THE NEW STEAMER.
However much Tommy Toppleton deserved the fate which had befallen him,
I really pitied him. I am sure that not a single emotion of triumph
had a place in my heart. I neither said nor thought that it served him
right. I was sorry for him, and my regret was entirely unselfish. The
only personal consideration that disturbed me was the reflection that
I must in the future be entirely banished from the presence of Grace
Toppleton. I had not the impudence, boy of sixteen as I was, to believe
that I was in love with her. If such a thought had entered my head, the
wide difference between her social position and mine would have driven
it out.
I was deeply interested in her as a friend. She had been very kind and
considerate towards me. She had treated me with respect and regard,
and did not seem to think that I was not her equal in the social scale.
I never spoke to her, and never even thought of her, except with a
respect bordering upon reverence. I was content to stand off at a
proper distance and admire her pretty face, her graceful form, and her
gentle manners. I thought she was an angel; not merely because she was
beautiful in person, but because her pure heart and kind manners seemed
to elevate her far above the low and selfish lives of those around her.
By the time I reached the mansion of Major Toppleton, the excitement
had in a measure subsided. The bone of Tommy’s leg had been set, but
he was suffering severe pain. It appeared that the major had procured
the services of an engineer at Ucayga, who had run the dummy up from
that point, starting only half an hour behind the Lightning Express.
Arriving at the place where the imperious little president had stopped
our train, the magnate found the conductor and Lewis Holgate bearing
Tommy towards the nearest house. He was placed in the dummy and brought
home.
Of course Lewis and the conductor told their own story, and I was
represented as the wickedest fellow in that part of the country. All
the mischief had been done by me; and as Tommy lay writhing in agony,
my sins became as mountains in the eyes of his father. Tommy was a
saint then, and I was a demon.
I went to the side door of the mansion and rang the bell. The servant
who opened the door bestowed upon me a look of positive horror. I
inquired for Major Toppleton, and was shown into the library, where I
had so often before conferred with the great man. As I was entering the
room, Grace crossed the hall, and discovered me.
“O, Mr. Wolf! Why did you come here?” exclaimed she; “my father is
terribly incensed against you.”
“I have only done what I thought was right, Miss Grace,” I replied. “I
did not even know that Tommy was hurt, till a few moments ago.”
“Father says you were the cause of it.”
“I was not--at least, not intentionally.”
“I know you were not. Whatever happens, Mr. Wolf, we shall be friends.”
To my astonishment she extended her pretty, white hand, and I took it.
It was her good by to me.
“I know you would not do any wrong, Mr. Wolf,” she continued; “and I
wish Tommy was like you.”
She gently shook my hand, and left the room. Whatever her father
thought, she understood the situation without any explanation. She had
hardly left the room before her father came in. He looked ugly and
remorseless, as he had never before been to me.
“Have you the impudence to come here, after what has happened, Wolf?”
said he, with a heavy frown.
“I hope you will not consider it impudence, sir. I did not know that
Tommy was hurt till a little while ago,” I replied, as meekly as the
occasion required. “I am very sorry indeed that anything has happened.”
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Wolf!”
“I am not, sir; I am truly sorry that Tommy was hurt.”
“You are the cause of all this; and if you had broken his leg yourself,
you would not have been more to blame.”
“You have always been very kind to me, and you cannot understand the
matter, or you would not say that.”
“I understand it very well. I think, after all I have done for you,
I had a right to expect something better from you. You insisted upon
crossing and vexing Tommy.”
“He was very unreasonable, and I could not submit any longer. I paid my
fare in the cars, and there was no other way for me to get home.”
“That’s enough. You needn’t attempt to explain it. Perhaps Tommy was
wrong; I don’t say that he was not. But it was not for you to make
trouble.”
“I don’t think I made it, sir.”
“I think you did. No more words. You have abused my good nature. I
don’t want to see you again. You and your father are both discharged,
and the sooner you leave Middleport, the better you will suit me.”
