The Minneapolis journal., 1906-07-11
Wednesday, July IL, 1906.

the little town of that name and knows
it n0t), and leisure enough in which
to. do it. Business, she knew not of
what nature, had carried her father to
London nearly week ago: She would,
er, she said with a pout, the mistress
Of hours by which she could profit so
little. Her mood, indeed, had become
one Of cynical Indifference, tempered
by the reflection that this was the first
visit the earl had paid to London since
her escapade: What, she asked, if a
even nows The weeks of safety in
spired sense of security which cir
cumstances hardly justified. She paled
and trembled when she asked herself
what such a passionate man as her
father would do if the truth were dis
covered by him. --
Here, truly, was no impulse to the de-
lights of speed or to that recklessness
which the vicar chided. Evelyn drove
slowly, hersthoughts vagrant and way
ward, her attitude that of one who has
not pleasure awaiting her at her jour
ney's end. She had traversed over
twenty miles Of, the distance and was
just looking out for that well-known
landmark, the spire of the village
church, when startled cry from the
usually phIegmatic Bates aroused her
attention and called upon a self-posses-
SION winch rarely IdlleQ ner.
A horse and carriage-bolting be-
hind us, your ladyship-put her on the
fourth-my God, he's coming right on
top Of uss-quiek, your ladyship-a
horse bolting-' +.
s. He stood up in the dicky and waved
his arms and continued to cry, =. "A
horse bolting!'' as tho by repetition
alone he would bring her to a sense Of
danger. Evelyn, upon her part, cast
one startled glance behind her and in
stantly became aware Of the situation.
For down the road, which sloped slight
ly toward them, a horse bolted madly
in their direction, swinging a light
S.. brougham from footpath to footpath
and leaving a dense cloud of dust to
bear witness to the speed So mad was
the gallop that the frightened beast,
seen first at a distance perhaps of 600
yards, was no more than 300 yards from
them when Evelyn opened the. throttle
of her car to the full and sent it racing
down the incline as it had never raced
miles an hour the speed indicator regis
tered, and still the car appeared to be
gaining speed. Behind, as tho in vain
pursuit, the laundering sound Of hoofs
waxed louder; and once: or twice in the
interludes of sounds, mans voice
could be heard crying to the horse and
to those in the car incoherent words in
AN unknown tongue. ~
!. = Let, her go, for Gods sake, your
. sladyship-let her go-he's coming up
keep to the right-don' t mind the cor
ner-we'I do it yet These and
many other exclamations fell from
Bates volcanic lips as he elung to the
: the mad horse into the hedge by the
wild waving of a spasmodic arm. His
appeal to her to keep to the right
showed that he, at any rate, had not
- lost his head. Instructive habit sent
the animal flying to the left hand side
: eof the road as he would naturally be
Sbrougham lurched wildly. the terrified
: horse returned to his accustomed place
again and again, taking the corners in
wide sweeps and increasing his speed
: with his terror. A great raw bony
brute that had been ridden to hounds
the previous winter, his gallop was that
of a thorobred over good grass lands
Even the ten-horsepower car could not
keep it's lead. Evelyn knew that he
was overtaking her. The shadow of
catastrophe. seemed to creep over her
very shoulders. els he far off now9'
she would ask Bates despairingly,
The answer, many times repeated, be-
gan to be monotonous. r: -
..TKeep to the right, milady-don It
:. mind the corner-I'H blow the. horn
: for you-now you re gaining bit
oh, that s fne-let her go-we I'll do
it yet, milady.' 'S=&
s.e.. Evelyn, it may be, realized her own
peril less than that of those in the
brougham. A man 8 cry, whatever read
ing Of character might be placed upon
it, seemed to her an evidence of grave
danger and piteous fear. But for this,
her own courage would have almost
delighted in the rare sensation Of speed
and flight and all the doubt of the ulti-
mate issue. Guiding her car with a
brave hand, she was conscious of a
rushing wind upon her face; Of hedges,
fields, trees approaching, disappearing,
during that ominous race; of voice
speaking to her; Of a question many
Will they be killedg', And yet the
speed Of it. both excited and sustained
her She swung round the corners as
an arm upon a pivot; Rugged diff
cult path with the skill Of an old me-