Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-20
WTba Wh;p" An Exciting Tale of L0veand Advea
L lAO w AAAP tire That Grips From Start TO Finish
By BERTRAND BABCOCK

Making megsphone of her hands she
called up:
Throw in your first-throw in your
hrst-that'H slacken you"
But even before she spoke the man in
the car had been attempting to do so. The
lever shot forward, and then before he
| could try to mesh the gears, the car lit
| orally careened on two wheels. The rid
ers 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 Falconhurst stables. Now he seemed
TO have clear sailing, for the road ran
stralght, and half mile beyond the sta
pies there was slight rise that would
De 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 hand waved in the air
Inc next instant there was a thunder
GUS crash, followed by the manifold and
mulutudinous sounds of separate mech
ahlsms Of metal being rent asunder all in
oie second yet Following one another in
| ~ AASNSIloilS Oh lndt second.
The eye of the rider must have devil
ated 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 onlT
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 footpath. 1t lay in fragments and
twisted bits of metal. The man, hurled
10 the middle of the highway, sprawled
there, bleeding and unconscious.
| For long moment men and women
stood without moving. Then Ravner and
beverley broke the spell, and a half doz-
| en- OF them darted forward. took up the
FORM IN the road, and carried it into the
stable yard. Lady Diana upon her arm
received the limp, hanging head, as they
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.
! ITS the stranger, my artist" she said.
a vast sadness falling upon her as she
| saw the wrist lying there limp upon
| which not SO long before the hunter had
set It's mark. He had laughed so blithely
and had taken so good naturally what
| mad seemed TO her a matter of so much
concern, and here he lay dead, or dying.
Poor stranger Poor artist. But 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.
! OTIS Brancaster!"
MY Lord, It's the man we thought a
tout" he said to his employer
| Il can't help that" answered Beverley
impatiently. The pony cart, quick The
mans hurt We must take him to the
castle at once-at oncev
Captain Sartoris had been looking into
| the face Of the inert stranger on the
| ground for several minutes in 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 is?" 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.
| Sartors took deep breath, the better
| to subdue his own lively astonishment
| It's-It's-Brancaster," he said.
| Continued In Next Issue.