THE ROAD’S GRATITUDE
It was only a memory now, that gray, wet Christmas morning when
Allan had been brought home pale and limp, on a stretcher. They had
started from bed at the first tap on the door, for his prolonged
absence had begun to worry them, and Jack, unheeding his sprained
ankle, had hobbled to it and flung it open. He stood silent as they
brought the boy in and set the stretcher on the floor. He watched
the doctor strip back his clothing, remove the rude bandage that had
been hastily placed over the wound, wipe away the blood, and begin
to probe for the bullet. Mary, too, had thrown on her gown and stood
watching the operation with white face.
“Doctor,” burst out Jack, at last, almost fiercely, “don’t tell me
he’s dead! Don’t tell me he’s goin’ t’ die! He saved my little girl.
Don’t tell me I let him go t’ his death!”
“He’ll not die,” said the doctor, reassuringly. “The bullet seems to
have been deflected from its course and to have made only a bad
flesh wound.”
But it turned the watchers sick to see the probe sink in deeper and
deeper. Suddenly the surgeon gave a little exclamation and ran his
hand under the boy’s shoulder.
“Here,” he said to his assistant, “turn him over.”
He made a quick cut with a knife under the shoulder-blade, and a
little flattened piece of lead fell into his hand.
“There’s the bullet,” and he handed it to Welsh. “Maybe he’ll want
it for a keepsake.” And he proceeded skilfully to bandage up the
wound.
But it was not until Allan opened his eyes and smiled faintly up at
them that Jack and Mary believed that he could live. They fell on
their knees beside his bed, but the doctor hurried them away.
“What he needs now is sleep,” he said. “Let him sleep as long as he
can.”
“But look at his poor face, doctor,” whispered Mary, “an’ at his
hands, all tore and scratched. Do ye suppose them devils did that to
him, too?”
“I don’t know,” said the doctor. “Those scratches won’t hurt him;
it’s that wound in the breast that’s dangerous. Now, let him sleep.”
And sleep he did, all through that Christmas Day. The story of his
exploit had got about, and a constant stream of railroad men came
softly up the path to ask how he was doing, and to stand around
afterward and discuss the story. All night he slept, with Mary
watching by his bedside, and, when he opened his eyes next morning,
she was still sitting there.
The doctor came an hour later, looked at the wound, felt his pulse,
and nodded encouragingly.
“He’ll pull through all right,” he said. “He’s got a little fever,
but that was to be expected. But he’s in first-class shape and will
soon rally from that wound. Keep him quiet for a day or two.”
Before that time, the fever had subsided, the wound was healing
nicely, and the doctor pronounced his patient out of danger.
“He’s pretty weak,” he said, “and must take things easy. Don’t let
him strain himself any way, or he may open the wound. Keep him quiet
and cheerful—his youth will do the rest.”
How they vied with one another to nurse Allan back to strength
again. Reddy, his old self, was the first caller, with his heart
going out to the boy with a love that was well-nigh worship.
“I don’t know nothin’ ’bout how it happened, Allan,” he said,
wringing the hand of the white-faced boy, “but I think I can count
on y’ not to be layin’ it up ag’in me.”
Allan leaned back and laughed.
“I think if you can cry quits, I can,” he said. How the great load
rolled from off his heart as he saw Reddy, whom he had last beheld
lying prone at his feet, now his genial old self again!
“But, oh, Reddy, I did hate to hit you!”
“Ho, ho!” cried Reddy; “if it had kilt me intirely, Oi’d ’a’ been
th’ last to complain! Is it true, Allan, that I was runnin’ around
with tramps?”
“Yes, that’s true, Reddy.”
“An’ hobnobbin’ with Dan Nolan?”
“Yes.”
“An’ abusin’ my missus?”
“You didn’t abuse her, Reddy.”
“An’ fightin’ my best friends, an’ wreckin’ railroad property, an’
actin’ generally loike a low-down haythen?” went on Reddy, rapidly.
“Why, th’ only thing I can’t forgive y’ fer, Allan, is thet y’
didn’t knock me over th’ head long afore!”
“I would, Reddy,” laughed Allan, “if I’d thought it would cure you.”
“If it hadn’t cured me,” said Reddy, “it might ’a’ kilt me-an’ thet
was what I deserved!”
Joy is the best of all medicines, and Allan’s improvement was rapid.
At the end of a week he could spend hours lying back in a padded
chair, and Jack was finally prevailed upon to go regularly to work
and leave the care of the invalid to his wife.
It was on the platform before the station that the superintendent
stopped him one evening, as he was hurrying home from work.
“How are things out on the line?” he asked.
“All right, sir.”
“Going to win the track prize again this spring?”
“No, sir,” and Jack grew suddenly grave. “One of my best men is laid
up, y’ know.”
“Ah, yes,” and the superintendent nodded. “How is the boy getting
along, Jack?”
