erintendent, who stood on the
rear platform, caught the man by the collar and hauled him up the steps.

The train, from the tank to the tail-lights, was crammed full of
passenger-people going home or away to spend Christmas. Over in front
the express and baggage cars were piled full of baggage, bundles, boxes,
trinkets, and toys, each intended to make some heart happier on the
morrow, for it was Christmas Eve. It was to see that these passengers
and their precious freight, already a day late, got through that the
Superintendent was leaving his own fireside to go over the road.

The snow came swirling across the plain, cold and wet, pasting the
window and blurring the headlight on the black locomotive that was
climbing laboriously over the kinks and curves of a new track. Here and
there, in sheltered wimples, bands of buffalo were bunched to shield
them from the storm. Now and then an antelope left the rail or a lone
coyote crouched in the shadow of a telegraph-pole as the dim headlight
swept the right of way. At each stop the Superintendent would jump down,
look about, and swing onto the rear car as the train pulled out again.
At one time he found that his seat had been taken, also his overcoat,
which had been left hanging over the back. The thief was discovered on
the blind baggage and turned over to the "city marshal" at the next
stop.

Upon entering the train again, the Superintendent went forward to find a
seat in the express car. It was near midnight now. They were coming into
a settlement and passing through prosperous new towns that were building
up near the end of the division. Near the door the messenger had set a
little green Christmas tree, and grouped about it were a red sled, a
doll-carriage, some toys, and a few parcels. If the blond doll in the
little toy carriage toppled over, the messenger would set it up again;
and when passing freight out he was careful not to knock a twig from
the tree. So intent was he upon the task of taking care of this
particular shipment that he had forgotten the Superintendent, and
started and almost stared at him when he shouted the observation that
the messenger was a little late with his tree.

"'Tain't mine," he said sadly, shaking his head. "B'longs to the fellow
't swiped your coat."

"No!" exclaimed the Superintendent, as he went over to look at the toys.

"If he'd only asked me," said the messenger, more to himself than to the
Superintendent, "he could 'a' had min