. Book of the Royal blue . ght this would be a good show to getacquainted. Its my treat, boys; so dive inand help yourselves to the lemonade. With this closing remark he proceeded to pass the treat around, and every man in the car took a sip out of the tin cup, and also helped himself to a feather-filler. After shaking hands all around, he was hustled off the car, and the special pro-ceeded to Chicago without making the ac-quaintance of any more agents. The general manager said afterward hisfirst impulse was to kill him, but on secondthought the situation seemed so ludicrousthat he concluded t
. Book of the Royal blue . ght this would be a good show to getacquainted. Its my treat, boys; so dive inand help yourselves to the lemonade. With this closing remark he proceeded to pass the treat around, and every man in the car took a sip out of the tin cup, and also helped himself to a feather-filler. After shaking hands all around, he was hustled off the car, and the special pro-ceeded to Chicago without making the ac-quaintance of any more agents. The general manager said afterward hisfirst impulse was to kill him, but on secondthought the situation seemed so ludicrousthat he concluded to have a little fun outof it, even if they were delayed. This little station has grown to be atown of three or four hundred inhabitants,and Heywood, with the assistance of hisdaughter, still holds the fort. He nevertires of telling how he first met the made him famous the whole countryround, and he is the whole thing in thetown; and why shouldnt he be? Dont youknow that among the blind the one-eyedman is king?. THE IRON HORSE. BY J. E. RANKIN. H ARK! within, a thousand hammers!Babel noises, Babel clamors. Lathes, alow-turning, forges flaming; They the iron-horse are he stanils, at last completed. Joints and muscles aptly furnished,Part to part adjusted, meted. And his helmet brightly burnished. From the silver cloud strong pulse-beat onward urging. Like some stallion stung with nettles, Down to work again he he yawns, look at his vitals. Full of white-hot glowing cinders;Thus he takes for toil requitals, Lehigh, cracking all to flinders. There he stands, no sense or of speed and void of motion; There he stands, with muscles rigid. Joints rheumatic, pulses the mines of Lehigh feed him. Give him water, steam will wake him;He will serve you where you need him— Forth to draw your burdens take him. Raging, rushing, writhing, rolling,Bridle him, hi^i head controlling. Hand on lever, while youre able; Now he
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