The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-10-03
The Lon. Journey.

The Long Journey.
She zane into the depot with he
hands full Of daisies, pure white daisie
that fairly brought with them a whit
of the fresh country air. A knot o
them was pinned at her throat, and /,
garland of them twined round the co
quettish little shutdown hat, which onl,
half hid a sweet face, that looked fol-
all the world like a daisy, too.
A tall young man was with her, ant
the two were laughing and talking
seeming to enjoy themselves so heartily
that 1 felt an envious thrill pass ovel
me.
They came and sat down Just under
me, and 1 heard him whisper:
"Ettie. you're going away to be gone
four long weeks. Mind you don't for.
get"
"Oh, Harry, what an ideal" and hel
silvery laugh rang out. s7
"But, Ettie," he said, sadly, "do you
know l dreamed last night that you
had gone of on a long journey never to
come back again, and I was, oh, SC
lonely.n
The tender blue eyes dropped and q
deep blush dyed her peach-colored
cheeks.
$50 you'd miss me. Harry" she
whispered. "I'm glad, for / couldn't
forget you; no, not ven In eternityI''
Zoo. bless you forthose words, Elite"
he said, huskily.
Passengers for the train going
northl" shouted Simmons, sticking his
head In at the depot door.
He snatched her travelling bag, and
they followed the crowd out. 1 looked
through the window, and as he helped
her aboard the train 1 saw her smile
and hand him n of her daises, which
he pinned carefully on the button-hole
Of his coat after the train was out Of
sight, and then went away whistling
an old love tune.
n
1t came flashing over the wires
Horrible accident Train going north
collided with the B--Expressl Send
helpln
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 disas-
ter. Some were weeping and wringing
their hands wildly. Some were walk
ing up and down the platform inpatient
ly and some were conversing together
in low tones. Conspicuous among
them I saw Harry's tall form. He was
standing silent and still, but with such
a look of agony on his honest face. 1
knew he was waiting to hear from
Elite. He still wore the white daisy
she had given him. 1t hadn't begun to
wither yet.
How the hours dragged l felt as If
I skipped five minutes and struck four.
Then / thought, this won't bring them
any quicker, and stopped dead still for
the next five.
At last 1 heard a faint whistle.
THAT'S the fre-bug," said Simmons
to the ticket agent, who was standing
neal. I understood instantly it was
the locomotive that had been sent up.
We should soon know the worst. Harry
heard the whsle, too, for 1 noticed him
tremble and shut his white lips closer
together.
Slowly she came in, bearing her bur-
den of dead and wounded. I saw them
lifted one by one from the cars. !
heard the sobs and groans of the friends,
and the cries Of joy when one came
forth unhurt.
Harry tried to force his way into the
car.
"Stand backl" cried 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 crush
ed nat, with solled plue I'D
bons and the daisies at her breast--the
pure daisies 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.
He saw her.
"Oh, Ethel" he shrieked, and rush
ed forward.
But though he kissed her white lips
again and again, though lie 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!-"The Depot
Cocks Story" IN Detroit Commercial
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