Show MARK MURPHYS LAST RUN KUN BY WM T SHAFFER editor of 0 the uinta chieftain Chit Vain the express train was vas late in arriving the tempest had held it back the wind was howling and driving and packing snow on du the track shades ot of the night were gathing an 1 I 1 the storm rose wild ahead when all aboard camo came the warning the 0 P la in irai waiting ting etwas said then mark murphy feten oed to his station in of the s and the drivers responded in motion As aa he h opened the throttle valve wide serene at his old post of duty to which he was always so true me his heart bore a reflex of bearty of loved ones waiting he know knew the canons soon he would pass and the light of his home would fee see the wife of his bosom caress with children share greetings of glee As the train moved out of the station it t gathered steam very i ery fast the wheels made rapid rotation As out of the village it passed men watched from the hotel veranda till the view was lost in the storm then the dining hall being quite handy bandy went in where cozy and warm A feeling of peace and contentment stole oer us by the fires ares ruddy light and nane of us there had presentment of the horror just joist out iu iii the night but who is it comes up the railway with a lantern he hurries along now he stops in the hallway hall ball way surely theres something gone wrong what is the stry story hes t telling elling that makes the men hold their breath wherever he be speaks ILI all I 1 the laughing Is changed to the stillness silliness of death the train is wrecked at the junction only a mile or two down the cars can are piled up in confusion were needing help from the town out in the storm and the dark men ran to the almy switch we were thinking of engineer mark and hoped he be was not in the ditch our hope hop was of briefest duration and soon turned dark like the night As we made our burned notation by the aid of a lanterns dim light there lay the broken switch bar the engine had gone down the bank also we baggage and mail car and underneath these lay ane tank the engineer mark was missing he did not cespon J d to our call the snow on the itte n e box was hissing and the storm hovered oer oerlin lil 0 o a pall we had no need to search fargie and the glimmer of hope all sank As we found the remains of our brother resting belting peacefully under the tank oh ob I 1 merciful god why is this you have taken the best of all the question was answered in stillness yet et clear as a conscience call i the answer that came with our pardon was waa warm with the purest of love we gather our own from the garden theres a place for good men above Zv evanston auston wyoming feb 1887 |