Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-07-29

travelling, even If she got there on time.
As she was making herself comfort Bile
Tor the night she saw young man pass
through the car whose face seemed famil-
lar. At first she could not place him; but
at last she remembered that she had seen
him at the Globe office that afternoon-a
reporter for he had been writing at a desk
near Mr.. Hicks.
He's travelling for the paper" thought
Marjorie He goes in the sleeping car.
Well, / shall do that some day even If |
dent travel for the paper" and she drew
her ulster around her, settled her handbag
as a pillow a little less uncumfortably and
went to sleep.
IL was nearly l. when she woke again.
Il wonder where We are she said to
herself. Il wonder if were on time. 1
don't need To get to West Capua until s
O'Clock | think I'd rather spend three
hours extra on the train than in the West
Capua depot. glance through the
Window gave her no idea of her where
abouts. and she tried again to go to sleep
Suddenly there came series of violent
joits; the car pitched like a vessel at sea-
there was Il great crashing of glass and
tearing OF woodwork, and then, just as the
lights went out. Marjorie saw something
dark break in at the forward end of the
ear where she sat, and then she felt a
blow on the head.
What Is the NATTER" she said to her
self. rubbing her eyes. "Where-why-
what's happened? What is all that noise?
Why, it's an accident. oh. help! help!"
Sllt tiitt men. DC quiet, hdlJOTlt nus
sell See if you are hurt first before you
cry. No, l don't think I'm hurt-much:
but if could fird my feet | should know
why don't | carry matches?'
From all around came a confused sound
of means and CALCULATIONS, curses. pray
ers, and over all and through all the pierre
ing whistle OF the steam, and every where
ii was dark-dark as pitch.
Marjorie felt about her carefully. Her
feet, she found at last. were held fast
| under a
hanging Immediately over her head. 1t was
that which had struck her. a few min
utes careful working enabled Marjorie to
get her feet out of their trap, and brisk
rubbing Of the ankles put them in good
condition again. She scrambled to her feet
and made Il step, but her foot met some
thing soft and motionless, and she stood
STILL horrur-struCk- That soft, motioniess
thing must be some one who was hurt.
''Oh. let me get where l can see some
thing, she cried desperately. "Oh, help,
help" TO her joy she saw light APP
preach the car. Help us in herer' she
cried. I'm not hurt. but there are per
sons who are
There was crashing of woodwork be-
hind her. a few heavy blows with an AK.
and presently two men with lanterns fore
ed their way into the car. The lanterns
gave barely enough light to see by but the
men were followed by others. whose Ian
terms bore the red and green bands on
their glasses chat indicate the chiefs and
jnrie stood still until they reached her; five
persons were carried out before she was
helped out
'.iiulIo Amt you Miss RUSSELL" cx-
claimed the man who helped her to the
ground I'm George Muller, foreman o.
Miuuehaha hose
''Why-where-is this OrIeans-where we
used to spend the summer
.'Nesm. This is orleans, Nowm. Miss
Russell, let : get you to the doctor"
I'm not hurt-now | know where | am
I feel all right. Can't | help? Are there
many hurt
There's nothin' for you to dom; we've
got ALI the doctcrG in town-see, the de-
pots right here. an it's an hour since it
happ"ned-jcst step out o the way m,
please, and Muller pulled her to one side
to let four men pass. who We're carrying
sonnet hing covered with a blanket
Marjorie looked at it with wide open
eyes.
How many persons are hurt?" she ask
ed at length.
There's been ten killed" began Muller
Hey, whats the natter" for Marjorie
had ciutched his arm. and chung to it as
if she was about to fan. You are hurt,
miss. Let me help you up to the depot"
I'm not hurt protested Marjorie, as
Muller steadied her. on her feet butt
didn't know it was much of an accident
l thought it was all sort Of dream, and
rather funny"
ITS the biggest accident on this road
for years" said Muller Ten killed Is a
people. NobOdy'H know it for twenty-f0ur
hours. either. Sunday mornn', and no
evenin papers anywhere"
Marjorie looked at him moment, catch
ing her breath.
Have you seen tall, light-haired young
man among the wounded, or-the others?'
she asked at last.
I'm the depot" said Muller, leading her.
to the station. There she, indeed, saw
the young man whom half in jest she
had been envying not so long before. Mar
jorie looked at him for an instant through
tears; she felt as if she had known him.
a reporter for the paper she hoped to write
for \ reporter. Why, if he had been
alive. he would have been sending word
to his paper Of the accident,
Mr. Muller. said Marjorie to the fore
man of Minnehaha hose I'm Il newspaper
wOman-that man was a reporter on the
GlUbe-my paper. Give me the facts as
you've got them. and I'll telegraph the
news to my paper; there's little time
yet" She went toward the telegraph office,
which was lighted, and full of men.
Il want to send dispatch to the New
York Globe" she said to the first man
whose attention she could get.
You can't said he: and turned away.
This IS a public office. said Marjorie
astonishea al her own holiness. The man
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