Atlanta Georgian., 1913-10-20
"Yes, | 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.


the along the bank 1t beaut
day the dull grayhbue clouds reflected the water the
late afternoon finished a days work
beautiful world the whose life went
suddenly the light of candle the big train around
the
Such little incident railroading does
much delay The emergency brakes set but there
shonO passengers except few the observation plat
form, knew that anything had happened.
One young the rghhand side of that platform,
you toward the engine turned white for he had it
lay the the hill when the train
few past.
He and half dozen others the youngest the train
back with the railroad who sent formally to do
what is customary
minutes they could run and Of
breath they and the railroad returned and with them
brakeman who had carried red ag prevent rearend col
lision
They came running hurrying climbing observation
platform and the train ofhe made up the three
four minutes lost She had done exactly the thing
weeks before
pale young man who had seen recovered his
and excited except the very small boy who had
rapidly exhausted all Of the comic newspapers the obseva
on and much of fresh excitement He could
find pay attention him. except lady who evidently
does good deal of travelling this train
She said the little boy Yes guess he right
never knew this train to touch and not kill him You
see it goes pretty fast"
that the train had not run over the man.
but had Just touched him. and the little boy thought per
haps he not dead.
But he dead, dead any little ant that you have
crushed walking along the garden path the rail
roads fault not the engineer fault he had blown his whistler
and the section hand-the dead section hand
knew the whistle death stayed near the track
Custom makes danger.
This hand" had thought it while to cross all the
tracks and clear the flying Century He put his against
the steep bank leaving he thought suction
caused by the flying train his receness brought him
Employees supposed pretend ignorance of all
accidents But employee told the short story writer
whom he knew THE cylinder Just touched him and
took his head clean off, though it had cut with
knife"
Here if you choose you chance to moralize on life
its significance and the little leaf growing
call the human falling vanishing any other leaf
1t is not the man. but the that counts
It is the that built the great train intelligence of
the race that has just united the Atlantic Ocean Pacific
Ocean.
1t the race millions working together that gradually
make the life of the while the Importance of the in
dividual greater
The the real SUPERMAN the real power And each
individual section hand forgotten that he dies or
great forgotten when the stop talking about
him find his comfort that he belongs TO THE
RACE shares in its accomplishment helps work and will
probably return to this planet and millions of times
long the planet lives some other bigger
and better planet when this one diesand forever
Ps-For the serious mind Note that the Hvina train m
hes modern industry and civilization No train was
exciteda majority did that anything had happened
train had killed a BUT IT WAS NOBODY S BUSINESS
1t was not the engineer fault; he had done his duty
II not the passengers fault they did the train
IT was not the railroad S fault it laid down
It nobodys FAULT; but the man WAS DEAD
If any INDIVIDUAL PASSENGER had killed the man that
passenger would have refused leave body would have in
quired the children would have felt remorse lost
appetite blamed himself had the dead been really to
blame.
But as the passengers the train the engineer and
road ALL COMBINED killed him, NO ONE felt responsible
So is in industry and civilization.
Ten are killed in day mine. No respon-
sibe Stockholders managers engineers all say did not do
it''-again NO ONE TO BLAME.
miserable woman starves to death in her garret in big
city Civilization says did one to blame and
goes
We shver with horror when read individual body
owned slave beaten to death.
We hrug shoulders and say. did not dc it. when
read Of thousand wageowned slaves miseraby paid
girls driven to despair by poverty