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BCTLEB, GEORGIA. TUESDAY, MAY 13. 1879.
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THE BUTLER HERALD.
W. N. BI3NNS.
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TUESDAY MAY 13th 1079.
The Obstructed Track*
Did the engineer know that she
was watching—that his engine
gave two shrill shrieks that seem
ed to say, “Viola! Viola!”
The brace of shrieks, loud and
shrill, told her who drove that
engine toward the great city on the
Mississippi's banks. They recall
ed the day, one year since, when
the first engine she had ever seen
stopped at Beamont, scarcely a
The engineer was young and
ihaudsome; as ha saw her examin-
On a crisp night in October the
wind rustled the leaves in the wood
that surrounded Viola Vathek’s
Above the fair girl who looked out j >“K the great driving wheels, and
of a small domitory window shone j looking with wonder upon the
countless stars; she might have
seen Boots and Orion had she look
ed up, but that night the worlds
of heaven had no attraction for
She was listening to a strange
sound borne from the west by the
nocturnal breeze that chilled her
cheek. I might have said, pro
priety, a succession of sounds, lor
it seemed as if a uumber of per
sons were cording wood or moving
heavy timber not far away. Save
this noise the night was quiet, and
she beard without interruption
from the window of her boudoir.
“I beliove it is in Gwynne’s cut/'
she said at last to herself. “Per
haps some viliian is obstructing
the track for devilish purposes
The Reil Bird will soon be due,
and this is Ed’s trip down."
Her face grew n trilie paler as
she spoke, and a moment later she
stood before the ancient wall-
sweeper iu one of the n o us.
The moonbeams stealing in at
the window fell on the lace ot th»
dial and told Viola that it was 12
“Twelve/'she murmured. “What!
lii o’clock, and In* whistles to tut*
at half-[iast! Mercy! what if tin
track is obstructed iu theouil”
With the last words ou her lips,
she souu left the house.
At the gate site paused a mo
ment and listened. The souuds
were still to be heard, and she be
lieved that they emigrated from a
spot in the cut near the cattle-
guard. Then she started forward
again and crossed the meadows
that lay between her home and
The stars looked down upon a
little object that glittered like sil
ver in Viola’s hand. It was a re
volver and her fingers held it firm-
She was the belle of the conn
try, she inhabited. Her father
was dead, and with her widowed
mother and a little brother ot
twelve, she dwelt in the humble
house won by the sweat of her la
A railway station called Bea
mont was the only settlement
near, and it was six miles away
from her home. She seldom went
thither, for there was no society
there, and she could enjoy herself
better at home.
The track of iron was the mak
ing of Beamont, for the road was
new, and towns were springing up
all around the line. Viola could
see the cars from the window, and
otten had she sat there until the
flaming headlight of the midnight
express bad appeared and disap
Ap opeuing iu the woods en-
1 to see the head-light for
a motrau^aJMfcbeQ ttie Hi
mighty beauties of his iron pet,he
leaped to the ground.
A pretty piece of machinery,"
said he to her, "And she goeB
like a bird."
She blushed when she caught
his eye, and the sound of his
voice thrilled her.
Overcoming timidity, he helped
her into his cosy apartment on
the engine, and explained to her
the wonderful mechanism of this
Then he said good-bye, and she
Raw the train move off, and hie
hat waving from the engine was
the last thing she saw as the train
darted around the curve.
A we.*k later she found herselt
at the statiou talking to him again.
Their meeting seemed purely ac
cidcnfal, and no doubt it was such;
hut I am sure the meetings that
followed Were not.
By and by Ed. Gordon, the en
gineer, carried a picture over his
heart, and ou Viola’s bureau lay
the photographic semblance of his
Thus the acquaintance at the
tation, during the Red Bird’s tri
al over the new road, had ripened
into lnve,atid two midnight shrieks
told her he was safe and driving
his engine towards the river me
She sat at her window oftimes,
with the lamp on the sill, aud often
fanciid she could see him leaning
from his engine, with his eyes fix
ed to catch a glimpse of her, but
the train would be swallowed up
in the woods again.
This life was excitement and
joy to Viola; but it was passing
away. The time was coming wh**n
Ed. G ordun ‘ would leave the
road and accept a superinten-
dency of the company’s car shops
iu a flourishing way.
But let me return to the October
night when Viola left her home to
investigate the sounds that seem
ed to come from Gwynne’s cut.
She felt that obstructions were
being placed upon the track iu the
Of late the company had incur
red the hatred of several person*
in tho vicinity of the station, and
once or twice the track had been
tampered with, hut fortunately to
no serious extent.
