The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-01-11

not goae out of the sky, and these would
have given her more than the silhouette of
Willie. She lifted up her hands and spelled.
Are you starting out TO hunt q publisher
|now7"
And Willie laughed and nodded and made
her q sign of good-by.
The pleasant stiffness of the evening fell
around her like q blessing as she went on.
FIre-iies were filing one field. as If a con-
Migration under that particular ground sent
up endless streams Of sparks. She smelled
the budding elders. and was reminded OF
tile-like bits in her past, fitted oddly to-
gether.
Martin lived but q few steps beyond the
village. She had been talking a mere mo
ment with Nancy Ellen, and had not yet en-.
tered the room where the preacher lay. when
some other reighbor came Ia with excite
ment, and said aloud. over the whispered
talk of the mourning house. that something
was wrong dow at the depot
That ex press has run into something
again." proclaimed the %neighbor, and
looks, by the way folks run, as it wasn't q
COW this time. Enough cows and pigs has
been killed Dy that railroad"
Il haven't seen the express said Mrs
HARRISON, feeling her head full of wheels.
1t was all quiet when l vas there a minute
ago"
THE express has stopped. Good reason
There's something on the track, | tell ye,'
said the neighbor.
Willie's mother was sure it could not be
Willie. He was conscious of his in6rmity,
and so cautious that she had long ceased TO
oe anxious about him. He knew the times
ut all the trains with nice exactness, also
Yet she started from the house without
speaking another word, and ran until she
reached the crowd.
The engine stood Kissing; it confronted
her with the glare of its eye, a
4 norptN 49, raDoOrzotoSa fofo raodU
to go its way with bell -claDgiDg
and all cheerful noise. no matter who had
been ground under its wheels.
The conductor was just stepping on bosrd,
for time and orders wait for nothing. The
engineer bad already climbed back TO bis
cab; he saw q running woman kDeel down
on the platform and draw the boy up from
( the boards to rest in her arms. Having seen
, much, the engineer turned away bis head
: and wept out loud; and the train moved on
) bearing pale faces that looked back ward as
iong as they could discern anything
b Mrs. HARRISON had stumbled over Willie's
bent wheel first. When she found him in
t deed laid in the midst of the crowd, she did
3 not believe it. He was not mangled. HIS
bones were sound-she felt them with a
: dercely quick hand. There was no mark
E about him excepting a dirty looking spot Oh
The temple.
e willie, she said, shaking him. "Williel
E Willie!"
"We'n have to carry him home" said he,
b husband at her side, his voice sounding far
6 off as If it came strained through some dense
medium.
She looked up, and could not understand
7 it.
{ Hes knocked senseless," che exclaimed.
L why doc sn't somebody bring wster?"
4 He never knowed what hurt him" eau
: tiously said one ~villager to another. "The
train was goin' so fast, and he come up from
among the houses onto it so fast thati it was
done in q fash"
q "And / don't never want to see no better
boy than Willie HARRISON was" responded
the other.
: But only his mother-when she bad him
D at home lying in that pomp Of death with
Q which we all shall impress beholders-could
. have pronounced the true Grafton over him
Through her dumb tragedy she wanted to
make deaf-nute signs to some intelligence
that here lay one of Natures poets, with 8
gift virgin and untarDished.
j. He had never hunted a public. His pubic
2 was the woods and sky, and his critic one
. fond woman. Not a line of unsatisfed am
bition marked his placid face. He had lived
! a humble, happy life, and sung for the sake
2 of expression. not for the sake of praise. He
had, after all, only gone IL find the best pub
Usher, and his mother could always hear him
singing In the dark"