I afterwards ascertained that Tommy had insisted, even in the midst
of his agony, that my father and I should be immediately discharged.
Grace told me this when I met her on the lake a few weeks later in the
season. She said it to defend her father, who, arbitrary as he was, had
some well-defined ideas of justice.
I took my cap and left the house, after an attempt to declare that I
felt no ill-will towards the major, who, however, would not permit
me to finish the sentence. The catastrophe had come. The hint that
the sooner our family left Middleport, the better it would suit the
magnate, seemed to indicate an intention on his part to drive us out
of the town. When I reached home, I found my father there. The mandate
dismissing him had already been sent to him. We talked the matter over
for a time; and while we both regretted Tommy’s misfortune, we agreed
that it would be better for both of us to work for half the wages we
had been receiving, rather than be the slaves of the little magnate.
For my own part, I felt that I had borne enough from Tommy. I was
willing to be tried on the facts of the case, for I think no one will
say that I ought to have submitted to being put out of the cars, after
I had paid my fare, just to gratify the petty malice of the little
tyrant. I had done my duty faithfully, even while the president of the
Lake Shore Railroad had been willing to sacrifice the interest of the
concern for the sake of ruining me.
In the afternoon, when it was time for the train to arrive from Ucayga,
I went to the station. The Lightning Express had not appeared, and it
did not come till half an hour behind time. In spite of his sufferings,
Tommy still felt an interest in the outside world, and insisted that
Lewis Holgate should have the locomotive. His father could not deny his
request, though he knew that Lewis was incompetent. The engineer, whom
the major had engaged, refused to serve as fireman under a boy, and the
steamboat hand was retained in this position. The trains east and west
had waited that day for the Lightning Express, or the passengers would
have been compelled to lie over.
The next day, Lewis did a little better; but in the course of the week
he was behind time twice; and once the conductors on the other lines
refused to wait. But Tommy obstinately declined to permit his friend
to be superseded by the experienced engineer who ran the dummy. Lewis
declared that it was not his fault that the train was behind time; but
I knew that he was lacking in judgment. He did not understand when to
ease off the machine and when to crowd on the steam. He had no talent
or fitness for his occupation.
I had made up my mind not to apply to Colonel Wimpleton for any
situation. If he wished to employ me, and to redeem some of his large
promises, he knew that I was out of a situation, and he could send for
me. I did not mean to begin by cringing to him. I suppose, after the
first impulses of gratitude subsided, some of the old feeling of malice
towards me came back to him. It is very likely that Waddie, who had
never forgiven me for deranging his plans, during the battle on the
Horse Shoe, by recapturing Tommy, had some influence with his father.
Whatever the reason was, I was not sent for. Father and I worked in
the garden, where there was enough for both of us to do. He had money
enough on hand, our joint earnings, to support the family for some
months. We were both of the opinion that it was not prudent to apply to
Colonel Wimpleton for situations. If he wanted us, he must come for us.
While we were thus waiting for “something to turn up,” the Ucayga, the
new Centreport steamer, arrived. She was certainly a magnificent boat,
surpassing all the ideas I had ever formed of a floating palace. I
went over to see her, and I could not but realize that she would be a
formidable rival of the Lightning Express, even if she did require half
an hour longer to make the trip. On her passage down the lake, she had
made sixteen miles an hour without pressing; but as half her freight
and passengers depended upon Ruoara, she was to be allowed an hour and
three quarters for the trip, against an hour and a quarter required to
make the passage by the Lake Shore Railroad.
Flaming posters about the streets of Centreport announced that the
Ucayga would leave at quarter past eight, and connect with the
trains east and west at the foot of the lake. It all looked very
pretty, but the battle was yet to be fought. The competition was for
through-passengers. When the boats from Hitaca reached Centreport twice
each day, the question with travellers was to be, whether they would
go to Ucayga by the new steamer or by the railroad. The boats from up
the lake usually arrived at quarter past eight and quarter past two,
allowing fifteen minutes at Centreport, and fifteen more to land their
passengers at Middleport. If the Ucayga could get off on time, she
was safe enough on her connections. It was a question of minutes and
seconds on which the success of the steamboat enterprise depended.
