Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-20
tETba Wb;n' An Exciting Tale of L0veand Adlen-
1I1O w AAP hHre That Grips From Start TO Finish
By BERTRAND BABCOCK

Making megaphone of her hands she
called up:
Throw in your first-throw In your
hrst-that'll slacken you"
But even before she spoke the man in
the car had been attempting to do 50 The
eVer shot forward, and then before he
could try to mesh the gears, the car lit
orally careened on two wheels. The rid
err hand was forced to quit the lever and
with his other hand grasp more firmly
the wheel
lie rounded the curve and literally fell.
car and man, down the last descent that
separated him from the bit of road beside
the talconhurst stables. Now he seemed
TO have clear sailing, for the road ran
straight, and half mile beyond the sta
pies there was slight rise that would
oe more than sufficient to check the speed
OF the car, intense though it was.
AS car and man blurred past Lady Di-
ana she thought she caught from the car
the words, Thank YOU" and the flash
OF a hand waved in the air.
me next instant there was a thunder
Gus crash, followed by the manifold and
rhuIttudinous sounds of separate mech
ahlsms Of metal being rent asunder all in
one second, yet following one another in
---AU''S II aStlOAS Oh Jlldt second,
The eye of the rider must have devil
ateu from his course in that brief point
OF time when he had waved his hand and
called his thanks to the girl who had the
presence of mind to shout to him the only
thing possible in that crisis
The Accident.
His car, deviating ever so slightly in
mat instant, had rushed into the stone
corner of the bridge Just at the side of
the tootpath. 1t lay in fragments and
twisted bits Of metal. The man, hurled
10 the middle of the highway, SPRAYED
there, bleeding and unconscious.
For long moment men and women
stood without moving. Then Rayner and
Beverley broke the spell. and half doz-
en- OF them darted forward, took up the
form IN the road, and carried it into the
Staole yard. Lady Diana upon her arm
received the limp, hanging head, as thew
put the man upon the ground.
QUICK, Lambert some brandy" order
ed Beverley to the Whips trainer
Grandfather, he's dying" exclaimed
pityingly Lady Diana
Then she looked long into the face.
It's the stranger. my artist" she said
vast sadness falling upon her as she
saw the wrist lying there limp upon
which not SO long before the hunter had
set its mark. He had laughed so blithely
and had taken so good naturedly what
had seemed to her matter of so much
concern, and here he lay dead. or diving
Poor stranger! Poor artist! But a step
from laughter to death, she reflected
sadly
Now Lambert had brought the brandy
but he did not hand it to the Marquis
as he caught sight of the poor, pale face
"lt's Brancaster!"
MY Lord, It's the man we thought a
tout" he said to his employer
II can't help that" answered Beverley
impatiently. The pony cart, quick. The
mans hurt. We must take him to the
| castle at once-at oncen'
Captain Sartoris had been looking into
the face of the inert stranger on the
ground for several minutes in a puzzled
fashion. He knew that he knew the man
but the Punishment of the consciousness
/ had made such a difference in the fea-
lures that he could not recall. Suddenly
he made an exclamation.
Good heavens, cousin! Do you see who
this ISL came from him as memory
cleared.
The Marquis looked at the man on the
ground and then into the face OF the cap
tain. an unspoken inquiry in his own eyes
Ssrtoris took 4 deep breath, the better
to subdue his own lively establishment,
'It's-It's- Brancaster," he said
Continued In Next Issue.