Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-24

he made better breakfast than did
It was one o'clock before we got tc
Baltimore. After half hours wait
sc took local for Nj, the sta
ion near which the cinematograph
picture had been taken.
We passed the scene of the wreck
Mcknight with curiosity, I with a
the fields was the little farm house
where Alison West and I had intend
ed getting coffee, and winding away
from the track, maple trees shading
it on each side, was the lane where
We had stopped to rest, and where
had-it seemed presumption beyond
belief nowhere had tried to com.
'ort her by patting her hand.
We got out at Al. small
place with two or three houses and a
general store. The station was one.
roomed affair, with railed-off place
at the end, where scale, telegraph
instrument and chair constituted the
entire furnishing.
The station agent was young man
mering piece of wood over hole in
the floor to ask where we wanted to
$50. :. Is \
We're not going" said Mcknight
we're coming. Have a cigar?'
The agent took it with an inquirina
glance, first at it and then at US.
1--WE want to ask you few ques.
tions," began Mcknight, perching him.
self or the railing and kicking the
chair forward for me. COR, rather, this
gentleman does"
''Wait minute" said the agent,
glancing through the window. There
is hen in that crate choking herself
to death"
He was back in minute, and took
up his position near a sawdust-filled
box that did duty as a cuspidor.
Nov fire away" he said.
'In the first place." began, "do
you remember the day the Washing
ton Filler was wrecked below here?'
DO T." he said. Did Jonah re-
member the whale?"
Were you on the platform here
when the first section passed."
II was"
"Do you recall seeing man hang
Ing to the platform of the last carr"
There was no one hanging there
when she passed here" he said with
conviction II watched her out Of
sight"
did you see anything that morning
Of man about my size, carrying .
small grip. and wearing dark clothes
and derby hat?" asked eagerly.
Mcknight was trying to look, uncoab
cerned. but l was frankly anxious. It
was clear that the man had jumped
somewhere in the mile of track just
beyond.
well, yes. did" The agent cleared
his throat. when the smash came
the operator at NIX sent word along
the wire. both ways. l got it here,
and l was pretty near crazy. though l
knew 1t wasn't any fault Of mine.
II was standing on the track look
ing down, for I couldn't leave the Of
fee, when young fellow with light
hair limped up to me and asked me
what that smoke was over there.
That's what's left Of the Washing
ton Flier,' said. and guess there's
souls going up in that smoke.
"'Do you mean the frst section7:
he said, getting kind Of greenfsh-yel-
low
That's what mean I said; split
to kindling wood because Rafferty,, on
the second section, didn't want to be
late
HE put his hand cut in front Of
him. and the satchel fell with bang.
my God.' he said, and dropped
right on the track in = heap.
II got him into the station and he
came around, but he kept on grooming
something awful. He'd sprained his
ankle, and when he got little better
drove him over IN Carter's milk wag-
on to the Carter place, and l reckon
he stayed there q SPELL"
That's all, 10 IT." asked.
That's all-or. NO, there's some
thing else. About noon that day. one
Of the Carter twins came down with
q note from him asking me to send
. long-distance message to some one
In Washington"
To whom" I asked eagerly.
II reckon rye forgot the name, but
the message was that this fellow
Sullivan Vas his nams-was ct No.
and y the man had escaped from the