St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1910-08-17


on its side and lay hidden.
pair of smashed goggles crunched be-
meath my foot as 1 sprang out of
Wards car, and big brass lamp had
fallen in the middle of the road, crum-
pied like waste paper. Beside it lay a
gold rouge box.
The old woman had somehow saved
herself, or perhaps her saint had help
ed her, for she was sitting in the
grass by the roadside Wailing hyster-
ically and quite unhurt. The body Of
a man lay in a heap beneath the stone
archway, and from his clothes L guess
ed that he had been the driver of the
white car. I say chad been" because
there were reasons for needing no sec
ond glance to comprehend that the
man was dead.
Ward meanwhile was dragging a wo-
man out of the wreck, and after a mo-
1nent went to help him carry her into
the fresh air. She pushed our hands
angrily aside and completed the untan-
clement herself, revealing the scratch
ed and smeared face of Mariana, the
dancer.
"Oh, the pain." she cried. ''That i'm
beetle! If he has let me break my leg!
A pretty dancer l should be! I hope
he is killedv'
Another automobile had already come
up, and the occupants were hastily
alighting. Ward shouted to the fore
most to gol for a doctor.
81 am a DOCTOR" the man answered,
advancing and kneeling quickly by the
dancer. 'And you-you may be of
help yonder.'
We turned toward the ruined car,
where Wards driver was shouting for
US.
''What is it?" called Ward as we ran
toward him.
"Monsieur," he replied, 'there is
some one under the tonneau here!'
From beneath the overturned ton
neau projected the lower part of a
mans leg clad in a brown puttee and
a russell shoe. Wards driver ha6
brought his tools, had lacked up the
car as high as possible, but was still
unable to release the imprisoned body.
After considerable effort we rescued
the imprisoned body, which stirred in
pain.
I found that I was looking almost
straight down into the upturned face
of Larrabee Hartman, and I cannot bet
ter express what this man had come to
be and what the degradation of his life
had written upon him than by saying
that the dreadful thing 1 looked upon
now was no more horrible sight than
the face 1 had seen, fresh from the
valet and smiling in ugly pride at the
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Larue on the day before the Grand
Prix.
We helped to carry him to the doc
tors car and to lift the dancer into
Wards and to get both of them out
again at the hospital at Versailles,
where they were taken.
"Did it seem to you," said George
finally, chat a. man so frightfulIy in
jured could have any chance of getting
wen?"
'No," I answered. ST thought he
was dying as we carried him into the |
hospital"
$50 did I. The top of his head seem
ed all crushed in. Whew!'' After
pause he added thoughtfully, ct will
be a great thing for Louise
Louise was the name of his second
cousin, the girl who had done battle
with all her family and then run away
from them to be Larrabee Harman's
wife. Remembering the stir that her
application for divorce had made,
did not understand how Harman's
death could benefit her, unless George
had some reason to believe that he had
made a will in her favor However,
the remark had been made more TO
himself than to me, and I did not re-
spond- az