Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-26
THE LUNGJOURNEY.
BY DEPOT CLOCK.

She came into the depot with her hands
full of daisies, pure white daisies, that
fairly brought with them Whit of the
fresh country air. A knot of them was
pinned at her throat, and a garland of
them twined round the coquettish little
shutdown hat which only half hid sweet
face that looked for all the world like a
daisy, too. A tall young man was with
her, and the two were laughing and talk
ing, seeming to enjoy themselves so
heartily that felt an envious thrill pass
ever me.
They came and sat down just under
me, and heard him whisper: -..
"Ettie, you are going away to be gone
four long weeks. Mind you don't forget
it."
90, Harry, what al ideal" and her sill
very laugh rang out.
know that dread this parting? dream
ed last night that YOU had gone off on
long journey never to come back again,
and l was, o, so lonely
The tender blue eyes dropped, ard
deep blush dyeb her peach-colored
cheeks.
$50 you'd miss me, Harry?" she whis-
pered. "I'm so glad, for couldn't for
get you; no, not even in eternity"
"God bless you for those words, Ettie,"
he said, huskily.
Passengers for trains going north !"
shouted Simons, sticking his head in at
the depot door.
He snatched her travelling bag, and
they followed the crowd out. I looked
through the window, and, as he helped
her aboard the train, saw her smile
and hand him one Of her daisies, which
he pinned carefully on the button-hole
of his coat after the train was out of sight,
and then went away whistling love tune.
X y K
1t came fashieg over the wires--"Hor-
rible accident? Train going north collided
with the B. Express! Send help!'
There was great CONSERVATION and
rushing to and fro. Anxious friends
gathered in crowds at the depot to re-
ceive the news from the scene of disaster.
Some were weeping and wringing their
hands wildly. Some were walking up
and down the platform impatiently, and
some were conversing together in low
tones. Conspicuous among them all I
saw Harry's tall form. He was standing
silent and still, but with such a look Of
agony on his honest face. knew he was
waiting to hear from Elite. He still
wo1e the white daisy she had given him.
It hadn't begun to wither yet
How the hours dragged! I felt Just as
if must go faster; I skipped five min,
this won't bring them any quicker, and
stopped dead still for the next five.
At last I heard faint whistle.
"That's the fire bug" said Simons to
the ticket agent who was standing near.
understood inst ntly it was the loco
motive that had been sent up. We should
soon know the worst. Harry heard the
whistle, too, for I noticed him tremble
| and shut his white Ii ps closer together.
Slowly she came in, bearing her burden
of dead and wounded. saw them lifted
one by one from the cars. I heard t. e
sobs and grams of the friends, and the
cries Of Joy when one came forth unhurt
Harry tried to force his way into the
car.
"Stand back!" said the official. ''You
cannot enter. Wait your turn"
"He drew back.
They lifted an old woman out; and
them tried to cover my face with my
hands, but they would not shut out the
sight-a stained white robe, a crushed
shutdown hat, with solid blue ribbons
and daisies at her breast-the pure dais-
les that lifted their white heads toward
heaven that morning, now all covered
with blood, red with blood, and the
sweet white daisy face silent and cold.
Ho saw her.
80, Ethel" he shrieked, and rushed
forward. But though he kissed her
white lips again and again, though he
held her limp little hands close in his
own, though he called her all the sweet
pet names she used to know and love,
she never once needed. All! she had
gone out on the long journey!