Danger Signals

Chapter 10

After supper, Hop. and I lighted our cigars and "railroaded" for awhile, then "Her Eyes" went to the piano and sang a dozen songs as only a trained singer can. Her voice was wonderfully sweet and low. They were old songs, but they seemed the better for that, and while she sang Hopkins"s cigar went out and he just gazed at her with pride and joy in every lineament of his scarred and furrowed face.

Little Maddie was allowed to sit up in honor of "Untle Tummy," but after awhile the little head bobbed quietly and the little chin fell between the verses of her mother"s song, and "My Lady of the Eyes" took her by the hand and brought her over to us.

"Tell papa good-night and Uncle Chum my good-bye, dear, and we"ll go to bed."

Hopkins kissed the baby, and I got my hug, and another to take to my "ittle dirl," and Mrs. Hopkins held out both her hands to me.

"Good-bye, dear Chum," said she, "my love to you and yours, now and always."



Hopkins put his arm around his wife, kissed her forehead and said:

"Sweetheart, I"m going to tell Chum a story."

"And don"t forget the hero," said she, and turning to me, "Don"t believe all he says, and don"t blame those that he blames, and remember that what is, is best, and seeming calamities are often blessings in disguise."

Hopkins and I looked into each other"s faces and smoked in silence for ten minutes, then he turned to his secretary and, opening a drawer, took out a couple of cases and opened them. They contained medals. Then he opened a package of letters and selected one or two. We lighted fresh cigars and Hopkins began his story.

"My father was a pretty well-to-do business man and I his only child. My mother died when I was young. I managed to get through a grammar school and went to college. I wanted to go on the road from the time I could remember and had no ambition higher than to run a locomotive. That was my ideal of life.

"My father opposed this very strenuously, and offered to let me go to work if I"d select something decent--that"s the way he put it. He used to say, "Try a brick-yard, you might own one some day, you"ll never own a railroad." I had my choice, college or something decent," and I took the college, although I didn"t like it.

"The summer before I came of age my father died suddenly and my college life ended."

Here Hopkins fumbled around in his papers and selected one.

"Just to show you how odd my father was, here is the text of his will, leaving out the legal slush that lawyers always pack their papers in:

""To my son, Steadman Hudson Hopkins, I leave one thousand dollars to be paid immediately on my demise. All the residue of my estate consisting of etc., etc."--six figures, Chum, a snug little wad--"shall be placed in the hands of three trustees"--naming the presidents of three banks--"to be invested by them in state, munic.i.p.al or government bonds, princ.i.p.al and interest accruing to be paid by said trustees to my son hereinbefore mentioned when he has pursued one calling, with average success, for ten consecutive years, and not until then. All in the best judgment of the trustees aforenamed.

""To my son I also bequeath this fatherly advice, knowing the waste of money by heirs who have done nothing to produce it, and knowing that had I been given a fortune at the beginning of my career, it would have been lost for lack of business experience, and knowing too, the waste of time usually made by young men who drift from one employment or occupation to another"--having wasted fifteen years of my own life in this way--I make these provisions in this my last will and testament, believing that in the end, if not now, my son will see the wisdom of this provision, etc., etc."

"The governor had a long, clear head and he knew me and young men in general, but bless you, I thought he was a little mean at the time.

"I turned to the trustees and asked what they would consider as fulfilling the requirements of the will.

""Any honorable employment," answered the oldest man of the trio.

"The next day, I went to see Andy Bridges, general superintendent of the old home road, who had been a friend of father"s, and told him I wanted to go railroading. He offered to put me in his office, but I insisted on the footboard, and to make a long story short, was firing inside of three weeks and running inside of three years.

"I was the proudest young prig that ever pulled a throttle. I always loved the work and--well, you know how the first five years of it absorbs you if you are cut out for it and like it and intend to stay at it.

"I had been running about two years, and had paid about as much attention to young women as I had to the subject of astronomy, until Madelene Bridges came out of a Southern convent to make her home with her uncle, our "old man."

"The first time I saw her I went clean, stark, raving, blind, drunken daft over her. I tried to argue and reason myself out of it, but it was no go. I didn"t even know who she was then.

"But I was in love and, being so, wasn"t hardly safe on the road.

"Then I spruced up and started in to see if I couldn"t interest her in me half as much as I was interested in her.

