Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-16

| through the opening of the tunnel.
The first half of the tunnel cleared, 1t Is
only an instant before the train is again
thrown into darkness and the former
sights and experiences are repeated.
! At last, however, the train comes out
| into the city of Baltimore. Electric cars
are running in all directions. while at other
| places express wagons are loading and I'M
| loading freight. Manufacturing plants can
| be counted by the score. Many rows Of
| modest little homes, all alike and newly
painted, may be seen near the tracks. In
one of these houses a busy mother is
| combing her little girls hair. Next door
| a middle-aged woman Is washing clothes
on the back porch. Nearby another mother
| is rocking her baby to sleep, while the man
of the house is repairing the window
| screens
| The train stops at Baltimore two min
utes. No time is lost in getting away from
| the station. The engine whizzes over
| switches and across roads, covering two
miles every three minutes. But this Is
| not fast enough. The speed is increased to
| fifty miles an hour and then to a mile a
minute. But even that Is not fast enough.
The fireman piles in the coal and opens up
the draughts and valves. Inc gooo en-
CINE responds. Soon the train Is speeding
at the rate of sixty-five miles an hour and
then at seventy, but the fireman does not
rest until the engineer shouts, seventy
five" Then. to use the f ~. express
sion, I'VE are going some!
We are rapidly leaving everything pc
hind Reading the mileposts Is not. easy.
Across the bridge over the Gunpowder
river the train PUSHES with great roar.
We scoop more water at Edgewood. The
remnants of an old fence running parallel
with the tracks are visible here and there
for a distance. The Brush river. which
soon comes into view. Is much like the low
er Potomac-the same winding and pro-
nounced curve, the trees along the shores
and the general landscape. In fact, The Star
man almost expected to see the Washlngton
monument looming up. The scene Increases
in beauty. AS the river runs toward the
far Maryland and Pennsylvania hills.
family outlined against the horizon almost
lost in the clouds. it resembles restless
silver thread that binds the surrounding
country.
For about ten minutes we rush along at
the rate of seYenty-miles an hour, possibly
eighty. How delightful is this high speed!
And how keen Is the regret when 1t de-
creases! And yet, most travellers would
have no objection to covering mile In
sixty-fiye seconds. But then, most travel
ers are not perched up in the engine cab.
and have not measured a mile In forty-five
seconds.
Another canning factory; chicken farms.
corn fields: open uelQS-dll dIc lcll uCAAho
and Aberdeen, a two-by-four village. is
spot of red and tan when the reporter
/ turned for last glance. Fruit trees take
the place of the common maple and To-
Gusts, but the fruit is neither luscious nor
highly colored Darlington, like Aberdeen,
Is an attractive village, with flowers artis-
tically arranged on the lawn that sloes
station Here we r,s cross the s Sd one
is being dismantled. and will soon be a
thing of the past. There are bridges at all
points, each and west, some away on.
The coal in the tender has rapidly dried
out and its dust flies about. A steam water
pump Is utilized. and good path is given
the floor and the tender. Sixty miles from
Philadelphia the train stops again, because
of the blocked track. The engineer evident
ly thinks things. When the o. X. signal
appears he opens the throttle with vicious
movement. And the snort that responds
indicates that the locomotive itself is evil
IDENTIFY irritated at these humble delays. 1t
careens forward with vengeance. mean
while the systematic sheee-sheee or the air
pump is heard distinctly above all other
noises. Then they die out, and excepting
for the drivers action, there is no SOUND
other than low rumbling.
At Pencader the steeple of a large church
shoots upward The engine takes water
again-nothing like scoops-and then the
train rushes by old Wilmington without
stopping to say "Howdy." We descend
steep grade and pass through the industrial
section of the town. 1t is twenty minutes
past noon. Groups of men are idly MUNICH
ing their lunches. Farther down, at a fac
tory of women's goods, group OF girls are
talking An old woman, barefooted and
dirty, is filing a rusty bucket with Jumps
of coal found along the tracks, where they
may have fallen from some overflled
freight car. mile above, through the
wide open DOORS one catches glimpse of
the interior of an iron foundry, where the
SPARKS which fly about in every direction.
During the next twenty minutes run the
appearance of the country shows that
busy center is being approached. The fields
are better kew and the hand of man IL
evident everywhere. A white painted board
a few feet away from the track indicates
the Delaware state line Chester, as alive
Another SCOOP Not long afterward the
dirty and weather-beaten gray walls Of the
old centennial exposition building can be
discerned.
/ At West Philadelphia where the train
stopped, the writer jumped out of the cab to
relieve his cramped body. We bid goodbye
here to the engineer and the fireman, who
Mr.. Unglaub and Mr.. Redmiles are to re-
turn to Washington on an afternoon train
AS the reporter is entrusted to the tender
cares of the newcomers he Is assured OF an
extra good run to New York. Naturally,
he is elated. The word speed Is the open
sesame to his weakness at this moment.
With grimy face and greasy hands the
train to say a word to the conductor. A
young couple is boarding the train. The
girl Is seemingly alarmed and agitated,
while one of the two men with her Ia