Show Pal fhe Hero Loud and heavy was the ruar of the “fast mail’ as it sped on thn u jli the dark wet night toward the little station of Alma One long blast of the whistle rang out upon the midnight air — a signal that the train was coming to a halt That long piercing sound was of little consequence to - the operator who sat leisurely Tr- a warm fire He knew full well that Xo 6 always took water there lut to Pat Car-th- y the tramp who stood shivering by the water tank it meant more a new home perhaps at least a new “place for his hat” It was a long time since he had ridden even on a slow freight to say nothing of a "fast mail” Put Pat’s irind was made up Yes even more his “Irish” was up also He would stay at Alma no longer to suffer the sneering insults 'of the operator who had kicked him out of the waiting room into the cold As the engine steamed slowly up to the water tank Pat knew that his chance was near at hand “Xow for it!” he exclaimed to himself “I must act purty slick Oh there! I see If that fireman drops off I'll drop on and then — then I’ll sta |