "There he is."
And there he was indeed, I saw him it was no one else-go up the steps of that little house, and ring the beil. The woman ran out to meet him ; $0 did the chiid ; and he kissed them both. That was the last I knew for some time. I fainted away, with raye and sorrow, and Charlotte had a time with ine, and thought for a wbile that I would die.
But I lived and went home with my cousin, who said I felt quite ill, and must go to bed.
So I did. And I begged Charlotte to
tell no one yet, but to ask mother to say that I was to ill too see any one who came.
I awoke next day as people do awake when trouble is new to them. First it was I, Nannie Hunt, to whom life was 80 bright and full of hope. Then I was some one else, whom I hardly knew, who seemed to be I; and I sat up, and put back my hair, and wondered how I could bear the change.
One thing must be done, and it could not be done too soon. I must part my. self froin Duke Osborne And I took all his little gists, his letters, the lock of his black hair, and my little ring, and made a package of them, and sealed it close, and then I wrote this note:
“Duke Osborne, I send you back the gifts I took, as I thought from a true man.
"You know why, and I shall not say anything more than that I have been to the city, at my cousin's house in -Street.
“I send these things I have treasured go back to you, and I forbid you ever to speak to me again. All I can wish is, nevermore in all my life to see your face or hear your voice.
“I loved you, or I would not have promised to be your wife ; but I hate you now, and with that hate I bid you good-bye forever.
NANNIE Hunt." Then I sealed the note, and directed it, and resolved that when the Warrior came in that day at three I would send it to him.
I sat at the window at the usual time, waiting for that chip, chip, chip," down the road-waiting as prisoners sentenced to death may wait for the hour of doom.
But by.and by people began to come out and look ip the road. I saw men look at their watches. I looked at mine. The Warrior was overdue by ten minutes; soon by fifteen, by twenty, by half an hour, by three quarters. Then a little engine, with some men on board, went off to look for her, and the crowd grew larger and the faces more serious.
As for me I had forgotten all my wrath -all my reason for wrath also. I only knew that the Warrior was nearly an hour behind hand and that Duke was her engineer.
Chip, chip, chip"—the engine was coming back. Two honrs and a half were gone. *Chip, chip, chip,” slowly, horribly. She turned the corner of the roadnot the Warrior, no one hoped that only the little engine that had gone after
her. She bronght two carriages with her. Four were due and the red flag fluttered from the engine, and the end of one carriage was battered in and broken.
I was out of the room, and with the crowd of men and women in the street,
I saw a few people alight. I saw others helped out, with bandaged arms and heads. There had been a collision ; we knew that already; but-they were bringing something out on a boardsomething wrapped in a sheet, sopped and dripping with blood. · Four men carried it towards the station.
A tall man, blackened with smoke and dust, followed it. I caught his arm.
“Who's that? Who is that?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me.
"Good Lord!" said he. "Live along side of a railroad, and not know! That why, of course that's the engineer."
"The engineer of the Warrior? I asked.
"That's what he used to be," said the man.
Some one caught my hand just then.It was Lotty.
"Come home," she said. “I needn't have told you, poor child-I needn't have
He was dead, dead, and I bad written words of hate to him as he lay breathing his last. He was dead. Good or bad ( thought of nothing else now.
"Don't tell the folks," I said to Lotty. “He's gone, and why should they know qu'
And she promised.
The day went on and ended; the night came; another awful day broke and dragged away. I had neither slept nor wept. The doctor who had been called in, looked grave as he touched my pulse. I knew I was in danger of going niad.The clock ticking in the hall seemed to say, "Duke is dead! Duke is dead!" over and over again, until they stopped it, and still another day brought me only pain.
It was no in and the sun seemed red. hot to me, and my mother put a heavy blanket over the white winilow curtain to shut its light out; but it did not shut the sounds from me. At three heard it-the scream far away, and faint at first; then shrill and near. Then chip, chip. chip, again. Of course the three o'clock train would come in, if the Warrior were smashed to atons and the engineer dead; but how could I bear it? I put my hands on my ears to deafen them, but I heard it still-long after the iron horse stoud quiet in the station. And at last I beard another sound a woman's scream-my mother screaning and her voice cry. ing out, “Duke, o Duke, we thought you