A Story Of Tom Scott

The death of Pres. George. B. Roberts, of the Peansylavnia Kailroad, naturally brings to niliid recollections of his immediate predecessor, Thomas A. Soott, the greatest railroad manager tihe world has ever knowa. J. Edgar Thiomson had become the company's chfef engineer. TaLking one day with Dr. Gi-ron, former aoilector of tolls at Columbia, and then hioliding a contract with the Pennsylvania Eailroad, he asked 1Í the Jatter could recommend !iim a man to act as station agent at Iuncansville, on the Allegheny Mountains ttien the western terminus of the road. The etatioa agent was to nave ciharge of the transfer of passemgers aaid freight between the cars of the PeamsylTunia Oompany and those of the State road. "There was a young man who used to clerk f or me at Columbia that wouM suit you first-rate," replied Dr. Given. "What is his name," asked Emgineel Thomson. "Thomas A. Scott." 'I wHl send woi'd to him." And he did, and by telegraph, too. Mr .Thomson, u-as siittiing tihe next day ia his office In Harrisburg when ia 'walked a visitor who was a picture of mardy beauty, and who bore atwut him such a breezy air of indep endence as plainly indicated that the corporation chiefbains had no terrors for him. His long yellow hatr st-raggled over his shoulders, a wilde-brimmed slouch Jiat was perchón the back of hiia head, his panits were tucked lm his boots, and his hands were exploring the very depths of his pockets. "Young man, what do you -want?'' Dnquired Engineer Thomson, looking anound and gazing on this picture. "I believe you tlegraphed for me" was the response, in a very clear, but respectful to-ae, but witn no ap'pearance of embarrassment. ''What is your name ?" "Thomas A. Seott." "Are you the young man Dr. Given recommended ?" "Yes Bir." The ohief engineer, after a long and eamiest scrutdtoy of the long hair, the big hat, the boot-encased pants, and tihe pocket-hdüden handa, said uddenly and brusquely, "I don't think you will suit me." "That doesn't aiake a darned bit of Öifference," replied tiie fair young man, wl'tih the gioDden locks, not one whit abashed, "I made up my mind o come down here anyway, and try you for a momth, amd If I lüted you to Btay, amd if I didn't I would mighty soon teil you so. Good day, ir." "HoW om there," called out C?hiel Thomson, as the young man was walkiing from the floor, probatoly demonistnatiag more qnickness and determilnialtion that he ever afterward display ed. "CJome back here ; I guess 1 wiil try you for a month," and he tried him for many years