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Show DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE I 1 Bi DR. J MI s I I He was the engineer of :h" train on the New York Central which ran at top speed Into the rear couches of a train that had stopped on tho track three miles out of Schenocl idy. Among the dead was this . n;',lneer, arid when they found him hli hauls were on the throttle. What a picture of a man facing death without a Tear add dyin at his post All at once hell flashed In his ace as the Impending wreck loomed; luddenl) in ti int of him, but the tght did no! scare him. He know his luiv. And wit i a swing and a grip' he was on h b with a tenacity of purpose anu . plendld courage Which' bath could not withstand. "Death with his hand on the throttle." I am a preacher, but I should love to meet death like that, I when it comOS, What a victory to be so lost in your work, so attuned 'to your task, that when the nerves Kcl going, every sensation rings a I 1 summons to dut : 1 have an Idea that Eleaxer, King David's might) man, and this engineer engi-neer Will be boon Companions In heaven. heav-en. When Bleaser got Into action on the field of battle, we are told that "his hand clave unto the sword. ' The man grew to his blade. Man and sword were one weapon. That Is what happened to tho engineer. ills v work had become a part of him Ho wits married to his engine, he was welded to his machine. ,and death could not divide them. These timid souls who take hold glngerl) never get anywhere. These pot-metal personalities that crack and shiver to pieces at the first suggestion sugges-tion of peril are a cheap set. (Jive ns men who are ilend-game t the finish, who prefer to die in the h ii in s-, who set their teeth and are cleareyed In the blinding moment of' dl.-aster The dispatch did not give the engi-i neer's name. It merely .said thin thev found him dead with his hand oil th. throttle." Let us salute his spirit' when u reached heaven, the angels! must have sung a Ye Deum." oo |