Charlevoix county herald., 1910-10-29
CHAPTER Viii.
The Second Section.

ne SECOND ScCtioH.
Have you ever been picked up out
of your Internationally life, whirled
around in a tornado OF events, and
landed In situation so srotesque ana
yet so horrible that you laugh even
while you are grooming, and straining
at it's hopelessness? Mcknight says
that is hysteria, and that no man
worthy of the name ever admits to IL.
Also, as Mcknight says, 1t sounds
like tank drama. Just as the revoiv-
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 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 howling
out the absurdity and the madness or
the whole thing. And while l 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 I would have TO
put her out Of my mind.
And yet, all the night that followed,
filed as 1t was with the shrieking de-
mons OF pain, saw her as had seen
her last, in the queer hat with green
ribbons. / told the doctor this, guard
eddy, the next morning. and he said 1t
was the morphia, and that i was lucky
not to have seen a row OF devils with
green tails.
I don't know anything about the
wreck OF September last. You VINO
| 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 that
at first was nothing but sky, heap Oh
clouds that | thought hazily were the
meringue on blue charlotte russo.
As the sense OF hearing was slowly
added to vision, l heard woman near
me sobbing that she had lost her hat
pin. and she couldn't keep her hat on
think dropped back into uncon'
seriousness again, for the next thing
I remember was of my blue patch OF
sky clouded with smoke, of strange
roaring and cracking Of a rain ol
fiery sparks in my face and OF some
body beating at me with feeble hands
opened my eyes and closed them
again: The girl in blue was bending
over me. With that imperviousnes'
to big things and keenness to smat
I that is the first effect of shock. triet
to be facetious, when spark stunt
my cheek.
You will have to rouse yourself!
the girl was repeating desperately
you've been in fire twice already.
\ A niece OF striped ticking floated slow
" over my head. AS the wind caugh
it its charring edges leaped into flame
Il Looks like a kite, doesn't it?"
remarked cheerfully And then, a
nv arm gave an excruciating throb-
"Jove, how my arm hurts."
The girl bent over and spoke slo"
". distinctly, as one might speak to
deaf person or child.
\ Listen. Mr.. Blakeley," she sal
earnestly. "You must rouse yourself
There has been a terrible accident
The second section ran into US. Tn
wreck is burning now, and IL We don
move. we will catch FIRE. Do 20
hear?"
CTo BE CoNTINUED)