The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-22
Exciting Play of the Same Name By BERTRAND BABCOCK
  

plate and rega1ned his own carriage and compartment without his absence having been noted
 With a speed that gradually fell away the horse box, with The Whip inside and Harry fast asleep, rumbled through the tunnel and came to stop on the main line. directly in the path of the first train which should come along. near Manf1eld junction.
 The whistle and the sounds of the rapid approach through the tunnel of the down express came very plainly through the darkness, just as motor containing two men and Mrs. Beam 1sh dashed around a bend in the road and came to a palpitating, pant1ng stop near the horse box and at one side of the line.
 Mrs. Beamish and her two escorts from the establishment below stairs at Falconhurst darted across the line and pounded upon the door of the horse box as the train in the tunnel moved nearer and nearer.
 Finally Harry put his head out of the window and the frenZied voice of Mrs. Beamish came to him:
 "Qu1ck, Harry! The down express's on youl You're cut off and The Whip and you'll be ki1ledr' she shouted above the roar of the oncoming train.
 Harry cast one glance behind him, saw the rushing express and then threw down the sidedoor of the horse box.
 The Whip was led across the line and to safety under the very glare of the headlight of the express. Not second after this the engine of the ex- press ploughed into the car just left by Harry and The Whip and was de railed. while the engine driver fell. badly hurt. to the ground.
 The light impeachment of the horse box served to derail several of the car r1ages behind, which had been travel ing at high speed, and a number of passengers were hurled out or thrown violently against partitions and other immovable objects with the train.
 Amid escaping steam and a fire. which had started among the wreck age, the work of succor was begun.
 Among those who labored none worked with greater courage than the Rev. Werner Haslam. His train had been stopped after the crash and had backed down to render aid. It was he who crawled among the splintered. burning mass on the line to bring out many of the children who had been in the express.
 On the day after the wreck and the day before the great race The Whip made her triumphal entry into New market. The march toward what all in the Beverley stables felt to be vic tory ended for the day when the racer was escorted by touts, racing men. tipsters and youngsters into the yard of the Rutland Arms hotel, with sev eraI policemen to keep the crowd at a safe distance from the pride of Bever- ley.
 After Lady Diana had greeted the horse upon which so much of her hap pfness depended and the animal had been led into the box in which all of the Beverley winners had been quar- tered, Tom Lambert and Mrs. Beam ish were alone in the great yard of the old inn.
 Lady Diana had exclaimed before she went into the hostelry that The Whip would surely march to victory on the following day, and now that they were alone the trainer turned sav- agely upon the humbled and contr1te Mrs. Beamish.
 And if it isn't victory snorted Lam- bert to Mrs. Beamish, ''it will be your fault. Mrs. BeaInishH'
 ''Miner' she exclaimed.
 ''Yes. Do you think it did our crack any good to gallop her over railroad lines and sleepers ?"
 ''There was no time to put down a Brussels carpet she responded in her vo1ce or acid. Did you want me to leave her in the box?'
 ''I did not want you to leave me in the wrong box" said the trainer with dignity.
 'fIn the wax works? ?'' she countered. 'Your own fault. Why did you go there?''
 ''For an evenings pleasure" he said sullen1y.
 Well. you got it, didn't your" said this woman of torments "Why should you be ashamed of it and hide?''
 Because you've suspicious mind" he said