140 The Life Worth Living 



over the tender, knocked the engineer on the 

 head, grasped the throttle and applied the 

 air brakes. The engineer had gone mad. 

 Leaning far out his window, his hair stream- 

 ing in the wind, his eyes set on the track, 

 he was muttering unintelligible words. 



Only a madman rushes forward without 

 pause. The soul that lives must have hours 

 of silence and repose. 



THE END 



