Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1875 — A Remarkable Escape and Thrilling Ineident. [ARTICLE]

A Remarkable Escape and Thrilling Ineident.

A correspondent of the Boston JdMKSSiSSeM G * rmaDy>arrateß a pleasant-faced young woman, going, I. think,forthe first time-after her marriage, „ to visit her parents at her old home, to show them their two fine grandchildren. At least, this was the little history I bultt 1 up for her in my own brain from a word' or two that I heard between her and her young husband at the station as he put her into the carriage with an affectionate farewell. I always watch with great interest the farewells and greetings of >ny fellowtravelers, and have a fashion of thinking out far myself the whole story of their previous Uvea from the little hints that I get-in this way. It nAo me as if I were permitted to open the second volume of an interesting romance and allowed to read only one short scene in this, and risked to guess as nearly as possible from this one acene the previous course of the story and the characters of the actors in ft. r ■ i, The youngest child waa an, infant of about three or four months old—very rjuiet and good; the other was a pretty,.restless little girl of three, who could not be still M’fcfngle moment, and kept the careful mother busy by her questions and wants and childish prattle. ■ She was not at all 1 bashful, and soon talked to us also in such a natural, coquettish, condescending way that we were quite in love with the Channing little lassie, and begged her mother not to check her innocent advances to US. - Jh wwqnd " When we had been traveling together fdr two at Three hours, and begatf'to feel quite like old acquaintances, while the train was going at full speed, the mother ■ half rose from her seat to place the Tittle girl, who had left her place, again on the How-hrtippeped I never understood; it-WMwae of those accidents which seem impossible, and, in fact, only happens once In a hundred thousand times; but, just as she stood half-erect, holding her sleeping babe upon one arm arid her little, frolicsome maiden somewhat awkwardly on the other, the little girl made one of her sudden, quick movements, and in an instant she was gone from our eyes. What a moment! The poor mother stood fixed and rigid in exactly the same attitude, her arm stm .benfeiAAtoMigh around her child, gazing with wide-open, fixed Mes at ths place whence she vrinTsKem She' seemed* literally suddenly turned tt* . stone; with the rest of ?s the case was almost the same. How long thia lasted not knQW; ft ||emned to us much longer than-ft realty |vas. Th’entheyotingmother seehidd to come to herself, and made a sudden movement as if. ahe would spring through the window after her vanished darling, nqw far away. I caught her quiCkiy fnst and held her while the kind young lady who sat opposite to me took the baby from her arms, anti we all began to talk together, no one listening to the other, about what was to be done for her: Somehow w*» and the mother, withouVspeaking to one of %s, dr even looking at us, left the train, supporting herself on one arm-of. the sympathizing .guard, while he held the still sleeping baby fast :ibthe ouMri J ’',; r ' l Of course the train must go with increased speed to make up for the moment of delay, so there was no chance for ue to see more of the poor bereaved mother. “Telegraph to Us at the next station,”> said one of the railroad functionaries to the'guard. “Yes, yes, be sure to do it immediately,” cried a dozen voices; for in some mysterious way the news of the accident had run through the train as if by electricity, and a long row of sympathizing faces watched from the earri&ge the disappearing forms of the mother and the guard.

“It will take her half an hour to reach the spot, and it is just thirty-five minutes now to the next station,” said the stout gentleman in the corner, taking out his watch and holding it open in his hand, his eyes fixed upon it. He had struck me as ohen of*-the most selfish* rind disagreeable ojd gentlemen possible; scarcely answering a polite question from a neighbor, ahTthen in the shortest mid gruffest manner possible ; he had seemed completely absorbed by his newspaper and his snuff-box, riot having noticed the little fairy, in any’way except to glance at her now and then .with a savage expression as her clear, childish laugh had disturbed his reading. Now his whole soul seemed to be fixed oil the watch before him, and he “chided the tardy flight of time’ 1 again and again in words more forcible than ornamental. Now, at last, we aw there; the train halts and one of the guards runs quickly into the little office over which “"Telegraph” is painted. Everybody who can' possibly get his or her head out of the window, en that side, thrusts it out There is a moment of intense suspense; here comes the guard again, with'a dispatch in his hand; he Stands about midway between the ends of the train and begins to - read it out in his clear, loud, official tones : “Child perfectly sound; alighted .on a pile of straw in a field, not two feet from a stone wall!”

Then what a scene! Everyman at the train windows has his hat off in a moment and is waving it and cheering as ifhe would split his throat; eveiy woman is buried in her pocket-handkerchief, crying and laughing together. ' The stout old egotist and the- vain yuung dandy have thrown their arms around- each other, and are embracing with that heartiness that belongs to the sons of the Vaterland, although they never met before this morning.' The stiff old maid in the corner' has shaken my hands in both hers so many times that I feel they are quite sore. All the inhabitants of the little village come running around tile train: "Whal is it ? Where is tie? Is it the Kaiser him. self, or is it the Kron Prinz?” they ask in bewildered excitement at the sight of ours. But all the Kaisers and Kron Prinzes in Europe put together could not have aroused the flood of feeling that surged through that train. It was sympathy with a sentiment far older than loyalty—older than the Kings to whom loyalty is due—which was stirring every heart; it was sympathy with a mother’s love! The presence of tiie prairie-chicken season is increasing the interest of all clwt the science pf trigger-nomftry,