. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . and mysteriousvoices call from their dim folds, an oddsense of helplessness possesses the feel your own insignificance—thenearness of a mighty hand. Not manyyears ago, be-ing in love witha young ladywho lived in thecity, I had oc-casion to travelthis road, nearthe hour of mid-night, two orthree times aweek. Myhome was situ-ated near theriver bank, amile and a halffrom t h estation. ^At thattime, viewingmyself as abold y o u n gcavalier, andendowed withthe spirit of ad-venture handeddown to us fromthe knights ofold, I deemedthese littlejaunts m
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . and mysteriousvoices call from their dim folds, an oddsense of helplessness possesses the feel your own insignificance—thenearness of a mighty hand. Not manyyears ago, be-ing in love witha young ladywho lived in thecity, I had oc-casion to travelthis road, nearthe hour of mid-night, two orthree times aweek. Myhome was situ-ated near theriver bank, amile and a halffrom t h estation. ^At thattime, viewingmyself as abold y o u n gcavalier, andendowed withthe spirit of ad-venture handeddown to us fromthe knights ofold, I deemedthese littlejaunts manlyexploits andlooked uponthem with atinge of pride. As a lover,I differed in no way from the rest of them. One momentraised into the highest exaltation ofglorious possibilities—the next, plungedinto the deepest chambers of hopelessnessand despair—and all over nothing. One summer evening, upon biddingmy lady good-night, I was unusuallydespondent. A depression of soul seizedme, a sense of impending evil which Icould not shake THK OLD BEECH TinCE AS IT LOOKS BY DAVLKJIIT She had made arrangements to takea journey into the South, and her trainwas to leave shortly after my departui(\At the worst we were to be separated foronly a month, but my farewell was sovehement that she became agitated andher startled eyes haunted me as Iplunged down the street on my way to the the trainI opened anewspaper, andthe first thingthat caughtmy attentionwas a flaringheadline tell-ing of an ap-palling wreckwhich had oc-curred thatmorning onone of thesouthernroads. Atanother time Iwould haveavoided read-ing the horiil)lcdetails of tlie(Hsaster, but inthis instancethe in(hvi(hialaccounts of eyewitnesses andsurvivorsstrangely ap-pealed to mymorbid state-ment, in par-ticular, whichimpresseditself upon mymind was thatof an eye witness who describedgraphically and convincingly the awfulspectacle of a young woman in a whitedress being cut completely in two, at thewaist. Ste
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