THE ENGINE-DRIVER’S STORY.

“Sucu a fright as I had to-day,” said the Engine-driver
to his wife; “it makes me feel queer even now to think ©
of it. We were not far from Burfield, and we were three
minutes behind time, all through—but there, I ought not
to grumble at anything or anybody to-day. Well, as I
was saying, we were behind time, and I told my mate
we should have to run the next bit quickly. He said
‘All right,’ and away we went. Suddenly I saw something
white on the line in front of us. At first I thought it
-was a bundle of clothes; then it moved, and I knew it
must be a child. I tried to stop the train, and called
out to my mate, but we were going so quickly that it
seemed impossible for us to stop in time. My mate
shouted, and I shouted; then we heard an answering shout,
and a man rushed across the line in front of the engine.
What happened for a minute I don’t know. I seemed
dazed; then I heard my mate saying, ‘It’s all right,
old man, the child is safe and ‘sound.’ ~I only said,
‘That was a brave fellow,’ but I felt—well, it makes me

feel queer even now to think about it.”