The Ne'er-Do-Well by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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page 174 of 526 (33%)
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"I suppose it was in my blood. We kids stole the lumber for a
track, and I got a hand-car from dad. We formed a close corporation, and, when another boy wanted to join, we made him go forth and steal enough boards to extend the line. We finally had nearly two miles, altogether, with switches, sidings, yards, and everything; then the fences in that neighborhood gave out. It was a gravity road--yes, there was extreme gravity in every department--we'd push the car up and ride down. We had a telephone system and semaphores, and ran on orders just like a real train. Grown people heard about it, and paid us five cents a ride, so we began to declare dividends every Saturday. Oh, it was a great success. We had a complete organization, too; president, directors, conductors, section-hands--the section-hands did all the work and rode between times." "What happened to it?" "One day we ran into a cow and broke the vice-president's leg. The board of directors also had his ear cut, and the indignant neighbors began to reclaim their fences. We lost a mile of track in one afternoon, and father decided it would be better for me to go to boarding-school. It was safer." "I'll warrant you learned the rudiments of railroading, just the same." "I learned everything," Kirk announced, decisively. "Unfortunately, the P.R.R. has a president, so we can't start you in where you left off." |
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