St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-06-16
Gene of the accident as fast as you
AL Leave that rubbish and iOin MIR.

every Item you can. Don't let anything
escape YOU"
He followed the departing men into
the anteroom and rang the telephone,
calling up a reporter strong on descrlp-
ton, who had been sent to the opera,
and he sent special messenger to an
other reporter who was walking dl-
rectory of names and faces. ordering
him to see each body as it was eXtricat-
ed from the ruin.
AT this moment the assistant editor
made his appearance He had been let
off for the evening, but had made his
way to the Office at the first tidings of
the disaster, led by that strange fascina-
ton that draws every newspaper man
to the center of action when any great
calamity is announced.
You may take charge of the Office,
Harry" said Brander, quietly. Hurry
the men up on this stuff; have them
boil down every item. Send the men
down to the railway as fast as they turn
off the work on hand. Run every line
they bring that isn't re petitiOn. People
will want to read nothing else tomor-
row. You'll have to fight Bangs"
Bangs was the business manager. He's
been laying himself out on ads, but if
he wants TO get them all in he'll have to
get out an extra sheet. He can arrange
that for himself"
He has cool head" commented the
assistant, looking after the retreating
figure with hearty admiration. Hes
going to be in the thick OF it. and keep
the boys up to their work. Well sell a
100000 copies tomorrow. The other
papers will be nowhere"
David Brander was in the thick of it,
b, ic ri of NO tot
mated with his parting instructions at
the office. Those who viewed the scene
of the awful catastrophe noticed man.
silent and watchful, gliding about,
threading his way through the debris,
and looking into dead faces that smiled
to him a CHASTITY greeting. He reached
out his hand and touched rich locks,
the color of her hair. And he gathered
shred of some light cloak, en-
brodered with pearly beads, and
looked at it long and closely in the glar-
ing search-light of an electric light i'm
proylSed for the occasion. When he saw
insensible forms that might never again
know pain, he turned away sick at
heart. Once, with glow of Joy that
overmastered his own black grief, he
took from dead mothers stitfcning
arms little child that was still warm
and breathing, ana handed it to one who
stood to receive 1t, while the crowd
sobbed and cheered. Off again through
the debris. Who-who is this in front
of him?
1t is Carew, still wearing the overcoat,
bending over the dead, searching with
ghoulish expectation and wan face
that to his reScuer seemed to bear the
brand of sin. The pure eXaltation of
the moment was swept away by a sud
den tide of passion that might have
made him a murderer. had not oppor-
tunity been denied him.
There was no longer any hope of
finding other living souls.
"Were there any people-that we
KneW?" asked Brander OF the youthful
reporter whom he came up with.
There is NJ, the lawyer. Mrs. L., the
rich widow, and quite number of rep
utable business men. And there is one
girl l used to go to school with"
Brander respected the boy the more
for the tear that stood in his eye. He
pressed his hand, and, giving him some
final directions, said:
There is no message to deliver for
me at the office, thank you. shall not
be down again tonight"
He was at last on his way to the
empty place he called home. and grief
and shame walked beside him. He put
his key in the latch and turned it
softly, as he had been in the habit of
doing when he came in late, lest he
might disturb her slumbers, and he
stepped lightly on the stairs and opened
aud shut the door of their little sitting
room with stealthy touch, like one
who comes as thief in the night,
looking upon that to which he has no
title.
How pretty the rooms were, with their
warm-hued draperies, their modest. but
comfortable furnishings. the books and
magazines scattered about, the glowingi
the best of it, although neither of them
had ever approved of life in fiat. The
dream Of their early married life had
been the possession Of house In the
country. For upward of two years he
had been striving to make the dream
reality, keeping up special correspond
ence with provincial daily, turning off
an occasional paper for magazine.
The deeds to fine house at Watford
were at that moment in his breast
pocket, and they were to have been her
birthday gift.
Now all was changed. Ton light he
wrestled alone with the loss that be-
fore another day had passed would be
heralded throughout London; but the
humiliation and grief that underlay it
would be forever locked in his own
heart. He was rot the same man as he
was yesterday. The whole current of
his life was changed, and his FOOLS
dream Of happiness was over. Yet 50
familiar and undlsturbed were all the
objects about him that he could almos st
fancy the events of the day to be some
hateful vision, and that he could hear
the sound of her breathing, low and
regular, in the darkened room beyond,
whose door stood ajar.
For his thoughts kept returning to
her. Strive as he might to think of his
future plans, or the effect this would
have on his position among men. or
morrow, lie found himself perpetually
dwelling upon her, and recalling little
unheeded circumstances in their mar
ried life. What did it matter how the
public took it, or what comments 1t
would make? What did he care for
Carew's silly vanity, or the base pur-
poses he might have harbored. The
one thing that absorbed him was the
thought of his wife, and the relation
between her and himself. And in
agony of spirit he asked over and over
again the question that had haunted
him since shutdown: How far had it
gone? How far had it gone?
Her work basket stood Oh the mantel.
The cover was slightly lifted, and he
saw half thrust into it the filmy pink
web and the glittering needles whose
persistent click had so annoyed him.
He reached out his hand and drew the
little roll of worsted towards him with
a fierce movement, dropping the ball on
the hearth. He sILoothed the work out
on the mantel shelf, and Strengthened it
into shape with his great hands. SCARED
and gashed with the work they had
done that night. And it was a tiny
shirt. fleecy and rose-tinted as the
clouds of dawn upon which little new
born souls came sailing i'll their strange
voyage from the great unknown.
Oh, blind. blind. blind that he had