The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1866-11-01


with the two together" NtaA Il
said, I'm get through 1t somehow,
and 10. shall never talk to me again."
After all IL was easy enough. y reel0d
as Iispoke. heard the signal. We
were on. as.a a5yaz tsat@ feass&
Five hours from Il. to ID; Ave hours
back. Ii On the last should be myself
again, knew now. saw . rcd flutter,
and never guessed what Il WA until We
were past the down train at wr0Ag
place.. Two minutes more and wesh0uA
have had . collision. Somebody told
me. l laughed. I heard him cay ~
"Of course, Nj. Guelden, yes know
what you are aboutf" .S5 ia
whether / should 20 slower Or fhster. 1
did something, and the cars rushed on
at q fearful rate. lg aslf "aETE 
The same man who had spoken to me
before was standing near me- hoard
SAme question. paI VI h9yI. q. st's
RRow many miles an hour were ~
ling7 l didn't know,
k1fla, At<le, Iatslei a Z sIs SsSing
~ - alaeken The sp4ed of the Sen
Ff&6c1eco. ] could mot re0omber what
should do. Was It this o. that?
Faster only faster. ! was playing with
the engine IKE child. ~1fi4A 1@.~41
, Suddenly there IVES . horrible sosr--s
crnsh; / was nuHg souAswhere.T was
into the waiter. BY miracle was
only soberod, not hurt 1 gained the
shore. Istocd upon the gronHd bstwesn
the track and the river's edge and there
The engine was In fragments, the cas
in splintcn; dead anddying and wound
ed weEo strewn asound-mcnan and women
and childrcn-Cld age and tender youth.
There were groans and shrieks OF des-
pair. The MANNED cried out in pain !;
the uniniured bewaiied their dead and
q voice, unheard by any other, was in
my ear, whispering "Murderer!"
The news had gone back to A., and
people came throngingg down to find
their friends. The dead were stretched
on the grass. I went with some of the
distracted to find their lost ones. Search
ing for an old mans daughter, I came to
place under the trees, and five bodies
were lying there in all their rigid horror
Ian old woman, = young one, . baby
and two tiny childlep. 1t was fancy--it
was pure 6ncy, born of my anguish.
they we're my old mother, my wife, my
children! all cold and dead.
How did they come on the train
What chance had brought this about ?
No one could answer. II grOaned,
screamed, clasped my hands, / tore my
hair. I gazed on the good old face of
her who had given me birth, on the
lovely features of my wife, on the inno-
cent children. called them by name :,
there was no answer. There never
could be-never would be, And as l
comprchended this, onward up the track
thundered another train. Its red eye
glared on me; flung myself before it !;
I felt it crush me to atoms!
His head is extremely hot" said
somebody.
opened my eyes and saw my wife.
How do you feel" she said IN little
was SO rejoiced and so astonished by
the sight of her, that could not speak
at first. She repeated the question.
~ must be crushed to pieces,' said /,
"for the train went over me but / feel
no pain.'
There he goes about the train again" !"
said my wife. "Whyl Ned"
tried to move-there was nothing
the matter with me; ]. sat up. was in
my own room opposite me q crib In
which two children were asleep, besides
lAc q OAuy O0Au OuOy AS0bs NAy. sAS ssASA
children were safe! Was Idslirious, or
could it be?
"Jo.," cried I, "tell me what has hap
pened?
"It's nine O'clock" said 10. You
came home in such dreadful state from
the club that couldn't wake you. You
weren't fit to manage steam and risk
peoples lives. The San Francisco is
half way to A., I suppose, and you have
been frightening me to death with your
dreadful talk" ,E
And 10. began to cry.
It was dream-Only an awful dream.
But had lived through II - though II
were reality.
IT'S there Bible in the house, 10. ?''
said /. -
"Are we heathens?" said 10.
''Give 1t to me this moment, Jo."
She brought 1t, and put my hand on
it and took an oath Ito solemn 10 be re.
peated herel that what had happened
4 never should occur again. II never has
And ifthe San Francisco ever comes t.
grief, the verdict will not be, - 1t ought
to be SO often-the engineer scQs drunk