The San Francisco call., 1896-07-06

dead wagon of the Morgue. The huge car
had to be run over the body in order to
extrlcate IT.. The father stood by with
pale face and his heart trying TO leap from
his throat. The mother had swooned.
Inc passengers and spectators sickened at
the sight.
Mr. Manning said yesterday afternoon:
"Ihe motorman had another man in the
box with him. Both were looking across
the street, and he did not ring the bell.
Ii he had rung the bell Walton would
be alive to-day. I saw from the window
the car moving down upon him. My
heart stood still.
shouted to the motorman, but 1t was no
use. He did not or could not hear me. I
saw he was going to be struck, and made
leap for the stairs. I don't know how l
got down. But it was too late to save nv
boy. He had been struck. and when got
to the door was being dragged along the
track. The motorman was alone to blame
He was my eldest son and a bright, good
little fellow. He was OF much help to his
mother"
When asked if he intends to bring suit
against the company for damages Mr..
Manning said:
II am in the employ of the company as
lineman. do not know what l shall do
yet. cannot afford to lose my job. But
shall do something l may see o-mor-
| row what | can do about it..
Yesterday Mr. Manning was inclined to
take the accident as calmly and philo-
sophically as possible.
But 1t is different with Mrs. Manning.
She is almost hysterical in her denuncia-
tion of the killing.
"Oh, my poor Wally, my poor boyp
she exclaimed. "He was such comfort,
help and companion to me. Ileaped with
| my husband down the stairs, but he was
dead then. l hope he did not feel the
wheels and the crushing.
"But somebody shall pay for this" she
declared with defiance. "I'll put a bullet
through Begley's heart or the company
shall pay me. That's what shall do. But
money will not pay me for my boy-no,
no, no! shall be revenged for his death.
L shall have satisfaction. l would throw
the money into the street. / would give
1t all for my boy"
The poor woman covered her face with
her apron and wept as though all the
strings of her heart had snapped. Her
husband put his arm around her shoulders
and tried to comfor, her.
Just then white pointer dog trotted
out into the street and smelled of the
stone stained with blood. Mrs. Manning
saw it. 1t was horrible.
'See' she said. "He killed him as
be would dog-crushed him as he
would the meanest curl o, I shall go
ndu, ndQ! Dut ne Will never XIII an other
boy. l would put bullet in his hearth
The green cars of the Mission-street line,
and No. 1904 is a green car, have tenders on
both ends with a shelf. The shelf runs
three TO four inches above the pavement.
So little fellow as Walton Manning, es-
pecially if be fell with feet toward the car,
would not be protected by the lender, but
would be squeezed and crushed. And this
is what it did to him.
Car No. 1G04 was on its usual run yester-
day. But Motorman Thodey Begley
luid off. The remorseless wheels rolled
over the tracks and the pinions growled
their same old song as though nothing had
happened and as though the fender was
there to save human life.
In one OF his humorous books Mark
Twain humorously tells of the language of
the wheels of the railroad coach. But in
this instance of theetrolley-car IN the City
the Interpretation is different. As the
trucks of car No. 1904 rolled over the rail-
Joints yesterday they seem to ..chime out:
-him-I-kill led-him-I-killed
-him-l-killed-him