Mrs. Brown's Miraculous Reunion with Virginia Olmstead after the Train Wreck

“As you know, I was never dramatic, so I shall have to tell you of what happened on that fateful: morning in my own way, without embellishment. The mystery and marvel of it still overpower me when I think about it. I had relieved a poor woman and a little boy who were wounded and turned to a gray haired man with a little girl fast in his arms. The man was dead, I could see at a glance, but the child moaned, and stooping I turned her gently toward me * * * Mary, can you believe me when I tell you that I was gathering in my arms my own precious Virginia * * * hurt, but still alive, calling piteously for her father who would never speak to her again * * * She knew me at once, half dazed as she was, and I can never forget the clutch of her little fingers on my arm, the sudden joy in those warm yellow eyes. — The Young Woman's Journal 34:8”