Saved The Passengers

From the Washington Star: "Speaklng of experiences on the railroad," said a New York travellng man, "I had a slight scrape one time on a mountaln road Ín Tennessee that may be wortl the hearing. We were coming down a long grade of ten miles in a mixed train. That is we had a góndola loaded with ties as the end car, with our two passenger coaches and baggage car, and I should say we were making about twenty miles an hour on a track that would be treatlng us very kindly If It did not sling us into eternity if we dared to add five miles an hour to our speed, when I happened to look out of the rear door and saw a wild train of loaded coal cars swinging down after us. They had evidently started at a Uppie which we had passed only a few minutes before, and when I saw them they were going so fast that they distanced the men on the ground, who made a run to get on and stop their further flight. I made a wild rush for the conductor, but before I reached him he had ordered the engineer to let out his engine for all she was worth, and in this way keep ahead of our chasers. Fortunately we had no women aboard and the men could be kept in better control, though it was all we could do to keep them from jumping off. It was only a short time until we began to see that our salvation lay in the pursuing train flying the track, because we had reached our limit and our train was swaying and tossing so that everybody was scared out of his wits. I know I waa, and I just sat in my seat and held on, waiting and listening to the thunder of the train behind us, which was only 500 yards away and galning every second. It was far heavier than ours, and I knew that if anybody went off the track it wasn't going to be the coal train. I said a moment ago that we had no women aboard. I mean we had none to speak of. There was one, but she was a homely mountaln girl, who dldn't seem to know anything, and because she sat qulet in the corner and didn't scream we thought she didn't amount to enough to count. I was looking at her in a dazed kind of way, when all of a sudden she lit out of her seat as tf she had been shot out of it, and, knocking everybody out of the way she dashed out of the rear door before anybody could touch her, and we thought she had jumped off.but she hadn't. She jumped for the open car, hanging on like a cat, until she got to the far end of it, and in a second she was tumbling those ties off at the rate of a dozen a second. They would hit the track and bounce every which way, but she kept piling them off.coal train getting closer every second, and at last a couple of them stuck up in a cattle guard, and the next thing we knew there was a terrific crash, rails and ties, and tracks and coal cars flew, and the coal train, rolled over itself and went down the hill in a heap. By George, as that glrl stood there in her plain calleo dress and her old sunbonnet and watched that train pile up at her feet, I thought that Joan of Are, Cleopatra, Queen Elizabeth, Grace Darling and the lot of them weren't a patching to her, and, as far as we were concerned, they weren't. She had saved our train and our Uves, and we took uer on with us in triumph. Then we made up a purse for her big enough to buy a farm with, and 111 bot she's got more good clothes and jewelry and books and trinket3 and things than any girl in the mountatns, for we never forget toer. She doean't quite appreciate some of the fine things she has, but what do we care for that? We appreciate her, Just the same." lïisiniirik's Statue. Bismarck's statue for the Rudelsberg, representing him in student costume, is now ready. While the scnlptor waa modeling the figure recently the iron chancellor said to him: "All artists have painted my porbrait without the lower lip; that is wrong. My lower lip is very pronounced; not too much, for that would ind-icate obstinacy, and I was never obstinate when I found views that were better than my uwn. But a well-developed lower lip slgnifles constancy." When the model was flnished he marked the letters v. B. on the clay himself. Agalnat the Wheel. A. D. Penfold, general auditor of the Merchants' Dispatch company, New York, said recently In an address before the Y. M. C. A. of Troy: "If the devil ever constructed a vehicle to carry his victims to heil it is the bicycle. In New York I see so niany on Sunday who would go to church If they remalned ín the city riding into the country on bicycles. They are no better than Ueathens."