The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-02
A STRANGE VOICE.
Why Two Railroad Mon Broke
Open Trunk.

Open q Trunk.
Between the stories of Conductor
Tom Pope and Sandy McTougal
backed by Sandy McTougaI's friends,
one gets a pretty good idea Of Sandy'a
remarkable adventure with voice, or,
as Sandy terms it, with the devil in .
box.
Tom Pope is conductor. and Nc
Tougal Is baggagemaster on the Air
line, which runs from the Atlantic
ocean to tho middle Of next week.
Most astonishing thing. that hunt
Of Sandy's for q voice. said the con.
ductor the other night.
Then Tom narrates, and very pref
lily, too, how he and sandy were trans
ferred to night runs in August last, and
how lonely the baggageman became
because he was cut of from fellows
10 listen to his stories and otter him
cigars.
,.You alters smoked 'em, Tom. in.
terrupted sandy. Il don't smoke, ye
know.
Fl did get good many puffs that
way, I'll admit" said the conductor.
.sThey were about the only thing Sandy
ever gave that could got any Light out
Of
faro you telling this storys" asks
McTougal IF so, tell IL
SANDY was lonely and miserable"
continued his friend. Nobody talked
to him or gave him quarter for not
smashing their baggage, so he took to
brown studies and maps between sta
tions. The night Of his voice bust
ness
Devil tell you" cries sandy
abruptly.
WAS crowded ONE continues
Pope, without noticing the Interrupt
ton. ellis car was jam full Of luggage
s.And the moro trunks Sandy has ON
board the crosser he gets. There was
camp meeting on switch-off track,
and at the junction / picked up q lot OF
nobby passengers who were leaving
for other places Of amusement, and
there was no end of trunks.
"McTougal got things into shape
about eleven o'clock, reckon, and az
there's part Of the run where It's .
good hour between stations, he got
ready for snooze.
sHe picked out the softcst truck In
the pile on which to pillow his head,
tilted back his chair with his feet ON
the rounds. pulled his hat over his face
and went to sleep How's that, Mac?"
Quite keerect." responds the bag
gagemaster.
VERY well; then you tell It for
awhile. wasn't there, you know"
sit didn't seem 'sif I'd been asleep
more'n minute" begins Sandy, when
there was lively jump Of tho oar an
sort Of come 70 life with . Jerk. At tho
same time ! heerd. as If way of, d
noise like some one a-tnlking.
.But thought twas a brakeman
outside, an was jes' a-dozin' OF again
when right at my ear, in thin, sharp
voice, su'thin' said; oh, LordP
II amt no fool, ain.t," Sandy as
serts, throwing back his head, defiant
ly, FAN when that tin whisper comes
into my ear ] jest half opened my eyes.
'spectin' To see some Of the boys around.
Nut not liyiu' thing was visible
$50 ! said to myself; j snored; that's
what's the matter. an of ! goes =
noddin' an dreamin'.
Then agin ! heara that voice. It
says, quite distinctly; i want to get
QUIT
Now ! want bit mistaken this
time. heard 1t; but fore could get
my wits together there was yell
soundin' way of
That's my death-call. says ] to my
self, instantly calling to mind fellows
who had heard like sounds an were
dead in less'n week. Then says to
myself: Sandy, don't be foolr an
jumps to my feet as wide awake as l
am now.
IL was a wornan's sauawk, and
could have sworn to1t Then It sung
out in tin-trumpet style:
.Helpi helpr
II hauled over the tool-chest an the
water barrel, and the cupboard In tho
corner, an looked ont on the platforma
an did everythin' q man could do nm.
der the eircuIustances "a find out what
was a-makin' Of that fuss
II went TO the side door TO cool my
self. an was a-fannin' my face when,
blame me, II ! didn't hear a cornet
startoff with the 'Rogue's March, and
. gruff Voice follcr i with:
: lin the midst Of life we are in
death
= yanked my head round, an dida't
SEQ nothin' that wasn't there before.
That threw me Of my pins