Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-20
sFTIa Win" An Exciting Tale of Loue and Adzeu
I1O w Allp mre That Grips From Start 10 Finish
By BERTRAND BABCOCK

Making a megaphone of her hands she
called up:
Throw in your drst-throw in your
nrst-that'l slacl1en 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
eraiy careened on two wheels. The rid
er 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
lhe fdIconhurst stables. Now he seemed
10 nave clear sailing, for the road ran
straight, ana half mile beyond the sta
pies there was a slight rise that would
ne 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
me words. Thank you" and the flash
OF a hand waved in the air.
The next instant there was a thunder
Gus crash, followed by the manifold and
multitudinous sounds Of separate mech
dIlsms OF metal being rent asunder all in
one second, Yet following one another in
minute fractions of that second.
me 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 only
| thlhg possible in that crisis.
The Accident.
His car. deviating ever so slightly in
mat instant, had rushed into the stone
corner of he hri1o
the tootpath. 1t lay In fragments and
| twisted bits of metal The man. hurled
to the middle of the highway, sprawled
there, bleeding and unconscious.
For long moment men and women
9.0oo without moving. Then Rayner and
beverley broke the spell, and half doz-
en- of them darted forward. took nm the
form IN the road. and carried it into the
stable 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
TITS 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 its mark. He had laughed so blithely
and had taken so good naturally what
had seemed to her a matter of so much
concern, and here he lay dead. or dying
Poor stranger! Poor artist! But a sten
| from laughter to death, she reflected
ksadly.
Now Lambert had brought the brandy
but he did not hand 1t to the Marquis
as he caught sight Of the poor, pale face.
OTIS BrancasterW
MY Lord it's the man we thought
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 oncelf
Captain Sartoris had been looking into
the face of the inert stranger on the
ground Tor several minutes in a puzzled
fashion. He knew that he knew the man
but the Punishment of the consciousness
had made such Il difference in the fea-
lures that he could not recall. Suddenly
he made an exclamation.
Good heavens, cousin. Do you see VINO
| tbs 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
Sartoris took d deep breath, the better
to subdue his own lively astonishment.
/ s-Its-Brancaster, he said
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