The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-08-14

rises over the Wodley Hill he d~ismounteA.
The road stretched AVA downfall sharply
at the edge of q deep pool, called Wodley
Pool. which was locally reputed to be
OF
The scene before him, as he meditatively
gazed over his pipe, was most beautiful.
A rolling stretch Of low, wooded hill with
pasture land In the valleys. Occasional
streams wandered, seemingly at their will
Here and there tiny hamlets Lay snug In
a wooded fold. while around the edge of
the picture lay the seeming infnity of the
ocean.
Then Gerald turned to look above him:
for he had paused, es I said in the CEN
ter of this long hill. Suddenly a cyclist
appeared over the brow and commenced to
rapidly descend. Then. as he looked, Ger
} aid saw the arms Of the cyclist give q
sudden jerk downwards. and then he saw
the rider held the handlebars apart from
the machine.
Good heavens!" he cried. TITS a girl,
and she's smashed her h~andlebars, and
Good heavens! It's Ethel!''
For now the machine, with Its helpless
rider sitting in the saddle with nothing to
steer with or hold by, had flashed past
MIN. The consciousness of her great dam
ger was written on her face, which was
stl and white as marble. The machine
was running steadily with the free wheel
IN action, the rider holding in her hands
the broken handlebar with the useless
brake hanging Imply thereto.
As She flew past Gerald he Jumped at
his machine n in a second was tearing
madly down the hill after her. Still her
machine ran steadily, but HI knew that
she would never get round the corner by
Wodley Pool The front wheel Of her
plcycte, too, might hit a stone, which
Woun mean that the machine would turn
and throw its rider. And at the pace at
Wh1ch she was travelling that would have
almost the gravest Of consequences.
On. on. he tore. but his quarry had had
a good start Of him On, on, he pedalled
a. ne had never pedalled In his life be-
fore, and every minute that fearful corner
grew closer and closer. And now he was
SO near that the whirl Of the wheel of her
machine was quite apparent. Then he
cried out to her:
Keep calm, Ethel; I'm here-Gerald
Sinclairt" -
Then he put every ounce into his work
and closed r1ght up, nerving himself for
the final effort. The corner by Wodleyt
FOOL was now only about two hundred
yards off. and 1t must be now or never!
He was tearing along beside hen, but he
care neither look nor speak, the tension
was too great. With a hasty glance at
the speeding landscape on the right of
him. for Wodley Pool was on the left, and
with q silent prayer, he suddenly threw
MS left arm around the waist Of Ethel
Walrond, and with a vicious tug, turned
his Tying bicycle into the hedge.
AS he turned he took his remaining hand
from the oars and held Ethel from him
with both arms, while, with a tearing,
slckening crash, he was thrown violently
into the hedge.
And then 1T seemed he fell downtown.
all the time holding Ethel out of danger.
On and on he seemed to fall until he Law
SO peacefully, as it were, in the deep blue
sea which always seemed to be below him
as he was falling. Then he emb
nothing more until he opened his eyes and
they encouraged those Of Ethel Walrond.
Fills wandering gaze went around the
room wherein he lay. He didn't know it at
all, and what was Ethel doing? Why
did his arm hurt sof "
Oh, thank heaveni" murmured Ethel.
as she saw his eyes open. But when she
saw the wondering, vacant gaze, she bent
over him, crying*
1T is ], Ethel Walrond. Don't Won know;
me, Mr.. Sinclair?"
Yes, / know you, Ethel came the
feeble response. A blush dyed her face
as he used her Christian name, which be-
came more and more pronounced as rt1a
sufferer, with his glance running vacantly
around the room, muttered: Ethel, dear.
my Ethel" Then he relapsed into uncon.
seriousness again.
1t appeared that in falling he had broken
his right arm and sustained a slight CON
cuss1on OF the brain. But, beyond the
shock, Ethel had received no injury what
ever. Her bicycle had jumped the fence
OF Wodey Pool and lay secure in the mud
at the bottom thereof, where it is doubt
less lying this very day. Gerald had been
picked up and carried into a neighboringl
mouse. where the inhabitants had, like
good Samarttans,s taken him in and cared
for him.
a doctor had soon arrived from Mine
head, ana IN a couple of days, with the
exception Of his broken arm, Gerald was
nigh on the road to perfect health.
Ethel had constituted herself as his
nurse and Gerald told himself he would
willingly have broker both arms and legs
to have secured such attendance. How
sWeetly she had hanke him, too, and he
was ready to swear that he had felt her
mana moving the hair from his forehead
when he was supposed to nave been un-
conscious.
She was at his bedside now with that
COMPOUNDED medicine the physician had
sent him He gulpeu 1t down and returned
the glass AS Ethel went to take 1t their
hands met, the glass fell from Gerald,s
hand on to the bed, and he held her hand.
a safe prisoner.
Ethel he whispered, don't go away,
from me"
shyly she gazed at him, and then, knneel-
lI.9 Gown Dy the bedside 50 that his left
49, SoAllyE liz
= don't want to. Gerald, Then. ten.
deriy, SO as not 20 disturb the broken arm
she paced her3arns around his neck and
Kissed MIN on the lips. while he. hardly
knowing whether he was awake or dream
ing. strained her to him as well as he was
able with his one sound arm.
NOW i can thank you prnnarIu ra~ 49,
pfer' she whispered. n she did.
And that y how Ethel Walrond became
Mrs- Gerald Sinclair. And hat is why
she gave up her work in connection with
Rights although thew aIwa,,a
pless the cause because that was the first
thing that brought them together.
Slaughter Of Game in, South Africa,
From South Africa.
During the four months of the shoot
season of 1904 something like 1900
mead ga OF game a been sold on the
market. Those figures were
rather staggering. but it is surprising
peTnaps TO hear they had more than
donosed during the present year.
secretary Of the Game Protection
association has obtained a return, FROM