Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 August 1892 — RESCUED BY A FIREMAN. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

RESCUED BY A FIREMAN.

Climb* Down on the rilot of Hl» ling-ln. and Llrtj a Child from the Track. At 10 o’clock yesterday forenoon 3-year-old Willie Fender, whose

mother was mixing bread around the coiner on Chestnut street, Englewood, wandered upon the tracks of the Chicago and Eastern Illinois Road. The little one was gazing at two boys

across the way who were attempting to fly a kite. Down the track train No. 26 was just pulling out of the Englewood Station and was getting under full headway when the engineer saw the child. A blast from the whistle, a screaming of compressed air, the thunder of escaping

steam, and the grinding of the great drivers as they spun backward on veneers of sand startled the passengers, and a hundred heads popped out of the windows. The little one stood been the rails unmoved, its eyes fastened upon the kite that fluttered and fell among the tangle of telegraph wire. Fireman Enright, sitting on his side of the cab, saw. the danger. Without hesitation he sprang through the window that opens at the side of the boiler and ran along the narrow footboard, jumped down on the brass covering of the cylinder-head, swung down under the monster front of the boiler, swiftly sped across the pilot, and slid down until his feet rested upon a narrow ledge at the bottom. Then with his left hand grasping the drawhead he stooped well forward. They were on the child, and its frightened eyes met the determined face of the fireman. With a vigorous lift and push the baby boy was thrown into the soft sand outside the rails. The wheels stopped a dozen feet beyond. Engineer Charles Shuneman reached his oily band across in front of the tubes and pipes and registers at the end of the boiler, and he trembled violently as he held the grimy hand of his fireman. “He’s all right,” said he And turned away to attend to his levers. Trainmaster F. L. Corwin, Conductor M. E. Burke, Supplyman L. D. Knapp and Brakeman W. J. Huber all ran forward. Trainmaster Corwin picked the child up, expecting to find It cut and bleeding, for no one except the engineer had seen the rescue. Then the engineer dropped down from his cab and told the story. A great crowd quickly collected. No one knew where the rescued infant belonged. The boys across the way stopped pulling at their kite-strings and joined the crowd. One little fellow elbowed his way through, and, when he saw the gingham dress and heard the lusty yells, broke forth in a clamor that drowned the efforts of his brother, for it was “Jimmie” Fender, little Willie’s brother. • Then a woman, her hands all flour, came hurrying into the alley. Her face was whiter than her hands. Into her arms they placed her baby unharmed, and as she hushed Its cries she listened to the story of its rescue. A violent shaking of the body and tears streaming down from her eyes was all the acknowledgment she could make.—Chicago Daily News Record.

JOHN ENRIGHT.

FIREMAN ENRIGHT SAVES THE CHILD.