The night express generally went
through the cut with uodiminish-
ed speed, for no obstruction had
been encountered there; though
the cattle-guard in the ceutei
would assh>t the evil disposed.
Viola at last reached the cut,
ioto which the mellow moonbeams
fell, and paused. Something high
and dark obstructed the track be
fore her, at the very spot where
th^ cattle-guard seethed to be, at»d
she Sold her breath. It was I
her w*lk occupied a number of precious
minutes. The shrieks of the Red Bird
would soon be heard, and a moment
thereafter its headlight would flash in
to the cut.
She saw more Mian a pile of strong
ties on the track. She saw tho dark
figure of a man moviug about the pyr
amids, as if contemplating his night's
work and speculating upon the death
and ruin it would cause. She watched
until she believed thAt one man had
accomplished the diabolical deed, then
she crept fordard through the shadow
of the bushes that lined the sides of the
cut, until she stood within ten feet of
“I'll go hack to the station, now,”
she heard him say to himself. “I can
get there before the accident,and when
it occurs, why I can run up there and
see him under the ruins of the engine,
so crushed that the doll-faced girl of
his will not recognise him.”
A cruel laugh rippled over his lip
as he stepped buck from the heap of
ties, several of which had been forced
into the guard, where they were wedg
ed like posts of iron. He enjoyed his
own words, and viewed the work of his
own mad hands.
The last words* full of devil’i
utnph, still quivering on his lips, when
Viola stepped from the slmdows and
thrust the muzzle of her revolver into
He started hack with a cry of hor
ror and muttered his name.
“This is your revenge, Morgan,
Duke,” she said, looking sternly into
his eyes. “Now obey my oommands,
or there will he a lifeless body on this
track, to he mingled among the ruins
of the night express. To work at once;
off* with your coat, and remove every
obstruction your wicked bauds have
“The train can't be saved now/ he
said, and there was joy in his tones.
“It took me one long hour to ob
struct tho guard. In twenty minutes,
less perhaps, you’ll see the Red
Bird's headlight up the cut.*
“Villain !’ she cried, “if this track
is not ch ared when I see hor headlight
I’ll drive a bullet through your brain.
You know what to do. I’ll talk no lon
Covered hy her revolver as he was»
Morgan Duk«»,the station -master, doff
ed his coat and went to work.
Viola neyer took her eyes from him,
and the silvpry moou that rested over
the cut showed his every movement.
He was on the pile of ties,hurling them
one by one, wilh the strength of a
modern damson upon the not overwide
grade. Her worked for life, for he
knew when the thundering train was
due, and a glance at the girl on the
track tolk him that she would surely
kill him if ho did not do her bidding.
Once she said to him, as he paused
for breath before attacking the ties
which he had driven into the cattle-
I never thought this of you, ^or
gan Duke. When I rejected you I
thought you would bear it like a man.’
He replied not, but glanced at his
. “Half-past 12/ he said,
“To work! was the stern command,
and Viola stepped forward and brought
the revolver nearer his head.
He tugged at the ties with great
strength, *nd large drops of perspira
tion stood out on his forehead.
“I can’t get them out/ he said.
“You must/ was the reply.
The girl’s face grew paler than ever
and she glanced fearfully up the out.
“Take them out !’ she said sudden
ly; “the train is coming. I hear it.'
The villainous station master heard
the rumbling and again turned to
Viola watched nev-
undo his wicked work, and while she
watched, her heart grew still beneath
the rumbling of the express.
“He’ll soon call me/ she said to her
self. “There! there!’
The familiar shrieks cleft the cool
October air, but they brought on joy
to her heart. She was not at the win
dow beside the light he loved to hail
from his engine. Perhaps she would he
the find to kiss his cold brow beneAth
the stars at Gwynne’s Cut. She almost
shouted for joy when she saw the first
tie drawn from the guard by the des*
“Quick! the sledge! break the
guard !’ she cried.
“God. I never thought of that,* he
said, and the next moment he was
shattering the long guard with the
At that the tie was broken, and he
thrust the other tie into the long open
ing he had made.
At that moment the train, rounding
the curve, dashed into the cut, and th-
flashing headlight not twenty feet
away, almost blinded the eyes of the
Morgan Duko stepped from the track
and threw himself upon the heap of
ties, utterly exhausted. He wns tri
umph in the girl’s eyes, and watched
her as the train came on.
Oh ! for strength to hurl li^r upon
the track and beneath the wheels of
the thundering train. Her revolver
had ceased to cover him, but he could
not have lifted n child.
