Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-29

up then. One of the farm teams has been scared
Next thing that was clear that there wa mt
any driver on the wagon and that them horses
was headed straight for that snarl OF pony carts.
There wa mt any yellin' done. | guess most
eVerybodys throat too choked up. | know
mine was. | only hears one sound above the bang
and rattle of them hoofs and wheels That was
kind Of groan, and looks down to see Mr.. Twom-
bey-Crane standln up IN the seat of a tourin car,
his face the color OF candle, and such look
IN his eyes as l amt anxious to see on any man
again.
Next minute he'd jumped But it want any
use He was too far away. and there big
crowd to get through. Even if he could have got
there soon enough. he couldn't have stopped them
crazy brutes any moren he could have blocked
cannon ball
| feels sick and faint in the pit of my stomach,
and the one thing wants to do just then IS to
shut my eyes. But | couldn't. | couldn't look
anywhere but at that pair of tearin horses and
them broad iron wheels. And that's whv | has
good view of something that Jumps out of the
bushes, lands in heap in the wagon, AM then
sCranlbleS toward the front quick as a cat.
! the red hair and the blue Jersey. and that's
enough knows it's that useless Rusty Quinn
plaVIn' the fool
Now, if he'd had a pair of arms like Teffries
maybe there been some hope Of his pullin down
them horses inside the couple of hundred ieet there
between their front toe calks and where little
Miss Gladys slttln rooted to the cushions of her
pony But Rusty'S muscle development is
about equal to that of a fourteen-year DO y and it
looks like he's gOin do more harm than good when
he grabs the reIns from around the whip socket.
But he stands up, plants his feet wide and settles
back for the pull
Almost before anyone his game, he's done
the trek There's a smash that sounds like buldin'
fan down, crackn and spnterin of oak wood
and iron, a rattn of chains couple of soggv
thumps,-and when the dust settles down we sees
a gray horse rollin' feet up either side of big
maple and the foot of the all that's left of
that yellow and blue wagon. Rusty had put what
strength he had into rein just the right time,
and the pole had struck the trunk square in the
middle.
For minute there was a grand hurrah,
with mothers and fathers rushn TO grab their
youngsters of the and hug en- which
you couldn't blame EN- for dom either. AS for
me. drops off the back Of the coach and makes
bee line for that wreck, so m among the first dozen
get there m in time shove shoulder under
the capsized wagon body and hold it up
Well, there amt any goin into details What
took from under there dCnt look much like
human bein, for it limp and shapeess as
bag Of old rags. But the light haired young teller
that SAID he medical student guessed there
might be life left. He wa nj sure He held
his down, and after he'd listened for a minute
he said maybe something could be done. SO we
laid It of the side boards and logged it up
20 the house. while jumps into a sixty
horse power and starts for a enough doctor.
II was duTIn the next ten minutes, when the
Young student Cuttin off the blue Jersey and
the ridin pants, and pokin and een around, that
Mr.. IwO1nbley-C rane gets the facts of the story.
He didn't have much say; but KNOWN what |