The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-03-03
CHAPTER VIII,



Have You ever been picked up out
of your three.meals-a-day life, whlried
around in a tornado Of events and
landed in situation so grotesque ana
yet so horrible that you laugh even
while you are groaning, and straining
at it's hopelessness? Mcknight says
that is hysteria, and that no man
worthy of the name ever admits to IT,
Also, as Mcknight says, it sounds
like a tank drama. Just as the revolV-
ing saw is about to cut the hero INTO
stove lengths, the second villain blows
up the sawmill. The hero goes up
through the roof and alights on the
bank of a stream at the feet OF his
lady love, who is making daisy chains.
Nevertheless, when was safely
home again, with Mrs Klopton brew
ing strange drinks that came IN paper
packets from the pharmacy, and that
smelled to heaven, remember stag
gering to the door and closing it, and
then going back to bed and bowling
out the absurdity and the madness OF
the whole thing. And while ! laughed
my very soul was sick for the girl
was gone by that time, and ! knew by
all the loyalty that answers between
men for honor that would nave TO
put her out OF my mind
And yet. all the night that followed,
filled as it was with the shriekng de
mons OF pain, saw her as J had seen
her last. In the queer hat with green
ribbons. told the doctor this guard
edly. the next morning. ana he said it
was the morphia, and that ! was lucky
not to have seen a row OF devils with
green tails.
| don't know anything about the
wreck of September last You who
swallowed the details with your coffee
and digested the horrors with your
chop. probably know great deal more
than do. remember very distinctly
that the jumping and throbbing in my
arm brought me back to world thai
at first was nothing but sky heap o.
clouds that thought hazily we're thu
meringue on a blue charlotte russo
As the sense Of hearing was slowly
added to vision ! heard woman nea
me sobbing that she had lost her ha
pin. and she couldn't keep her hat on
think 7 dropped back into uncon
sciousness again fo the next thini
remember was Of my blue patch o
sky clouded with smoke, Of strange
roaring and cracking Of 2 rain O
fiery sparks in my face and " sQmf
body heating at me with feeble hands
! opened my eyes and closed ther
again The girl in blue was bendin
over me With that imperyiousnes
to big things and keenness TO smaI
that is the first effect Of shock ! trio
to be facetious, when a spark stun
my cheek
You win have to rouse yourself,
the girl was repeating desperately
You've been in fire twice already
A piece Of striped ticking 0oated SLOW
~ over my head As the wind caigl
ii its charring edges .eaped into fam
Looks like a klte, doesn't it?'
remarked cheerfllly And then, q
my arm gave an excrucating throb-
"Joye, how my arm hurts
The girl bent over and spoke slo'
~. distinctly. as one might speak to
deaf person or a child.
Listen. MIR Blakeley," she sal
earnestly. You must rouse yoursel
, There has been terrible aeciden
The second section ran into us. III
',reck is burning now, and II We don
! uoye, we win catch fire DO yC
heart
Her voice and my arm we're brin
, ing NE to my senses. u hear | sal
1-rn sp up in second Arc "
. hurt2' ~
NO. only bruised DO yea fhil
! ~ draw in' 'l'' Up one foot nl<- ano'n'
They seem 60 msX al right, .
!. remarked obviously yWoald YOU mi
!, telling NE where ~ back Of my he
has 9ones %n't help thinking
isn't there
She mu,,6a quick examination y
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