The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-08-24

called me and asked, rs No. As on
the siding?" l told him 'sNo;" that
they had just left the station, Civ
ing the time they had passed.
His reply: "My God, Has No.
48 gone. No. Ill is pulling out.
Thsy viii collide. Can't you get
Nc. ASP" My hair felt as though
it was rising off my head, chills
chased themselves up and down my
spine. and the cold perspiration
pouked down my pallid cheeks as
rushed with all speed and less grace
from the office and frantically
waved white apron l wore and
which I tore off as l ran, but the
crew of the freight failed to look
back as the caboose sailed round
the curve, and my heart almost fail
ed me as | realized that the only
hope now was to catch No. III be-.
fore they left "AI."
L ran back into my Office and
sank into chair, no longer able to
stand on my feet, scarcely breathing
until III few-hours it seemed to
Inc, but in reality-seconds the dis
patchcr called me, saying, "We'yc
got No. Ill" We're ever words so
sweet to mortal ears? The tick of
that little brass sounder as it rang
those words through the room was
like sweet music, so welcome were
they to me.
How did they get No. Ill? 1
will tell you. When l told the dis
patcher that No. 48 was beyond re-
call, he opened window in mad
haste and screamed to the people on
the platform below him, "For Gods
sake, stop that train. !. And they,
realizing that something was terri
bly, wrong, rushed after the rapidly
disappearing train, frantically wav-
ing handkerchiefs and umbrellas,
screaming like madmen, finally ut
tracting the attention Of the rear
brakeman just as No. Ill was going
out of sight and hearing. They
backed up on a siding and waited,
and soon the freight train pulled
into ''M." station, the crew as un-
concerned as though they had not
just escaped "a smashup and the pos
sibilities of instant death few mo-
ments before
A white faced operator, with
trembling lips, leaned out OF. the
window and asked them, Haven't
you forgotten something's" And
the forgotten order was suddenly
remembered, but too late for them.
The whole crew was Of course
discharged, and well, when those
welcome words were licked off that
dear old sounder, telling me that
No. Ills crew and passengers were
safe, lost consciousness and only
came back to life in time to hear
the conductor of No. Ill say to his
engineer: "Poor girl, she has faint
edl She is almost frightened to
DEATH"
Had I not warned the dispatcher
in time for him to catch the passen.
ger train there would have been a
horrible collision, and we can only
picture to ourselves the horrors &C.
companying such a catastrophe.
My reward was a position with
+ the company and a handsome gold
watch. I stayed with the company
but short time, however, for /
mover could cure myself Of the, hor.
zor I he'd Of railroad telegfaphing
produced by my terrible experience
that wintry dsy in january, and aa
I write this story sitting here in{my
cozy little sitting room bye bright
coal fire watching the flames creep.
ing around the black diamonds IN
the CRATE aB ! 60 over the scenes
and situations Of that dreary after.
NOM NOM = ahnaaes and .sa.aes K el.a
Father Time viii ever enable mo TO
forget that dreadful experience, 90
that I can speak OF it eli without q
shuddeN northwest Magazine.
vshtstler'e Appearances. J.
Mortimer Menpes, long . closa