The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-13
CHAPTER XVII.
A Chance Of the Game.

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The first impression that came to
Orme with returning consciousness
was one Of impending disaster. His
mind was renewing its last thought
before 1t had ceased to work.
Then he realized that tb3 disaster
had already occurred, and he moved
his arms and legs. to see II they had
been injured. They gave him no
pain, and he raised himself to a sit
ting position.
The soft night hovered about him.
He heard confusedly the droning OF
insects, and the distant mournful call
OF whip-poor-will. The roar of the
car was strangely missing. What had
become of it? And where was Arima
These were the first question he
asked himself as he became able to
think without confusion.
He now became aware that his head
hurt, and raising his hand, he found
a large bump under the hair above
his right temple. Turning, he discov.
cred that he had been thrown over the
fence into field of Understanding
grain, which had broken his fall. His
head must have struck the fence in
passing.
He got to his feet. At first he was
bothered by dizziness, but that soon
disappeared.
Climbing the fence, he saw that the
car had turned over on one side. Al
a glance there were no evidences OF
superficial damage, but it would take
a team of horses and some time to
right it and get it back into the road
The lamps had been extinguished
In the ditch near the car lay Arima
One of his legs was bent under him
horribly. Orme hurried over to him
The Japanese was conscious. His
beady eyes glittered wetly in the star
light, but he said no word, gave nc
groan, made no show of pain. What
ever he may have suffered, he en-
dured with the stoicism that is ira
ditional in his race.
Much hurt?" asked Orme, bend
ing over him.
my leg is broke" Arima spoke I'm.
emotionally.
Orme considered. It'll send you
help" he said, at last. Lie quiet for
little while, and you will be looked
after"
He rose, smoothed out his clothing
and pulled himself together. 1t was
not part of his program to let whom
ever he might meet know that he him
self had been concerned in the wreck
In a moment he returned to Arima
"Tll have to have those papers," he
said.
Silently the Japanese reached with
in his coat and drew out the papers
He held them for Orme to take.
"You have me beat" he said. Spirit
told me I must fail"
A picture of the scene In Madam
Alias rooms came to Orme; the dark
ness broken only by pinpoint O.
gaslight; the floating, ghostly forms
the circle of awed believers, with the
two Japanese, intent as children.
The mediums work for him haC
not ended when she helped him to es
cape. Mentally he redoubled his
thanks to her, for she had so impress
ed the fatalistic mind of Arima that
he gave the papers over without ma
king necessary final struggle.
BY the size and shape of the paperi
!
to make sure that he was not being
deceived, he slid his hands over Ari
mas coat, and felt in the pockets. HI
found nothing that resembled thu
papers he had, so he thrust them int
his own pocket,
He now took out his watch. TherC
was not enough light to see what timt
1t was, and he ran his fingers oVel
the dial, as he had done during tina
time of Imprisonment, earlier In thu
evening AS nearly as he could tel
1t was ten minutes past nine. HI
could hardly believe that it was 81
early.
With final. Take 1t easy" to Ari
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toward the lights of house, a quarte
of mile ahead.
He had 1t In mind to examine tn,
papers. to find clue to the name o
the girls father. The sentiment whicl
had led him to refuse her offer to tel
him everything must now be neglecE
ed. There might still be time to de
liver the papers before midnight. bu
ne did not dare delay.
For one thing. he had only tn
haziest notion as to his whereabouts
Obviously he was somewhere west o
Evanston. but that meant little in al
unfamiliar country. He would have L
find some conveyance