The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-07-31
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Liquor did 1t all. Tom Jones, the
engineer, who, though known to be
Irregular drinker, was still, considered
trustworthy, had taken the train out
of st. A. all right as far as anybody
knew, but whether he had drank an
extra glass, and got crazy drunk, or
whether he had q touch of the delrlum
tremens that night, nobody could ever
tell. lie and his fireman were both
dead, poor fellows. 1t was only known
that he had rushed the train through at
full speed, disregarding all signals
from the conductor, and stopping at no
station. But as fer the thirty odd miles,
from st. A. to NJ, there was none but
small stations where the express stop
ped only when signaled. think no one
suspected any harm until they reached
NJ, where they should have stopped,
and from there to destruction had been
only brief ten minutes ride.
There were half a dozen killed and
wounded on the express on mine, one
of the brakemen was badly hurt, and
Brooks Vane could not be found.
Can't be found, man," l said to
my informant" what do you mean ?"
"Thats what mean, sir. The men
on your train have searched every
where, and they can't find trace Of
him, evon."
1t was odd, to say the least. 1t was
now Groad daylight, and l could not
conceive how any search should have
failed to find him. got up, lame and
sore, but still able to move about, and
went out.
Tho hpnca prIx n liftla uyo W from
the scene of the accident. The dead
and wounded had been removed, and
men were busy removing the derbis
and clearing the track. The express
train was very heavy one, and mine,
though freight, comparatively light,
since / had but few cars. My engine,
had been thrown completely from the
track, over the low bank, into a wet,
marshy meadow lying alongside the
road, The smokestack was half buried
in the mud. walked around it care
fully, but there was no sign of my un-
fortunate fireman. l looked for him
as long as was able, and then went
| back to the house, from whence
l dispatched the farmers son to b.,
with teegraphic message, to be sent
to my wife, apprising her of my safe
ty, and begging to see that all knowl-
edge of tie accident was kept from
poor Vane's wife, and directed him to
wait for reply.
lie returned in the afternoon with a
message from my wife:
Viola says BOOKS body is buried IN the
marsh, under tn smokestack 0f the AmosSeag'
Search for II there EMMA DEANE'
| Viola was Brooks wife. l was con-
founded. i had not intimated to my
wife that the body was missing, though,
, of course, she knew from the wording
of my dispatch that he must be dead
or badly hurt. j knew that an account
of the accident had been telegraphed
| to N, but / doubted If this fact had
been mentioned. However it was evil
! dent that they knew it but how Mrs.
| Vane should know more than that,
could not understand.
! l walked out again to the place
where the engine lay. Men were al
ready at work with derrick trying to
raise it, 1t was many hours before
their efforts were successful. When at
last they accomplished their task, un-
der the smokestack was found the body
of Brooks Vane
|
were at his funeral, aud you know how
hard his poor wife took his loss, and
how she faded and pined, and ere long
followed him with her babe to the
"farther Shore"
The little have to tell you, Is the
reason my wife sent that mysterious
telegram. All that night on which
the accident happe ned, Mrs. Vane lay
i'll half stupor-my wife was sitting
up with her rOusing but once between
three and four in the morning-Just
about the time her husband must have
been killed, when she started up with
a shrek that rang through the house
crying:
so Brooks Brooks ! don't go;"
and then she fell back moaning "dead,
Dead" AMI seemed to realize nothing
more.
No one, then, knew anything of the
accident; but when the news came,
not long after, every precauton was
used to keep it from her. 1T was not
until just before my telegram had been
received, that she seemed to evince any
consciousness of what was passing
around her. At that time she opened
her eyes calmly, looking steadily into
the face of my wife, who sat beside her,
and speaking in low even tones
They can't find my husband, Mrs.
Dean. Telegraph to Mr.. Deane to
have them look in the marsh, under tie
smokestack of the Amoskeag : they
will find him there"
She didn't speak again all day. How
she knew her husband was dead or
where he was, cannot tell.
There are stranger things In heaven and earth.
HorauO,
Than are dreamed Of IN your philosophy.p