Mrs. Ahlgrim was driving the car. The crossing is a bad one and the train was probably right onto the car before it was seen. We received the above meager information just at press time.
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between.
"My Lord has need of these flowerettes gay,"
The Reaper said -- and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they
Where He was once a child."
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an Angel visited the green earth
And took the flowers away.
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