express train gathered about the car.

"Get a docther!" shouted Burke, as the crowd closed in on them.

In a few moments a man with black whiskers, a small hand-grip, and
bicycle trousers panted up to the crowd and pushed his way to the car.

"What's up?" he asked; for he was the company's surgeon.

"Well, there's wan dead, wan dying, and we're all more or less kilt,"
said Shea, pushing the mob back to give the doctor room.

Lifting Lucien's head, the doctor held a small bottle under his nose,
and the wounded man came out. Strong, and the reporter would say
"willing hands," now lifted the car bodily from the track and put it
down on the platform near the baggage-room.

When the doctor had revived the French-Canadian and stopped the flow of
blood, he took the boss in hand. Opening the man's clothes, he searched
for the wound, but found none.

They literally stripped Kelly to the waist; but there was not a scratch
to be found upon his body. When the doctor declared it to be his opinion
that Kelly was not hurt at all, but had merely fainted, Kelly was
indignant.

Of course the whole accident (Lucien being seriously hurt) had to be
investigated, and this was the finding of the experts:--

A tin torpedo left on the rail by a flagman was exploded by the wheel of
the hand-car. A piece of tin flew up, caught Lucien in the neck, making
a nasty wound. Lucien was thrown from the car, when it jumped the track,
so violently as to render him unconscious. Kelly and Burke and Shea,
picking themselves up, one after the other, each fainted dead away at
the sight of so much blood.

Lucien revived first, took in the situation, loaded the limp bodies, and
pulled for home, and that is the true story of the awful wreck on the
Pere Marquette.

THE STORY OF AN ENGLISHMAN

A young Englishman stood watching a freight train pulling out of a new
town, over a new track. A pinch-bar, left carelessly by a section gang,
caught in the cylinder-cock rigging and tore it off.

Swearing softly, the driver climbed down and began the nasty work of
disconnecting the disabled machinery. He was not a machinist. Not all
engine-drivers can put a locomotive together. In fact the best runners
are just runners. The Englishman stood by and, when he saw the man
fumble his wrench, offered a hand. The driver, with some hesitation,
gave him the tools, and in a few minutes the crippled rigging was taken
down, nuts replaced, and the rigging passed b