The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1902-08-01

the West Capua depot" A glance
through the window gave her no idea
of her whereabouts, and she tried agair
to go to sleep.
Suddenly there came a series of vio
lent jolts, the car pitched like a vessel
at sea, there was a great crashing OF
glass and tearing of woodwork, and
then, just as the lights went out, Mar
jorie saw something dark break in at
the forward end of the car where she
sat, and then she felt a blow on the
head.
"What is the matter?" she said to
herself, rubbing her eyes. "Where-
why, what's happened? What is all
that noise? Why, it's an accident. Oh,
help, help" she cried Then: "Be
quiet, Marjorie Russell. See if you're
hurt first before you cry. No, 1 don't
think I'm hurt-much. But if could
find my feet I should know. Why
don't carry matchesW
From all around came a confused
sound Of means and CALCULATIONS,
curses. prayers, and over all and
through all the piercing whistle of the
steam, and everywhere it was dark
dark as pitch.
Marjorie felt about her carefully.
Her feet, she found at last, were held
fast under a seat, and the back of a
seat was hanging Immediately over her
head. 1t was that which had struck
her. A few minutes 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 a step, but her foot met some
thing soft and motionless, and She
stood still, horror struck. That soft,
motionless thing must be some one
who was hurt.
"Oh, let me get where I can see
something" she cried desperately. "Oh,
help, help To her joy, she saw a
light approach the car. "Help us in
herep' she cried. 'I'm not hurt, but
there are persons who are"
There was crashing Of woodwork
behind her, few heavy blows with an
ak, and presently two men with Ian
terms forced their way into the car.
The lanterns gave barely enough light
to see by. But the men were followed
by others, whose lanterns bore the red
and green bands on their glasses that
indicate the chiefs and foremen of VOL
unteer fire companies. Marjorie stood
still until they reached her. Five per-
sons were carried out before she was
helped out.
Hello! Amt you Miss Russell?" ex-
claimed the man who helped her to the
ground. "I'm George Muller, foreman
of Minnehaha hose"
"Why-where-ist this Orleans-where
we used to spend the summerT'
"Yes'm. This is Orleans. Now'm,
Miss Russell, let's get you to the doc
tor"
I'm not hurt. Now know where I
am feel all right. Can't help? Are
there many hurtY
''Theres nothin' for you to dom;
we've got all the doctors in town. See
the depot's right here, an it's an hour
since it happened. Jest step out of the
way'm. please" And Muller pulled her
" OLc Slue W lcI LOuF LuGu pass WHO
were carrying something covered with
blanket.
Marjorie looked at it with wide open
eyes.
"How many persons are hurt? she
asked at length.
'Theres been ten killed." began Null
Ter. "Hey! What's the matter?" For
Marjorie had clutched his arm and
clung to it as If she was about to fall.
'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. But
l didn't know it was much of an acci-
dent. l thought it was all a sort Of
dream and rather funny
'It's the biggest accident on this road
for years." said Muller. "Ten killed is