The train dashed by, Viola saw her
lover’s face for a moment, and an ex
clamation of thankfulness welled from
her heart. He was safe, and the pre
cious lives that he carried westward.
‘‘You are a worker, Morgan Duke/
she said to him, smiling. “We will
He looked at her a moment in si
lence. “Are you going to tell V’ he
“Such men as jou are dangerous/
“Then you are going to expose me?*
He did not reply.
They parted forever there. Morgan
Duke was never caught bj|tho officers
of the law, but justice afterward over
took him. The iron wheels of the rail
way train caught him on the track.
The company presented Viola with
a beautiful house, when hor husbund
took charge of the car shops. I know
she will never regret her night in Gwyn-
no’s out with her rejected lover.
“Very goo 1 ; if not, I will pun
ish yon severely."
“I have been," said the soldier,
‘about six week* on the inarch. I
have neither Bible nor pamtnon
prayer-book. I have nothing hot
a pack of cards, and I hope tie sat
isfy Yonr Worship df the purity
of my intention/’ " Hj..i ./ i//
Then s pread 1 th 4 before
the Mayor he began wifcVtK'd ace:
‘‘When I see the ace, it reminds
me that there is hut ope God.—
When I see the deuce, it reminds
me of the Father and Son. When
I see the trey, it reminds of the
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.—
When 1 see the four, it reminds
me of the four evangelists that
preached—Matthew, Mark, Luke
and John. When I see the five, It
reminds me of the five wise virgins
that trimmed their lamps. There
were ten; but five were wise and
five were foolish and were shut out.
When I see the six, it retniqde me
that in six days the Lord, qide
heaven and earth.—When I ate
the seven, it reminds me th%t on
the seventh day God rested from
the great work He had made and
hallowed it. When 1 see the eight,
it reminds me of the eight righte*
ous persons that were sa^fed when
God destroyed the wovl^; via:,
Noah and his wife, his ihree eons
a^d their wives. WIm/Im the
Religion in a Pack of Cards.
[An Old Anecd.te Reprinted by Request.]
A private soldier by the name of
Richard Lee was taken before the
magistrates of Glasgow, Scotland,
for ptayingcards during divine ser
vices. At the church, those who
had Bibles took them out; butthiB
soldier had neither Bible oor com
mon prayer-book, and polling out
a pack of cards, he spread them
out before him. He first looked at
one oard, and then at another. The
Seargent of the company saw him
“Richard, put up the cards; this
is no place for them."
“Never mind that,” said Rich
When the services were over,
the Constable took Richard a pris
oner, knd brought him before the
“Well,” said the Mayor, “What
have yon brought the euldier hore
“For playing cards in church."
“Veil, soldier, what have yon
to say for yourself?”
1 kfir. ' 1 -/
say for youn
nine, it reminds tne of tjh* lias W-
pers that were cleanifri hy ear
Saviour. There were dim oat of
ten that never returned thanks.
When I ses tho loo it reminds mo
of the ten oomomodiniati, which
God had handed dMrfc to JfOseo
the tablnofadonw, ' When loo*
the kiog, it rmiMs ftr-erf tfca
great KingafOWW*. MMSKfo
God Almighty. Whoa I Martha
queen, it reminds me of the Qua
of Sheba, who visited Solomon,tor
she was as wise a woman as ha
was a man. She brought with her
fifty boys and fifty girls, all drsso-
ed in boys apparel, for King Solo
mon to tell which were boys and
which were girls- The King sent
(or water for them to wash. Tho
girls washed to tho elbows,the boys
to the wriste; so King Solomon
told by that.”
"Well’' said the Mayor, “yon
have described every card in tho
pack except one."
“What is that?”
“The knave,” said the Mayor,
“I will give your Honor a de
scription of that, too, if you will
not he angry."
“I will not," said tho Mayor,
“if you do not term mo to he tho
“Tho greatest knave 1 know of,
is the Constable that brought ms
“I do not know,” said the May
or, “if he is the greatest knave,
but he is the greatest fool."
“When I count how many spot*
there are in a pack of cards, I find
365, as many days as there are in
a year. When 1 count the num
ber of cards in a pack, 1 find fifty-
two—the number of weeks in a
year. I find there are twelve
picture cards in a pack, represent
ing the number of months in a
year, and on q -noting the tricks,
1 find thirteen, the number of
weeks <0 a quarter. So, you sen^
a pack ol cards serves for a Bible,
an alm&MC, aud common prayer-