The train stopped upon the road; and the passengers, though appalled by the sight, rushed down the bank to render willing assistance to the sufferers. Among them was the father of the young lady, who leaped frantically down the steep, and passed from one to another of the forms which the survivors had taken from the wreck. "There is your father," said Lieutenant Somers as he recognized him among the excited passengers. "I will go and tell him where you are." "Do, if you please," replied the lady faintly. He ran to the distracted parent, and seized him by the arm as he dashed from one place to another in search of the gentle maiden whose life was part of his own. "Your daughter is out here, sir," said Lieutenant Somers, pointing to the spot where he had borne her. "My daughter!" gasped the agonized father. "Where--where?" "In this direction, sir." "Is she--O Heaven, spare me!" groaned he. "She is hurt, but I think not very badly. Her left arm is broken, and her head is slightly cut." "O God, I thank Thee!" gasped the father, as he walked with the lieutenant to the place where the young lady was sitting on the grass. "I think you need not be alarmed about her," added our officer, anxious to console the suffering parent. "My poor Emmie!" exclaimed the anxious father when they reached the spot, while he knelt down upon the grass by her side, the tears coursing in torrents down his pale cheeks. "Don't be alarmed, father," replied she, putting her uninjured arm around his neck and kissing him, while their tears mingled. "I am not much hurt, father." Lieutenant Somers had a heart as well as a strong and willing arm, and he could not restrain his own tears as he witnessed the touching scene. The meeting seemed to be so sacred to him, that he could not stand an idle gazer upon the expression of that hallowed affection as it flowed from the warm hearts of the father and daughter. "As I can be of no further service here, I will go and do what I can for those who need my help. If you want any assistance, I shall be close at hand," said he, as he walked away to the busy scene of woe which surrounded the wreck. The wounded, the maimed, and the dead were rapidly taken from the pile of ruins, and placed in the cars on the road; and there was no longer anything for the young officer to do. He returned to the grassy couch of her whom he could not but regard as peculiarly his patient. The father had recovered his self-possession, and satisfied himself that Emmie was not more seriously injured than her deliverer had declared. "My young friend, while I thank God that my daughter is still alive, I am very grateful to you for the care you have bestowed upon her," said the father, as he grasped the young officer's hand.