The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-08

ing it's momentum. Plainly his brakes were not working As he came nearer and nearer to them they could see that he was fuIn bling with his change gear lever in an effort to throw into mesh the reverse and check the car, but something stuck and the gears did not engage Then Lady Diana moved closer to the road, her face white, but self possessed She thought that she recognized the stanch figure in the car that through some deep seated tn- stinct of sportsmanship did not and had not attempted to leave it's seat.
 Making a megaphone of her hands, she called up:
 Throw in your first; throw in your frsti Thatn 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 literally careened on two wheels The riders hand was forced to quit the lever and with his other hand grasp more firmly the wheel. : He rounded the curve and literally fell, car and man, down the last de scent that separated him, from the bit of road beside the Fa1conhurst stables Now he seemed to have clear sailing, for the road ran straight, and half mile beyond the stables there was a slight rise that would be more than sufficient to check the speed of the car, intense though it was.
 As car and man blurred past Lady Diana she thought she caught from the car the words,s "Thank you," and the flash of hand waved in the air.
 The next instant there was a thun-
 
 fold and multitudinous sounds of spe- arate mechanfsms of metal being rent asunder all in one second, yet follow ing one another in minute fractions of that second.
 The eye of the rider must have devi- 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 thing possible in that crisis.
 His car, deviating ever so slightly in that instant, had rushed into the stone corner of the bridge just at the side of the footpath. It lay in fragments and twisted bits of metal. The man, hurl- ed to the middle of the highway, 7, sprawled there, bleeding and uncon- sciousS
 For a long moment men and women stood without moving Then Rayner and Beverley broke the spell, and a half dozen of them darted forward, took up the form in the road and car ried it into the stable yard. Lady l Diana upon her arm received the limp, l hanging head as they put the man l upon the ground.
 | Quick, Lambert, some brandy?' or dered Beverley to The Whips trainer.
 Grandfather; he's dyingT' exclaimed, 1 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 her l hunter had set it's mark. He had i laughed so blithely and had taken so good naturedIy what had seemed to l her matter of so much concern, and here he lay dead or dying. Poor stranger. Poor artist! But a step from laughter to death, she reflected sadly.
 Now, Lambert had brought the bran- dy, but he did not hand it to the mar | quis as he caught sight of the poor, pale face
 My lord, it's the man we thought a tout,'' he said to his employer.
 T can't help that answered Bev- erley impatientIy.> t'The pony cart. 1 quick. The mans hurt We must take him to the castle at once-at l onceP'
 Captain Sartoris had been looking into the face of the inert stranger on | the ground for saveral moments in a puzzled fashion. He knew that he knew 1 the man, but the banishm ent of con sciousness had made such a differ ence in the features that he could not recall. Suddenly he made an exclama- tion.
 Good heavens, cousin. Do you see who this is7'' came from him as nem- -ory cleared.
 I The marquis looked at the man on I the ground and then into the face of l the captain, an unspoken inquiry in