“He’ll pull through,” said the other, slowly, “but he had a mighty
close call. If th’ bullet hadn’t struck a rib an’ glanced off, he’d
’a’ been done fer. I went down t’ look at th’ place he got acrost
th’ ravine, an’ I don’t see how he done it.”
“Neither do I,” agreed the superintendent. “I took a look at it,
too.”
“Well,” continued Jack, “th’ fever’s over now, an’ he’s gittin’ his
strength back.”
“And his appetite, too, I dare say.”
“Yes,” assented Jack, with a quick smile of enjoyment, “an’ his
appetite, too. Why, it does us more good t’ see him eat than to eat
ourselves.”
“I don’t doubt it; but you mustn’t spoil the boy with too much
coddling.”
“Spoil him!” retorted Jack. “Not fer a minute! Why, y’ couldn’t
spoil him, sir. He’s pure gold, all th’ way through.”
The superintendent started on, stopped for an instant to chew his
moustache, then turned back.
“Jack!” he called.
“Yes, sir,” and the foreman stopped.
“You were saying,” began the superintendent, a little awkwardly,
“that the boy’s eating again. He ought to have some dainties, Welsh;
oysters and chicken and fruit, and that sort of thing.”
“We hope t’ be able t’ git ’em fer him, sir,” answered Jack, with
dignity.
“Well, the road won’t let you get them,” said the superintendent.
“We owe him a good deal, and we’re going to pay some of it this way.
I’m going to stop in over here at the store and tell Fisher to send
the boy whatever he wants and send the bill in to the road. I’ll see
that it’s paid. Of course, we’ll take care of the doctor and drug
bills, too. Now, maybe he’d like some oranges or pineapple or
something of that sort right away. Anyway, I’ll tell Fisher,” and he
hurried on, as though fearing to hear what the other might say.
Welsh looked after him for a moment without saying anything, then
turned toward home.
And Mr. Heywood, hurrying on, stopped at the grocery and gave
certain directions.
“And see here, Fisher,” he concluded, “you’ll send the bill to me,
but that’s nobody’s business but our own. I want them to think that
the road’s paying for it.”
Half an hour later, a grocer’s boy knocked at the door of the Welsh
cottage and handed in a great basket of dainties, and Allan was soon
smiling over a bowl of steaming oyster soup, with Jack and his wife
and Mamie grouped about the bed watching him enjoy it. And I don’t
believe there is any more exquisite pleasure in the world than that
which they experienced in that moment!
The winter days were clear and bright, and Allan found a rare
enjoyment in lying back in the great chair which Mrs. Welsh had
padded expressly for him, and looking out over the yards and
watching the busy life there. He was sitting so one afternoon when
some one turned in at the gate and mounted the path to the house.
“Why, it’s Misther Schofield!” cried Mary, and hastily dusted off a
chair with her apron, in honour of the distinguished visitor,—not
that it needed dusting.
The train-master came up with smiling face.
“How are you, Mrs. Welsh?” he asked. “And how is the invalid?”
He sat down by the side of the chair, and, reaching over, gave
Allan’s hand a hearty clasp.
“Do you know, I am ashamed of myself for not getting here before
this,” he went on, genially, “but I have kept posted about you,
because I wanted to know when you were ready to go back to work.”
“I’ll be ready before long, sir,” said Allan, smiling in sympathy
with his guest’s good humour. “I’m getting quite strong again.”
But Mrs. Welsh interrupted him.
“Listen at th’ boy!” she cried, indignantly. “Why, Misther
Schofield, an’ him with a bullethole clear through him t’ think o’
goin’ out an’ workin’ on section!”
The train-master was smiling more broadly than ever.
“It does seem pretty tough, doesn’t it?” he said. “Here’s a boy
who’s saved the company’s pay-car with two hundred thousand dollars
in it, and the lives of ten or fifteen men, and came within a hair’s
breadth of getting killed. And yet he has to work on section for
forty dollars a month. But then, there’s not so much danger on
section any more; we’ve routed the tramps, you know, for good and
all. Still, it’s pretty tough.”
“Tough!” and Mrs. Welsh looked at him with flaming eyes. “It’s worse
’n that, beggin’ your pardon, sir. It’s a sin an’ a shame! It’s a
disgrace t’ th’ company!”
Allan tried to silence her, but she would not be silenced. He stole
a horrified glance at Mr. Schofield, and was astonished to see that
he was still smiling.
“A disgrace!” repeated that official. “Well, I agree with you, Mrs.
Welsh. So we’re not going to let him go back on section. We can’t
afford to waste a good man that way. It’s a little late for a
Christmas gift, maybe, but he’s earned it and he’s going to get it.”
Mary stared at the speaker, speechless.