But of the hard-fought battle which ensued, I shall speak in another
story--“On Time.”
Everybody in Centreport and Middleport was excited over the impending
contest, for it was still a battle between the two sides of the lake.
Major Toppleton professed to be entirely confident of the result,
and mysteriously hinted at resources for winning the race which had
not yet been developed. The Ucayga made her first trip crowded with
passengers, while the Lightning Express train was comparatively
deserted. Still the major was confident, declaring that “a new broom
sweeps clean,” but the passengers would soon return to the railroad,
especially during the approaching winter, when the steamer was liable
to be troubled with ice in the lower part of the lake.
But a shadow soon came over the dream of Colonel Wimpleton, who boasted
grandiloquently over his success. The up-lake boats began to be
regularly ten minutes late; and one day, in spite of all the crowding
done on board of the Ucayga, she missed her connections. Then she did
it again, and again, and people would not trust her. Steamer stock went
down. As Major Toppleton’s hopes rose, Colonel Wimpleton’s fell. It was
plain enough now that the major required the Hitaca boats to be ten
minutes late. The colonel swore terribly when he realized the nature of
the trick.
As my connection with the Lightning Express had ceased, it would not
be proper for me to remain any longer under that flag; and I must take
leave of the Lake Shore Railroad for the present, to forage in a new
field.
About the time the Ucayga arrived at Centreport, Tommy Toppleton was
able to leave the house on crutches. The only word the major had spoken
to me since our interview in his mansion, was to tell me that I had
lamed his son for life. I did not believe this, and it was a great
satisfaction for me to hear the doctor say that Tommy’s leg would be as
good as ever in a few weeks. I hoped his sufferings would do him good,
and do something to modify his arbitrary character.
I need hardly say that the rival Academies were still rivals. Neither
was satisfied with the result of the battles on the Horse Shoe, and
each was thirsting for an opportunity to overwhelm the other. I could
not justify myself for giving the details of this miserable warfare, if
it were not for contrasting it with the glorious peace and fraternity
which grew out of it.
Tommy was, perhaps, as unpopular as ever; but his misfortune, if it
did not excite the sympathy of the Toppletonians, prevented them from
manifesting their feelings in a mutiny, as they intended, at my
discharge. I am happy to say that I stood first rate with the students
on the Middleport side, when Tommy and his father had done their worst;
but the mutiny came at last, when Tommy’s tyranny could be no longer
endured. I was satisfied. I shall always remember with pleasure most
of my experience on the Lake Shore Railroad, and especially on the
LIGHTNING EXPRESS.
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PALACE AND COTTAGE; or, Young America in France and Switzerland. $1.50
“This volume relates the history of the American Squadron (_Young
America_ and _Josephine_) in the waters of France, with the journey
of the students to Paris and through a portion of Switzerland. As
an episode, the story of the runaway cruise of the Josephine is
introduced, inculcating the moral that ‘the way of the transgressor is
hard.’”
DOWN THE RHINE; or, Young America in Germany. $1.50.
This volume concludes the first series of Young America, and is as
interesting and instructive as the preceding volumes. So great has
been the success of this series, that Oliver Optic is now preparing
a second. “Up the Baltic” will be the first volume, to be followed
by “Northern Lands,” “Vine and Olive,” “Sunny Shores,” “Cross and
Crescent” and “Isles of the Sea.”
Sold by all book-sellers and news-dealers, and sent by mail on receipt
of price.
LEE & SHEPARD, Publishers, Boston.
Transcriber’s Notes
• Italic represented with _underscores_.
• Small Capitals converted to ALL CAPS.
• Illustrations relocated close to related content.
• Obvious typographic errors silently corrected.
• Archaic spellings kept as in the original.