The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-04-12

be disappointed just because he had q
foolish fad ad?-passed through his mind
who but fool would put off a
journey and long engagement for the
sake of n dream?
No, no, Gwen" he said quickly,
| x shall lie all right, darling, when we
leave smoky London far behind us.
Gwennie frightened again at this,
and agreed that it was depressing in
town this muggy, wet weather.
".5hall we take Halma or Reverski
wish us in the train? But no, I will
leave out the chess board. and then
you will give me some more lessons" /"
she cried, making hasty preparations
for their journey, and in less than an
hour they were rattling down to Eus.
ton station.
|
"Terrible railway accident Fatal
collision between two trains on the
Great Northern line. Thirty-fve per
sons killed. Many injured" These
words, which headed r. column in all
the daily papers on Saturday morning,
| October IL, threw many families in the
United Kingdom into sudden deep
| sorrow and CONSERVATION.
The paragraph went on to explain
the cause OF the accident, aud how the
| front part of both trains had been
/ completely shattered into splinters,
and the shock of the collision had
! thrown the down train off the line
down the steep embankment, so that
passengers in the back carriages had
no means OF escape either, and very
few were those who had been saved
from instant death In the ill-fatcd
train. All the travellers in the up train
were also more or less mortally in.
iured, If not killed outright on that
fatal Friday.
Four and half years had passed.
| and the railway accident was forgotten
by most people; still there were afew
who could never forget the sad occur.
renee that had blighted their lives.
aud Erie Vyvyan was one. His was
too deep n heart wound ever to heal
entirely IN this world. He was Just
now staying mt Dnleiord. It was
July, aud the Townleys had n garden
party, at winch all the cream OF Dale
ford society was congregated that hot
afternoon.
On rustic seat Mt the far end OF
the large sloping lawn sat four young
ladies, and, standing in groups of
threes and fours, were eight or nine
others s-some pretty and chick look.
ing, others plain and dowdy; some
were bashful looking debutantes, but
others very much ''out" and self.
possessed looking-a group such as
You will always see in any large gather.
ing of this kind in the country.
"Who is that very cross.looking
man sitting near the bard?" This in
stage whisper from the fairest maiden
in the group.
"Who do you mesn?" answered her
companion on the seat. "ThGt darB
man talking 10 Mrs Barker"
"No, no, not that one, in voice OF
scorn from the speaker ''that'sa friend
the Carthew's brought with them this
afternoon. / mean that handsome,
feiE mo" standing, m near the yew.
tree there by himself.
"Oh he is a friend staying with
the Townleys -Vyvyan, believe, his
name is" broke in another voice.
'He looks as though he thought the
whole affair an awful bore, remarked
another.
81 don't think he is handsome.
nasty face, he has ."
"No; ! don't think he is, either.
At least that is--he would he If he
only did not look SO cross and sar.
castle.
81 am quite sure ne is horrid
man ,this from another critic
why should he not make himself
/ pleasant, and not stand alone picking
everyone to pieces with his eyes?
hate that sor5 OF men; but let's walk
round the grounds. And the speaker
walked off, the rest following suit.
Thus is our appearance and even our
character judged 10y utter strangers III
this hard-hearted, prosGic world. Gen.
orally wrong, however, is their ver-
dict concerning our character.
And now the hostess was walking
around the kitchen garden. An elder
ly gentleman with white hair and q
kind, intelligent face was with her.
They spoke softly, but scraps OF con-
yersation in the lady's voice could be
overheard.
''Yes, it is very sad, poor fellow.
SO kind hearted he is, though quite a
changed man.
An indistinct murmur from the
gentleman.
"Oh, he was very i'll for nearly
seven menths. He was found quite
unconscious under the debris OF the
wrecked train, with his arm round his
wife. She was killed on the spot. So
pretty, she was, with real yellow, gold
hair, and so nice, too. Dear, dear
Gwen" and Mrs. Townley's voice
grew soft and her ewes misty. "Such