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THE WRECK OF THE 10:10
By Harold Carter.
It was. a slack evening in the
office, I remember, and. a group
of us were sitting chatting
around - the reporters' table
farthest from Dunning, the night
editor, who had looked around
rather frowhingly once" or twice,
as if the conversation disturbed
"Yes, I'll Gb
him. He was always busy
enough; he was the kind of man
who made work, silent, uncom
municative, through rather, I
think, from shyness than owing
to any unsympathetic quality.
Broad's fiancee was to arrive
that evening on the 10:10 from
Washington, and Broad, who had
been celebrating in honor of the
event, was telling us all the de
rails of. their recent quarrel and
reconciliation. She had gone
down to the capital to visit a sis
ter, and they had parted without
saying good-bye, for some cause
flimsy enough, but very serious
in the minds of the two lovers.
Then she had written forgiving
him, and so that evening they
would be united again. That was
all, but Broad was telling it with
a whole wealth of detail.
"Dunning is a Washington
man, too," said Broad, flourish
ing his hands expressively. "But
he doesn't care. If he knew that
I must get off tonight, likely as
not he'd pick a special assign
ment for me out of spite. But I
don't bear him malice poor old
Dunning! I hear his wife and he
fight like dogs and cats."
"Sh-h!" said some one; and
just then a boy entered with a
late edition of .the "Planet," wet
from the press, and handed it to
Dunning. We saw him glance at
it, then suddenly rivet his atten
tion on the staring black letter
that covered one-third of the
front page. He looked round
and his eye searched our ranks.
"Mr. Broad!" he said sharply,
and then, changing his mind, left
his seat and hurried toward us.
"Mr. Broad, I want vou to go out
to Crayfield instantly. The 10:10
from Washington has been
wrecked outside the station. Hur
ry, and telephone all the news.
And say, try to get a list of the
"My God !" said Broad, and
sank down into his seat. He
buried his face in his hands and
his shoulders shook convulsively.