“There’s a job open in my office, young man,” he went on, turning to
Allan. “It’s yours if you want it. It’s not such a very good job,
for it pays only fifty dollars a month, but you’ll learn more about
railroading there in a month than you can ever do on section, and
you’ll be in line for promotion, and you’ll get promoted when you
merit it. What do you say?”
What could Allan say, with a heart too full for utterance? He
reached out his hands blindly, and the other, understanding, clasped
them in his strong, steady ones.
* * * * *
And that was how it came about that Allan got the place in the
offices which he had longed for, under the eye of the best
train-master in the West, where, as he had promised, there was more
railroading to be learned in a month than in a lifetime of section
work. He became a part of the brain which ruled and directed the
whole wonderful system. He came to know what the instruments ticking
madly away on every table were saying. He proved himself worthy of
the trust reposed in him, and on two critical occasions, at least,
he displayed a nerve and quickness of judgment which caused the
general manager to ask the train-master:
“Who is this fellow named West you’ve got down there in your office,
Schofield? He seems a good one.”
“He _is_ a good one,” Mr. Schofield had responded, earnestly.
“You’ll hear from him again.”
How the prophecy came true and what adventures befell Allan in his
new position will be told in “The Young Train-despatcher”; but,
whatever his successes, I doubt if he ever knew happier days than
those he spent with Reddy and Jack Welsh on Section Twenty-one.
THE END.
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The Quilt That Jack Built.
A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and how it changed
the course of his life many years after it was accomplished.
Flip’s Islands of Providence.
A story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his final
triumph, well worth the reading.
By EDITH ROBINSON
A Little Puritan’s First Christmas.
A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how Christmas was
invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child of the Puritans, aided by
her brother Sam.
A Little Daughter of Liberty.
The author’s motive for this story is well indicated by a quotation
from her introduction, as follows:
“One ride is memorable in the early history of the American
Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul Revere. Equally deserving of
commendation is another ride,—the ride of Anthony Severn,—which was
no less historic in its action or memorable in its consequences.”
A Loyal Little Maid.
A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary days, in which
the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, renders important services to
George Washington.
A Little Puritan Rebel.
This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the time when the
gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of Massachusetts.
A Little Puritan Pioneer.
The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settlement at
Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds another to the list of
favorites so well known to the young people.
A Little Puritan Bound Girl.
A story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great interest to
youthful readers.
A Little Puritan Cavalier.
The story of a “Little Puritan Cavalier” who tried with all his
boyish enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and ideals of the dead
Crusaders.
By MISS MULOCK
The Little Lame Prince.
A delightful story of a little boy who has many adventures by means
of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother.
Adventures of a Brownie.
The story of a household elf who torments the cook and gardener, but
is a constant joy and delight to the children who love and trust
him.
His Little Mother.
Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant source of
delight to them, and “His Little Mother,” in this new and attractive
dress, will be welcomed by hosts of youthful readers.
Little Sunshine’s Holiday.
An attractive story of a summer outing. “Little Sunshine” is another
of those beautiful child-characters for which Miss Mulock is so
justly famous.
By JULIANA HORATIA EWING
Jackanapes.
A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite and
touching story, dear alike to young and old.
Story of a Short Life.
This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. It is a part
of the world’s literature, and will never die.
A Great Emergency.
How a family of children prepared for a great emergency, and how
they acted when the emergency came.
By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramée)
A Dog of Flanders: A Christmas Story.
Too well and favorably known to require description.
The Nurnberg Stove.
This beautiful story has never before been published at a popular
price.
By FRANCES MARGARET FOX
The Little Giant’s Neighbours.
A charming nature story of a “little giant” whose neighbours were
the creatures of the field and garden.
Farmer Brown and the Birds.
A little story which teaches children that the birds are man’s best
friends.
Betty of Old Mackinaw.
A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to the little
readers who like stories of “real people.”
Mother Nature’s Little Ones.
Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or
“childhood,” of the little creatures out-of-doors.
How Christmas Came to the Mulvaneys.
A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children, with
an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. The wonderful
never-to-be-forgotten Christmas that came to them is the climax of a
series of exciting incidents.
By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE
The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow.
This story, written by the gifted young Southern woman, will appeal
to all that is best in the natures of the many admirers of her
graceful and piquant style.
The Fortunes of the Fellow.
Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm of “The Farrier’s
Dog and His Fellow” will welcome the further account of the
adventures of Baydaw and the Fellow at the home of the kindly smith.
The Best of Friends.
This continues the experiences of the Farrier’s dog and his Fellow,
written in Miss Dromgoole’s well-known charming style.
Down in Dixie.
A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Alabama
children who move to Florida and grow up in the South.
By MARIAN W. WILDMAN
Loyalty Island.
An account of the adventures of four children and their pet dog on
an island, and how they cleared their brother from the suspicion of
dishonesty.
Theodore and Theodora.
This is a story of the exploits and mishaps of two mischievous
twins, and continues the adventures of the interesting group of
children in “Loyalty Island.”
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