"I didn"t have much trouble to get a start, for Andy Bridges had come up from the ranks and hadn"t forgotten it--most of "em do--and welcomed any decent young man in his house, even if he was a car hand. Madelene had a couple of marriageable cousins then and that may account for old Andy.

"I got on pretty well at first, for I was first in the field. I got in a theatre or two before the other young fellows caught on. About this time there was a dance, and I lost my grip. I took Madelene but couldn"t dance, and all the others could, especially Dandy Tamplin, one of the train despatchers.

"I took private dancing lessons, however, and squared myself that way.

"Singing was a favorite mode of pa.s.sing the evenings with the young folks at the Bridges"s home, and I cursed myself for being tuneless.

"It finally settled down to a race between Tamplin and myself, and each of us was doing his level best. I was so dead in earnest and so truly in love that I was no fit company for man or beast, and I"m afraid I was twice as awkward and dull in Madelene"s presence as in any other place.

"Dandy Tamplin was a handsome young fellow, and a formidable rival, for he was always well-dressed, a good talker and more or less of a lady"s man. Besides that, he was on the ground all the time and I had to be away two-thirds of the time on my runs.

"I came in one trip determined to know my fate that very evening--had my little piece all committed to memory.

"As I registered I heard one of the other despatchers, behind a part.i.tion, telling some one that he was going to work Dandy"s trick until eleven o"clock, and then the two entered into a discussion of Dandy"s quest of the "old man"s" niece, one of them remarking that all the opposition he had was Hopkins and that wasn"t worth considering. I resolved to get to Bridges"s ahead of Tamplin.

"But man--railroad man, anyway--proposes and the superintendent disposes. I met Bridges at the door.

""Hopkins," said he, "I want you to do me a personal favor."

""Yes, sir,"

""I want you to double out in half an hour on some perishable freight that"s coming in from the West; there isn"t one available engine in.

Will you do it?"

""Yes," I answered, slowly, showing my disappointment. "But, Mr.

Bridges, I was particularly anxious to go up to your house to-night; I intend to ask--"

""I know, I know," said he kindly, taking my hand; "It"ll be all right I hope; there ain"t another young chap I"d like to see go up _and stay_ better than you, but my son, _she will keep_, and this freight wont. You go out, and I"ll promise that no one shall get a chance to ask ahead of you." This was a friend at court and a strong one.

""It means a lot to me," said I

""I know it my boy, and I"m proud to have you say so right out in meeting, but--well, you get those fruit cars in by moonlight, and I"ll have you back light, and you can have the front parlor for a week."

"On my return trip, I found a big Howe truss bridge on fire and didn"t get in for two days. The road was blocked, everything out of gear and I had to double back again, whether or no.

"I was "chewing the rag" with a roundhouse foreman about it when Old Andy came along.

""Go on, Hopkins," said he, "and you can lay off when you get back. I"m going South with my car _and will take the girls with me_!"

"That was hint enough, and I said yes.

"It was in the evening, and while the fireman and I got our supper, the hostler turned my engine, coaled her up, took water and stood her on the north branch track, next the head end of her train, that had not yet been entirely made up.

"This north branch came into the south and west divisions off a very heavy grade and on a curve, the view being cut off at this point by buildings close to the track. The engine herself stood close to the office building, and after oiling around, I backed on to the train, bringing my cab right opposite a window in the despatcher"s office. Just before this open window and facing me sat Dandy Tamplin at his key. I hated Dandy Tamplin.

"It was dark outside and in the cab, the conductor had given me my orders and said we"d go just as quick as the pony found a couple of cars more and put them on the hind end. Dennis had put in a big fire for the hill, and then gone skylarking around the station, and I was in the dark glaring at Dandy Tamplin in the light.

"The blow-off c.o.c.k on this engine was on the right side and opened from the cab. Ordinarily, you pulled the handle up, but the last time the boiler was washed out they had turned the plug c.o.c.k half over and the handle stuck up through the deck among the oil cans ahead of the reverse lever, and opened by pushing it down. I remember thinking it was dangerous, as a man might accidentally open it. On the c.o.c.k was a piece of pipe to carry the hot water away from the paint work, and this stuck straight out under the footboard, the c.o.c.k leaked a little and the end of the pipe dripped hot water and steam.

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