The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1876-07-27

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A RARE INcIDENr.-Stanwood
was the scene of quite an episode
last Saturday evening. Everybody
wondered, some thirty minutes after
the western bound express train had
passed, to see it slowly backing to-
ward the depot, while the platforms
and windows were filed with anxious
looking faces. Joining the crowd
that ran to read the riddle, We soon
learned the circumstances to have
been, in the order of happening,
something as follows:
A tired mother, who in charge OF
child some eighteen months or two
years of age was making long jour
ney alone, dropped asleep in her seat
by the window, while the little one
leaned from her lap over the sill,
further and further, until out it went
just as the train had nearly gained its
full speed after leaving the depot.
How this could have happened I'M
noticed by any one in the coach is
puzzle; but happen it did, and on
went the train until just as it was
nearing Mechanicsville the mother
awoke to find her baby missing. She
was at once thrown into an agony Of
fright which only increased when
search through the cars proved that
the child was not on board. By the
time conviction was enforced that it
must have fallen from the window,
everyone on the train had become
informed Of the situation, and the
touch of common humanity which
makes kindred of us all surrounded
the now nearly crazed parent with
whatever heartfelt sympathy could
offer, while others joined the railroad
officials on the platforms, or lent their
eyes from the windows to the anxious
scanning Of each foot OF advancing
ground as the train moved slowly
back ward--sustained suspense mean
while lengthening the seconds into
minutes and the minutes into hours
as no answer came to the question
every mind was asking itself.
At Stanwood, soon after the pas
sage Of the train, a Mr.. Walters COM
ing along the track from supper,
when just west of the switch connec-
tons heard a baby crying and, ap-
preaching the spot, found sitting in a
mass of tall and tangled mayweed,
(vho now says "dog -fennel' is worth
less, little frightened child. He
thought it came from some of the
houses on the south side OF the track !,
and took it over there, but fond no
claimant and it was not until the train
was seen returning as described that
anyone surmised the truth in the
matter. 1t was at this juncture that
the curiosity-impelled company from
all about town arrived on the plat
form. Mr.. Walters stood holding the
baby, which was but slightly bruised
ON the forehead--its fright being by
this time only attes.ed by fearful
eyes and long drawn breaths, each of
which carried little sob. Nearer
and nearer came the train, the eager
countenances it brought slowly into
view expressing the strange unccr-
tain:y whether the next scene was to
be the mourning of a mother over a
mangled corpse, or the joyful en-
brace of her unframed darling. The
hush of expectancy was broken when
Conductor Bangs shouted from the
depot platform, "The child is here
and safe;" and before the acclama.
tion with which this was greeted had
died away, the tram came 10 stand
still, woman sprang from one OF the
forward coaches and flew to grasT
and smother with kisses the bit o
humanity, which, all unconscious 0
its peril and escape, was only gla'
again to reach the well known haver
of its mothers arms. And as tn,
train again resumed its western way
the windows revealed panorama O
relaxed and smiling faces.