The Washington times., 1905-05-21
TIE Rcd ROSE
THE RAIL III THE '8OS
BY nB.DE COURCY


derstand what the Master meant when
he spoke about giving stone It's
only a hard stare from the fellow In
the warm room to the shiFering outcast
outsidei from the sinner who has not
been found out To the one who has.
When you think that even He in all the
deep wealth of his divine pity couldn't
stand a Pharisee, you can enter into my
feelings then.
Wei, l proceeded to the reading
room, long table literally atrevn
with magazines. ran it's fun lengt b; 5ioil-
ing In aeep comfortable leather chairs
were lot of expensfvely dressed
youths, who eyed me IN disguised as
tonishment. One Iisped.
I thought this room was for rnaxn-
bers'
The other shrugged their shoulder.
and the hippant soulless society taIk
was resumed. John I was up against
il that day. Broke and sick: for tha
first time knew what makes us fellows
continually try TO dig 70 lower IiveI.
The unearned money In the pockets Of
any one OF the caIloW dudes before
me would have meant almost life to me
but I could see the result of an appeal
10 them, SO, pulling my wet coat across
my breast / almost gladly went out into
The storm. An hour later Old PAT
Murphy took me to his room over a sa-
loon. fitted ne out with clothes and
with a hearty cussing forced his last
cent On me.
But, 1t Is not always 10 be this way
he resumed after a brief silence. 'In
a. many of our great railway ceIters
a few who understand and know are
organizing associations devoted enare-
iy to US and other young workingaen
and I see a great future before thefn-
The boy who works for q living aid
the boy who works his father can never
herd together. Imagine now, If we coud
go into warm lighted room with a
man like Scranton IN charge, one wfp
knows what it Is to be cold and hun
CRY; TO walk with soIeIess shoes Oh
frosty Streets one who knows what {
mistake and its bitter repentance means
to busted wreck, whose warm hand
clasp would thrill with q realized SYM
pathy and fervent desire for your
well-being and who could look through
the tattered rags and goose flesh 10 the
brother beneath. John, I sometimes
think that the true lesson OF the Afan
Of Gallilee is beyond the ken OF the
inmates OF comfortable homes. or the
dweller upon the flower suewn plains
OF our higher society. The Nan VINO
slept shivering under the hosty Sy-
rian stars or wandered henasless and
friendless under its blazing sun was
not d type of 1ordly temples q Jeweled
affairs, but only the divine himanized
love Of the great pity OF tbs Faith
And John, no man can be Ike him
unless he has passed along Ines la4I
DC ft5 -. II
or woman wko starts upon anexperi-
mental dive into the unknown lower
strata OF their social fabric aE like
the Summers who carry tract and
hothouse roses TO lips white with.star-
yation-well meaning, but how woe
fully, crirninally, ignorant.
Frank" !" said Gray slowly, styousaIk
very much Ike DR.. Deane. Father ued
TO think him an Abolitionfst before he
war, but OF late they meet on a n1os
common plain, but do you notice We
have come to our observation wan?"
Howe noticed with surprise the
familiar low wall, then said laughingly:
All right. it seems we are rated TO be
spys upon the land, but there are lots
Of worse things than overlooking great
yard under nightfaII'
And he was right. The shower OF red
up--souring cinders. the crossing OF inter-
weeving darting lights. the roar OF fly
ing unseen trains arising out Of the
cavernous blackness blending with
clashing bells and shrieking whistles.
They sat silently surveying the animated
forceful life-the throbbing dragoE-eyed
crash Of a nations pulse. Suddenly Howe
leaned forward, peering intently down
along the track. A cutting swing OF
swaying lamps, a fierce roar from an
unseen stack, then an inverted Niagara
of fire pours against the snoke-curtain-
ed night. Then silence-three white lights
gather in a close cluster. TO be Joined In
a moment by q couple Of torches
Something wrong down there, let's
go down." said Howe eagerly.
They stumbled quickly down the era-
bankment and after q sw f1 run along
the tracks, came TO place where a
molly. swiftly absorbing crowd collect
ed-vulture-like around a yard engine.
On its outskirts a dark foreign-looking
woman with black streaming hsir, was
enleavoring TO quiet a frightened Sob
bing girl of about six years.
What is the matter?" asked Howe OF
a man who with craning neck stood on
the pilot beam.
"A switehman has got both legs cut
off-undertook to throw that Dago kid
there off the track and slipped
| The human wall surged. Through a
rift in the erowding forms Howe caught
| a brief view of Scranton's strong face
| leaning over ghastly, shortened thing
seemingly only a quivering mass OF
agonizing muscles and nerves, The tor
| tured head rolls upon Scranton's sup
| porting arm; the flare OF a torch falls
tIrOu it-TIowe gFasDs CsrayiS arm in q
| flesh tearing clutch.
"oh, John! help me to break through
+! the crowd, its Girlie.
(To Be Continued Next sunday.)