The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1891-08-04
On THE TRACK.
Nobody Saw the Baby Till He
Was Struck by the L0-
connective.

uels was eighteen mouths old. de
was pink, chubby and dimpled. His
eyes we're dark blue, like his mothers,
and his hair was a couple of shades
Whittier than the fi,xon locks Of his.
Norwegian father.
Baby's two short legs had mastered
the art of locomotion. Very proud vac
the owner of their accomplishment.
So were Mr.. and Mrs. S. NJ. Samuels
Not that the legs didn't give out .:
every three steps, causing baby to Ga
fiat on his nose. Still baby didD',
mind these Interruptions to his for.
ward progress. He exercised his legs
on every possible occasion.
The little one lived with his parents
in pretty two-s,ory frame cottsge.
A hundred y4rds away was the War
field station OF the Long Island rail
road. The line curves there. The
house of the Samuels was midway
between the two extremities of the
arc.
The Samuels are a young couple.
Baby was their only child. Mr.. SAN
uels works for . Greenwich stree.
commission firm. Every evening OF
bis return be was RECALLED with stories
Of the marvellous doings of baby d.
ring the day. And baby himself,
with one small hand cluIching the
fore6nger Of papa, would listen to his
own praises in modest silence.
Mr.. Samuels was accustomed to
reach Winfield from New York on .
certain train. Baby's small mind be-
gan to identify the railroad and the
homecoming of his father. He be-
gan to look upon the line. with it,
shining steel snakes and putting mon.
sters, with a fearless affection.
On Saturday afternoon mamma and
baby had . fine time in the fields thai
surround the house. The afternoor
wss wearin. on and papa would be
home in an hour or 90. Baby gurgled
with satisfaction and promised to be
very, very good while mamma pre-
pared the supper.
Mrs. Samuels went into the house,
leaving the child outside the door.
B by sat still for q bit. He watched
the railroad track patiently, but nc
train hove in sight, bringing papa
with it. A sudden resolution seized
him. He would 60 down to where
the long steel rails glittered in the
sun and see if he couldn't hurry the
train along. He was so anxious to
see dear papa. And he felt sure paps
wanted to see him.
The tufts Of grass caught the tiny
feet and tripped him up. The punches
Of weeds proved serious obtacles to
The small legs. The bushes scratched
tbe tiny limbs. Baby, tumbling, TOD
Hing, scratched and tripping, held on
his way sturdily. Wasn't his papa
on the line?
The ditch that separated the road.
bed from the fields was at length
With much trouble and
more scratches, baby got through i.
md up its sides. At last, to his de-
light, be found himself on the track.
He stood proudly clarping his hands
Baby heard a we'll known rumble
hat told of a train about to round
he curve. The child rose from the
ails and clsppe1 his hands in antici
,ation. The rumble grew stronger.
Baby, in his excitement and Joy,
TODD midway between the rails,
Watching for the engine to make its
appearance.
He had not long to wait. A snort,
sh'ill whistle and the big black front
f the engine was near him. Baby
Tapped his hands as he thought of the
oming run in the fields With papa
nd the ride on his shoulders. The
rain swept ON. Baby laughed at the
lifted his arms and clap
ed his hands for papa. There was
my shrek, q white face and the baby
'as dead on the roadside-crushed By
ne engine.
The train was stopped. The bronze
aced engineer and fireman, with
ears cutting rills through the CRIME
f their cheeks, stopped over . small
omething that lay in the ditch. it,
Ihite dress was an awful spatter OF
lood. The fair face was gone and in
. place was terrible something tina.
annot be described.
Today in the cottage that on yes
,rday was light with the sunshine Of
ne child's presence sit . sad couple
'atching the white casket that con-
inns the wreck of their happiness and
fair young body.
Coroner Havemeyer will hold an
lquest on the child's death and the