The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-02-23

would still cry for other things you don't want"
 ''I admit the logic,' said Willy, "but ob- Ject to it's application. Can't speak for Wilkins, but I should never cry again. I'd forever coo blissfully.'
 Wilkins said nothing. He was thread ing his way in and out among the car riages in the park, and it may have been that this required all his attention.
 The Stony Lady had been courted in this light and airy manner by these two for more months than dare tell you, and by Willy longer than by Wilkins. The Stony Lady had aided and abetted Willy s nonsense. Everybody did. Thus, through his airy love making, she had come to treat both men lightly and had adopted a tone of frivolity In fighting their ad- vances.
 This vein of seriousness in the Stony Lady was new. It made Wilkins feel that he had been making a free fool of himself He had been using fireworks in stead of 13-inch shells. He had not quite appreciated the Stony Lady.
 As the car darted from the upper en- trance of the park into the broad path of Seventh avenue Willy was still chattering gayly, as much to himself as to Wilkins and the Stony Lady, for they had fallen into a thoughtful silence. Wilkins was pushing the car to reckless speed, for him, and the mounted police eyed the car doubtfully. A great beer wagon with high piled barrels loomed just ahead and then, quite suddenly, the car seemed to rise in the aid with noise of rending wood and metal, followed by the sound of empty barrels dropping hollowly to the ground.
 When the ambulance arrived and the surgeon forced his way through the crowd he found the Stony Lady laughing historically at Willy, who was wipng the dripping blood from his nose upon a piece of derelict newspaper. His head was bound in 8 section of the upholstery or the motor car. Ready hands had carried Wilkins to nearby drug store, where half hundred men, women and boys tried to catch glimpses of him through the plate glass of the doors. Wilkins had not yet recovered consciousness.
 The ward in which Wilkins lay when he regained consciousness was unlike his previous conceptions of hospital. The ceiling, at which he found himself star ing, was in a series of small arches, painted in a glossy yellow that reflected the light annoyingly. The walls were or a sickly blue, and the floor was the hue of a battle field after the carnage The upper portions of the windows were set with blue glass that was out of harmony with every other color in the room.
 The cot on which he lay was of iron, and there were eight or 10 other white iron cots arranged along the walls with only room between for small iron tables. walnut board, with clamp to hold the chart for the temperature record, was hung at the head of each cot. And through everything and over everything prevailed the penetrating odor of iodo- form.
 willy was in the next cot! He was a sight to gladden. the eyes of rlval Around his head were others of those white bandages that's emed to be the fayorite headdress in this corner of the world but the great touch of art was his left eye. Blues and greens and blacks in deep tones formed a decorative master piece below that left eye and gave him a sinister appearance that jeered at his cheerful smile.
 ..She-?" queried wilkins, in a voice that he was surprised to find weak.
 70. K" said Willy. T never touched