The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-11-23
A PATHETIC DEATH-BED.

the moment he pulled out of the Lake Shore depot in Chicago writes Wm H. Maher in the Toledo Blade. This had made him unusually careful but he reached Sherman's Crossing a little behind time, he began to lose he fear; he opened the throttle of old 90, intending to gain few minutes In the remaining eight miles between there and Toledo. He started to signal for the crossing, just this side of the trees, when, horror he saw a farmer driving furiousy toward 1t as If to ahead of the traini
 It was suicidel
 Dimmick sent out heart bre lking signal to the brakeman, reversed the engine, put on air brakes knowing all the time the train could not be stopped this side of the crossing and then shut his eyes and prayed
 When the engine stopped a part of the wagon was on the headlight, the horses were distributed along the track, and two old people lying near the fence
 Dimmick was the first to reach them. They both breathed. Was there physician among the passengers? Yes, two.
 hurried examination and consultation. The man was undoubtedly fatally hurt; the woman probably 90.
 They were tenderly carried to Mir. Richards house near by, and the physicians were told that If they would stay until the local practitioner could be found locomotive would be sent back for them in an hour. They agreed to stay The bell rang travellers hurried to their places some with white faces at the thought that 1t might have been themselves others full of the importance participation in the event would give them and their story and others forgetting themselves think ing only of the sorrow brought to others.
 MT. Richards placed his house at the command of the physicians. Stimulants were administered, and when the family doctor and the children of the sufferers had arrived the father was moaning but the motEsr had opened her eyes.
 Late in the night after hours of faithful and in- cessant labor over them, the mother spoke.
 "How Is father?"
 "He is still unconscious, but Is we'll taken care of. Here is something for you now don't worry 1; don't think just go to sleep again" Her son spoke to her.
 "I must 20 to father"
 "You mustn't think of 1t, mother. You are very badly hurt yourself You must be very quiet D
 "I must go to father: he needs me-"
 The physician looked at her keenly, saying in a low tone to the "I think we had better hx place for him near her. She will never be content otherwise"
 The son coaxed and argued with her, but 1t was of no avail. They moved her ted beside her hus- bands; she attempted to take his hand, but could not His stertorous breathing made no impression upon her.
 "Is father ging to die1" she asked. The weeping daughter nodded. "You must keep quiet for your own sake, mother"
 "We've been married over forty eight years" she said to the doctor, "but we've known each other all our lives"
 "You mustn't talk, mother"
 "We was raised side by side he took care7on me when we went to school together; he's always took care on me- Put me on my side, so's can sec him better"
 "Mother. you must stop thinking and talking" She paid no heed.
 "Seem's if twan't but little while ago since we was married, but it's forty eight years We was talkn of golden weddin' this very week. Ben l"
 The son put his hands on her lips to silence her, but the doctor whispered: "Better let her talk . little. She's beyond control"
 The gray headed husband seemed to hear her call; he opened his eyes, breAthed less noisily, struggled with his voice and then managed to whis- per, "Rachel."
 "Hsre am, Benjamin" and turning her eyes to the daughter. aput my hand in hisn