way forward as quickly as possible. I reached the back platform of the tender, and there stood Kroller upon the engine-board, his hat and coat off, his long black hair floating wildly in the wind, his shirt unbuttoned at the front, his sleeves rolled up, with a pistol in his teeth, and thus glaring upon the fireman, who lay motionless upon the fuel. The furnace was stuffed till the very latch of the door was redhot, and the whole engine was quivering and swaying as though it would shiver to pieces. 15. "Kroller! Kroller!" I cried, at the top of my voice. The crazy engineer started, and caught the pistol in his hand. Oh, how those great black eyes glared, and how ghastly and frightful the face looked! "Ha! ha! ha!" he yelled demoniacally, glaring upon me like a roused lion. "They said that I could not make it! But see! see! See my new power! See my new engine! I made it, and they are jealous of me! I made it, and when it was done, they stole it from me. But I have found it! For years I have been wandering in search of my great engine, and they said it was not made. But I have found it! I knew it this morning when I saw it at Dantzic, and I was deterImined to have it. And I've got it! Ho! ho! ho! we're on the way to the moon, I say! We'll be in the moon in four-and-twenty hours. Down, down, villain! If you move, I'll shoot you." This was spoken to the poor fireman, who at that moment attempted to rise, and the frightened man sank back again. 16. "Here's Little Oscue just before us," cried out one of the guard. But even as he spoke, the buildings were at hand. A sickening sensation settled upon my heart, for I supposed that we were now gone. The houses flew by like lightning. I knew if the officers here had turned the switch as usual, we should be hurled into eternity in one fearful crash. I saw a flash,—it was another engine,-I closed my eyes; but still we thundered on! The officers had seen our (5.-15.) speed, and knowing that we would not be able to stop, in that distance, they had changed the switch, so that we went forward. 17. But there was sure death ahead, if we did not stop. Only fifteen miles from us was the town of Schwetz, on the Vistula; and at the rate we were going we should be there in a few minutes, for each minute carried us over a mile. The shrieks of the passengers now rose above the crash of the rails, and more terrific than all else arose the demoniac yells of the mad engineer. "Merciful heavens!" gasped the guardsman, "there's not a moment to lose; Schwetz is close. But hold," he added; "let's shoot him." 18. At that moment a tall, stout German student came over the platform where we stood, and we saw that the madman had his heavy pistol aimed at us. He grasped a huge stick of wood, and, with a steadiness of nerve which I could not have commanded, he hurled it with such force and precision that he knocked the pistol from the maniac's hand. I saw the movement, and on the instant that the pistol fell, I sprang forward, and the German followed me. I grasped the man by the arm; but I should have been nothing in his mad power, had I been alone. He would have hurled me from the platform, had not the student at that moment struck him upon the head with a stick of wood, which he caught as he came over the tender. 19. Kroller settled down like a dead man, and on the next instant I shut off the steam and opened the valve. As the free steam shrieked and howled in its escape, the speed began to decrease, and in a few minutes more the danger was passed. As I settled back, entirely overcome by the wild emotions that had raged within me, we began to turn the river; and before I was fairly recovered, the fireman had stopped the train in the station-house at Schwetz. 20. Martin Kroller, still insensible, was taken from the platform; and, as we carried him to the guard-room, one of the guard recognized him, and told us that he had been there about two weeks before. "He came," said the guard, "and swore that an engine which stood near by was his. He said it was one he had made to go to the moon in, and that it had been stolen from him. We sent for more help to arrest him, and he fled." "Well," I replied, with a shudder, "I wish he had approached me in the same way; but he was more cautious at Dantzic." At Schwartz we found an engineer to run the engine to Bromberg; and having taken out the Western mail for the next Northern mail to carry along, we saw that Kroller would be properly attended to, and then started on. 21. The rest of the trip we ran in safety, though I could see the passengers were not wholly at ease, and would not be until they were entirely clear of the railway. Martin Kroller remained insensible from the effects of the blow nearly two weeks; and when he recovered from that, he was sound again; his insanity was all gone. I saw him about three weeks afterward, but he had no recollection of me. He remembered nothing of the past year, not even his mad freak on my engine. But I remembered it, and I remember it still; and the people need never fear that I shall be imposed upon again by a crazy engineer. DEFINITIONS.-2. Com'pe-tent, fit, qualified. 4. Junet'ūre, point of time, crisis. Re-mon'strāte, to present strong reasons against any course of proceedings. 7. Apt'ness, fitness, suitableness. 8. Compöşed', calm. 11. Ap-pre-hěnd', to entertain suspicion or fear of. 14. Těn ́der, a car attached to a locomotive to supply it with fuel and water. 18. Pre-çiş'ion (pro. pre-sĭzh ́un), accuracy, exactness. NOTE. This incident is said to have taken place on the railway following the valley of the Vistula River, in Prussia, from Dantzic to Bromberg. The cities mentioned are all in Prussia, excepting Stockholm, which is the capital of Sweden. LXX. THE HERITAGE. James Russell Lowell (b. 1819, d. 1891) was born in Cambridge, Mass., and is a graduate of Harvard College. He entered the profession of law; but, in 1843, turned aside to publish "The Pioneer, a Literary and Critical Magazine." In 1855 he was appointed professor of Belles-lettres in Harvard College. From 1877 to 1885 he was U. S. Minister, first to Spain, afterwards to Great Britain. Lowell's powers as a writer were very versatile, and his poems range from the most dreamy and imaginative to the most trenchant and witty. Among his most noted poetical works are "The Biglow Papers," "The Fable for Critics," "The Vision of Sir Launfal," "The Cathedral," and "The Legend of Brittany;" while "Conversations on some of the Old Poets," "Among my Books," and "My Study Windows," place him in the front rank as an essayist. 1. THE rich man's son inherits lands, And piles of brick, and stone, and gold, And tender flesh that fears the cold, 2. The rich man's son inherits cares; The bank may break, the factory burn, 3. The rich man's son inherits wants, His stomach craves for dainty fare; Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare, A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. 4. What doth the poor man's son inherit? A king might wish to hold in fee. 5. What doth the poor man's son inherit? 6. What doth the poor man's son inherit? To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. 7. O rich man's son! there is a toil That with all others level stands; Large charity doth never soil, But only whiten, soft, white hands,This is the best crop from thy lands; A heritage, it seems to be Worth being rich to hold in fee. 8. O poor man's son! scorn not thy state; There is worse weariness than thine In merely being rich and great: |