Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1901-07-31
A DESPERATE RIDE

"oh. Charley. show me the engines"
she saM to me while we were standing
on the platform, and as we had an hour
to wait took her into the shed, where
several engines were standing with
steam up ready for work
| Well. after taking her around the en-
CINE room left her for few moments
standing by one OF the engines while I
went to give some directions to the
driver who was to take my place till
our return from London.
| On coming back to the place where
had left her was Mortified to perceive
my Mary standing upon the engine,
which either In sport or by accident.
| God only knows how, she had set in
motion and which was already flying
out of the shed at rate of speed
which rendered it utterly impossible
for me to overtake her.
Charley. Charley, help mel" were
the last words heard from the lips of
my darling as the engine vanished In
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| the station.
| To jump on to another engine and
| follow the runaway was the work of o
moment, but by the time we were start
ed upon the main line my darling,
knew. would be rushing at fearful
pace, faster and faster every moment,
down the long incline between Rugby
and Ormsby bank.
| Then commenced a terrible race for
life or death. mile after mile. every mo-
ment increasing our speed. until we
were going at perfectly awful pace.
| We dashed away into the darkness, l
standing on the front of my engine,
watching with straining eyes for the
one ahead of us.
All in vain! Past station after station
we dashed at lightning speed; onward,
over bridges and viaducts, through the
wind and darkness, yet never sign of
the runaway engine and It's single pas
senger.
What had become of her? Had she
sprung from the flying engine to more
speedy yet not less certain death at the
bottom of some deep embankment or
had l in my wild, reckless pursuit
driven over her?
After dashing along at this mad pace
for nearly a couple of hours we swept
down the bill into the Kllsby tunnel,
and then right ahead of US on the down
line, along which knew the night mail
to the north was coming from London,
suddenly caught sight of the runaway
engine. The furnace door was open,
and as the distance between us lessen
ed / saw plainly as l see you In the
vivid light Of the blazing fire the form
Of my Mary standing out in bold relief
against the blackness Of the tunnel.
Her slight form dlated in the weird
freight. Her hands grasping the rail-
ing, she stood upon the tender the pic
ture OF despair, apparently in doubt
whether to remain upon the flying en-
CINE or spring off into the darkness.
In vain l called to her to remain on
the engine. My shout was Of no more
avail than whisper amid the roar
produced by the echoing walls of the
tunnel Suddenly the horrible thought
flashed across my mind that the down
express must be nearly due, and. look
ing at my watch with sort of desper-
ate calmness which astonished me aft
erward. saw that it was half past l
o'clock, the exact moment, as | knew
well enough by experience. when the
mall train. coming in the opposite d.
rection. ought to be entering the other
end of the tunnel. How earnestly
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late that night! The agony Of life
time seemed to be crowded into the
next few moments. Now we appeared
to be nearing the flying engine. then 1t
seemed to burst away from US again
with renewed speed. At one, moment
my darling seemed to be almost within
reach Of my arm. and at the next she
was flying away from me again.
Gradually. however. the distance be-
tween US lessened. and at last the two
engines were running neck and neck,
with only the "s!x foot" way between
the two lines of rails to separate US.
Then for the first time Mary turned her
head and saw me close behind her.
MorIoning her to remain quiet, pulled
myself together for the leap, and. with
both engines running at full speed, !
sprung clean across the six feet be-
tween US and allghted upon tie step
close to her.
At the same moment heard tho
shrill whistle Of the express as II enter
ed the opposite end OF the tunnel and
saw. to my horror. that there was not
more than hundred yards between US.
To screw down the brakes and reverse
the engine was the work Of a moment,
but knew too well that it was too late.
No power on earth could avert the fear
full collision. and there was nothing left
US but to die together. To spring from
the engine would have been instant and
certain death. SO we stood, ! with my
arm around her and Mary with her
head buried upon my breast. waiting
for the end.
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