Broke The Record

The Railroad club met Tuesday eyenIng in the usual place, and after a short busines3 session the boys drifted Into "shop" conversation. The recent fast run of the general manager's special from Hope to Missoula was commented on, and the talk on fast runs became general. Several stories of remarkable time made on different occasions were related, and when the blonde brakeman got the floor he saw he was expected to break the record. And he did, says the Missoula Silverite. "Speaking of fast runs," said he, "why, that little Montana Union line lays over anything I ever saw. No Dutch clocks or anything else to hold a man down there I worked for that road when Bib Smith was dispatcher, and when he told the boys to 'wheel 'em' we all knew what it meant. One day we were going north and were delayed in various ways until we reached Stewart. Bob wired the con. at that point that he wanted our train to get to Garrison just as quick as God would let us. We had a clear track when we started, and it wasn't long before the telegraph poles looked like a picket fence. The biggest burst of speed was reserved for the home stretch - from Deer Lodge to GarrisoL 11 miles. We didn't stop at Deer Lodge, but as we approached that place the engineer sounded the whistle as usual- and you may take my head for a foot-ball if the 'Slow' sign in the Garrison yards wasn't passed by our train before that whistle had ceased to sound!" This made the boys look weary, but the "braky" hadn't finished yet. He continued: "Well, we put our train away and were resting ourselves, when we glanced up the track and saw a dark streak approaching at a lightning gait. We were astounded for an instant, but as it slowed up we readily recognized it as the shadow of the train we had just brought in." And the boys all rose up, and after presenting the relator with a regularly signed license the club adjourned.