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Updated: June 26, 2025
Like many kind people he made use of brusqueness to hide an inner tenderness, and on the train he was hail fellow well met with every Tom, Dick and Harry that commuted, although the word was not invented in those days, and the conductor and brakeman too. But he had his standards, and held to them....
"We may be tramps for a while, but we're both anxious to get work, and maybe Millville will be just the place for us." "We're coming into it now," the brakeman went on. "It's about a mile from here. I'll go back, and when you hear five whistles from the engine you'll know it's slowing up and you are to jump off. I know the conductor will do that if I ask him."
Merely nodding to the others this gentleman stepped up to Brakeman Joe with extended hand, saying cordially: "Good evening, conductor. I am glad to see you back among us again. I hope you are all right and will be able to take your train out on time to-night." "Sir! I " stammered the astonished Joe. "You must be mistaking me for Conductor Tobin, sir." "Tobin? oh no!
This is so because the lower jaw is anatomically loose; and when it is struck heavily, it turns and jars the brain, and the man who is struck feels as though the man who struck him had opened the top of his skull and taken his brains in his hand and wrenched them as a brakeman wrenches a brake.
"You boys are all right," said the brakeman. "I have two youngsters of my own at home, and I hope, if ever they get in a tight place, some one will help them. Can I do anything to fix you up?" "Not unless you can lend us about one thousand dollars each," laughed Jack, and the brakeman joined in with him. "Or tell us where we can get work," put in Mark, who seemed quite worried.
"Nor into his appearance. He certainly dresses like a flower of the field. Even the wrinkles in his clothes have the touch of high-priced Fifth Avenue." "Must be rich," surmised Fowler. "Taxis for assignments and Fifth-Avenue raiment sound like real money." "Nobody knows where he got it, then," said Tommy Burt. "Used to be a freight brakeman or something out in the wild-and-woolly.
Can you do that much for me, lieutenant?" "Come to me at The Palace at eight o'clock in the morning," answered Stuyvesant. "I'll have had a chance to talk to my general by that time. Meanwhile" and with a blush he began drawing forth his purse. The brakeman smiled. "I've got money enough, sir. They paid me off and I had some put by. Thank you all the same, Mr. Stuyvesant.
Early the following morning we crossed the Hudson, and as the Berkshire hills began to loom against the dawn, I asked the brakeman, with much emotion, "Have we reached the Massachusetts line?" "We have," he said, and by pressing my nose against the glass and shading my face with my hands I was able to note the passing landscape.
There it would abide, indefinitely again, till in the same large impersonal way it was pulled and pushed out on the platform beside the track, where a freight-car marked for the Hill Country division of the road, with devices intelligible to the train-men, had been shunted down by a pony engine in obedience to mystical semaphoric gesticulations, from the brakeman risking his life for the purpose among the rails, addressed to the engineer keeping his hand on the pulse of the locomotive, and his head out of the cab window to see how near he could come to killing the brakeman without doing it.
The brakeman came through the car shouting: "Bakersfield! The next station is Bakersfield!" but Donna did not hear him. She was dreaming of Bob McGraw. The train came to a stop. Donna dreamed on and presently a familiar voice spoke at her side. "Well sweetheart! The train pulls out again in two minutes and I've been looking for you in every car " "Bob!"
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