Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-01-23

on the main line, directly in the path
Of the first train, which should come
along, near Manifold 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. Beamish
dashed around bend in the road and
came to q palpitating, painting 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 up the door Of the horse box
as the train in the tunnel moved near
er and nearer.
Finally Harry put his head out OF
the window and the frenzied voice OF
Mrs. Beamish came to him.
Quick, Harry! The down expresses s
on you! You're cut off and The Whip
and you'll be killed." 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 or
the headlight Of the express. Not a
second after this the engine OF the eX-
press ploughed into the car just left
by Harry and The Whip and was de-
rallied, while the engine driver fell
badly hurt to the ground.
The light impediment Of the horse
box served to derail several Of the
carriages behind, which had been
travelling at high speed, and 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. 1t 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 sew
eral 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
piness 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
savagely upon the humbled and con-
trite Mrs. Beamish.
And if it isn't" snorted Lam
bert to Mrs. Beamish. ut will be your
fault, Mrs. Beamish!"
Mime" 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
Brussels carpet" she responded in heI
voice of acid. Did you want me tc
leave her in the box?"
II did not want you to leave me in
the wrong box" said the trainer with
dignity.
In the wax works." she continued
Your own fault Why did you &C
there"
For an evenings pleasure" he said
sullenly.
! We'll, you got it, didn't you.?" said
this woman of torments. why should
you be ashamed Of it and hide?"