Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-08-28

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aroug ufpn her.
She knsu II IN empty hnt-onA -
uauh hosse-which ssood hmide - rueA
Hers she could hide until dawn. when ov0
would be miss away. Than she voah ~
vh~s - coaH msvs him no more, for ~
I'D 10 hops Of proving the truth % him
Sbs had causs for h1 fear-Owen meant
70 Kin her. He fanciei her one Of those vils
women who hare ths esming u ~ angel
and Who mar the lives of assn Who love them
-hs would xill her, and thsn dis.
He bad noe bad time 70 60 home. The hour
fer his return to the engine bad come ut,oa
him almost unaware He reached his PISS
only by the greatest efforts, almost tempted
70 dessrt it in order 70 6nd and day the man
Who bad kisxed his wife.
Il was 10 O'Clock In the lonely huf b. the
rnflvay track Maggie bad put her hoy 70
xssep, when the sound Vt voices caused her 70
creep To the little window and look out
There she saw a sight that curdled the blood
in hes veins-train wreckers at work--thfss
vile tramps, who bad already placed acroo
the track q hill Of obstacles which would in
sure the destruction Of any train which came
upon them In tine darkne1l
They worked by the light Of lanterns, and
she heard them chuckling In 6endah gise.
Best get out Of the way now" said one,
s.and be seen at the tavern When we hear
the whistles well come and help
''Yes. we'll help, good charitable souls
that we are said another. The II O'Clock
express, going north, will be delayed to-
night"
They laughed as they spoke, and Maggie
cIasped her nands-ths II O'Clock train vas
Owens
The engineer is always the first victim In
disaster The man who was going TO kill her
would never live TO do 1t IL this train met the
fate prepared for it. But Maggie never
thought Of that. 1t was only her dear Owen
she remembered now-her loving husband.
not the Jealous, dark man from whom she
bad fed.
II the traInps returned, her doom VS.
sealed: but that did not matter. She covered
her boy with cloak she had brought, and
lighting q match, peered at the little silver
watch she wore about her neck The train
was due In half an hour What should see
dof
THANK God for the candles she said a.
she barred the door and went out upon the
road.
She would not waste her means she lis
tened intently-mo,nents seemed hours-but
at last she heard the far away whistle She
knew how fast the express train hew. She
must be prompt or her efforts would he in
vain.
How small the candle looked! The train
did not stop-they did not notice. greater
fame must be made. She tore of her gown
the calico would make a greater blaze-shs
tied the sieeves to o branch she had caught
up ani set it on fire. The danger signal
sounded; the train was slowing
Thank Cod" she cried. "Owen has seen
it; be has stopped."
She iourishei the flaming fragments OF
her dress still more wildly. and now people
were running down the track, and she was
surrounded by men who thanked her for
their lives, and amongst them Owen.
"Maggie!r he cried oh. good heavens!
how did you come heref'
God led NE. think. Owen, to save your
life"
And Owen, looking into her noble facss
knew that he had been mad to doubt her,
and clasped her to his heart
Later, when she told him the story Of her
kiss, Jealousy died within his soul forever,
and he knelt repentant, asking her forgive
ness Mary Kyle Dallas in The Family
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