The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-11-14

"Whero nre wei" he SAID. rs there
telegraph office near"
One OF the men. who had remained
for a minute beside him to see what
care no might need, answered, This
is Benton near by" lfsf
al must get dispatch to the opera
tor-quick. IL is of tho greatest Inn
portancc.
S"l'd make it short. He'll be busy
epoISls tonigiits lIere,'' the man
called to a boy from q neighboring
farmhouse. my boy, you can make
yourself useful. Here's man who
has been hurt, and wants to send a
telegram. There'll be other errands
you can do in town. The men are all
needed hero" fi
| The boy, his face white and his eyes
big with horror ut the scenes nj ound
| him, came and stood by Tom, who
had written the direction with diff
Guilty, and was tearing he leaves from
his notebook Handing them to the
boy, lie said--3ssf hkF-E
"Tell the operator to send all he can
OF this before halfpast two o'clock
sure. !" Then he added, wait" and
wrote hurriedly-
1.-THE south-bound express, leaving
Cresson at n quarter past seven,
struck n freight train just north OF
Benton this evening ut nine o'clock,
and was completely wrecked"
a physician approached, and stop
ped to look at Harding.
Are you badly hurt" he asked
81 don't seem to enthusiastically"
said Harding, but sharp pans keep
darting Through my body, and l can't
move"
The physics grave and compass
sionate, knelt and, with quick, skillful
touch, examined the young man. He
asked a few questions, and shook his
head sadly. The eager, brave young
face, drawn with pain, interested and
touched him.
Meanwhile, Tom had made few
rapid inquiries of the doctor about
the disaster, jotting them down to-
fill in his despatch. He then said,
quietly--ps ssS aea fsF
How j. il with me, DOCTOR"
Can You bear the TRUTH" asked
the physician.
"Do you mean that am going?
Yes. can bear it. How soon?''~t
Very soon, FEAR I EH83Asf
Doctor, my name is Harding.
Thomas Harding. am n reporter
for the Daily Magnet | was on nv
way to the city whitman account of
the labor troubles at Cresson. Its
must be in the Magnet Office before
halfTpast two. Here have scrubbed
astory Of this accident. You've Civ
en- me nearly everything but the names
OF the killed and wounded-I can't get
those. Doctor, will you see that my
paper has those namesy Can trouble
YOU 80 much? 4 can't fail nv paper
now" @w& ssn& y
DR.. May knew that he had a night
OF anxious work before him, but he
could not refuse the pleading look in
the boys white face The request. .
conveyed in those words, wrung out of
suffering. appearing so singular and
extraordinary and spoken rapidly, as
by one whose life was short and whose
work was very important, moved him
greatly.
"Yes. said thepl,vsician. al will sec
that it is done"
"Oh. thank YOU, doctorlp Hnrdinp's
voice had almost n ring of triumph in
it. "Youname is"
4 'sAI,ly.' a
& Tom added q few lines TO his des.
pat,l,.
Can't Get list killed and wounded.
DIR. Nav will send il. This is INV last
despatch. Tell mother. goodbye:
AS the bow took the finished des-
patch. Harding said
TELL the operator baveleft money
with DIR. Nav to nav Tor rushing this
through. The Magnet will give
ANYTHING fortbese stories. -
i'he doctor added a word to the bow.
and hurried him off through the dark.
ness.
"Doctor. Won will find in nv rocket
book money enonoh TO meet ali ex-
penses Take n md nav what should
be mid Never NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. Others
need Won morc' I couldn't do INV.
thin, else lust now might as well do
the best could--for nv paper."
Hardincs voice had sunk almost to
n whisper, and he caught his breath
rni,fuiIy T'ben bis breath faItered.
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