Atlanta Georgian., 1913-10-20
Eyes, | Guess 1t Killed Him."
Said the Lady, and 1t Did
When the Fast Train Touches" Man. That the End The
Moral Is Men IN the Mass Shirk Responsibility.
right

thin trail of smoke dred behind losing itself the many
coored leaves of the along the river bank 1t beaut
fu day the dull graysh blue clouds reflected the water the
late afternoon finished days work
And it was beautiful world whose life
suddenly the light of candle the big train around
the
Such life and in railroading does
much delay The emergency brakes but there
shockno passengers except few the observation plat
form knew that anything had happened.
One young man. rghthand side of that platform
you look toward the engine turned white for he had
lay in the trench between the track and the hill when the train
few past
He half Others the youngest the train
back with the railroad who sent formally to do
what is customary
minutes they could run of
breath they and the railroad returned and with them
brakeman who had carried red flag to reaend col
lision.
They running hurryng, climbing the observation
platform and the train ofshe made the three
four minutes She had done exactly thing
weeks before.
The pale young who had it soon recovered his
excited except very small boy
rapidly exhausted all of the comic newspapers the oberva
ton and much need of fresh excitement He could
find to attention him. except lady who evidently
does good deal of travelling this train.
She said the little boy Yes guess he dead all right
never knew this train to touch and not kill him You
see it goes pretty fast"
had said not run over the man.
but had lust touched him. and the little boy thought per
haps he not dead.
But he dead dead any little you
crushed walking along the garden path It rail
roads fault not the engineer fault he had blown his whistle
and the section handthe dead section hand
knew the whistle death he stayed track
Custom makes danger.
This hand had not thought worth while to cross all the
tracks and clear the flying Century He put back against
the steep bank leaving he thought suction
caused by the flying train his recessness brought him
too Employees supposed pretend ignorance of all
whom he knew The steam cylinder head just touched him and
it took his head clean off, though had been cut with
knife
Here you choose you have chance moralize on fe
its significance and the little leaf growing on tree we
call the human falling and vanishing like any other leaf
1t is not the man but the that counts
1t the that built the great train the intelligence of
the race that has just united the Atlantic Ocean the Pacific
Ocean
1t is the the millions working together that gradually
make the life of the worth while the Importance of the in
dividual greater
The is the real sUPERMAN the real power And each
individual section hand forgotten the hour that he dies or
great forgotten when the newspapers talking about
him. find his in the fact that he belongs TO THE
RACE shares in its accomplishment helps work and will
probably return to this planet over and millions of times
as long the planet lives work other bigger
and better planet when this diesand forever.
PS-For the serious mind Note that the fvng train tvp
hes modern industry and civilization. No train was
excited majority did know that anything had happened
train had killed BUT IT WAS NOBODY s BUSINESS
L was not the engineer fault he had done his duty
1t was not the passengers fault they did run the train
It not the railroad fault; it laid down rules
It was nobodys FAULT; but the man WAS DEAD.
IF any INDIVIDUAL PASSENGER had killed the man that
passenger would have refused leave the body would have in
qured for the wife and children would remorse lost
appetite blamed himself had the dead been really to
blame
But as the passengers the the engineer and the rail-
road ALL COMBINED killed him, NO ONE felt responsible
So it is in industry and civilization.
Ten are killed in day mine No one respon-
sble Stockholders engineers all say did not do
t"-again, NO ONE TO BLAME.
miserable woman saryes to death her garret in big
city Civilization says, l did do it one to blame and
so it goes.
We shiver with horror when read of individual body
owned slave beaten to death.