The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-08-23

of the pit"
Yes" said Give excitedly. as the
groom paused and then?"
why SIR can't Rightly tell, tho
light Was bad Ii it'd been anyone
else but Mr. Conoyer. I'd say he lost
his nerve. an when Dunderberg
reared up he forgot 10 bring him down
like he'd done those other times. or
maybe he did hit the horse between
the ears again an didn't hit hard
enough Anyhow. over goes Dunder.
berg backward clean fifteen feet drop
into the quarry An Mr. Conover
under him. An then"
But Give had moved away. The
doctors had finished their consulta-
ton. and one OF them-Dr. Halves. the
Conover family physician-had again
approached that silent figure on the
couch
Al sight OF Standish the second doc
tor came forward 20 meet him.
No" he whispered. reading the un-
spoken question In Gives face. mo
possible hope. lie can't last over an
hour longer at most Another man,
crushed as he was, would have been
killed az once. AS IL is. he probably
won't recover consciousness. Moth
ing but his tremendous vitality holds
the shreds OF life in him SO long as
this"
Does his wife know"
She is not in state to be told.
wish we could persuade her TO leave
the room. Perhaps Miss Lanier--"
A gesture from DIR. Halves drew
them toward the couch.
"He is coming 10 his senses" said
the family physician. adding under his
breath. so that only his colleague and
Give could hear; III is the final raj
ly. Not one man in a thousand"
But Give had caught Anice's eye
and beckoned her TO lead Mrs. Con-
over TO the side of the couch,
The Railroader's face. set like car
ven granite. began 10 witch. The
rigid mouth relaxed it's set Wilderness
and the eyelids fiickered. Mrs. Con-
over, at these signs OF life. prepared
for a fresh attack OF hysteria, but
gentle, firm pressure OF Anice's hand
in hers forestalled the outburst. With
an aggrieved look at the girl. Lefty
again turned her scared attention To
her husband.
Or. Halves was bending once more
over the PROSTATE man. seeking to
employ restorative. Now he rose.
and as he did so. Caleb's eyes opened.
There was no bewilderment no sur
prise nor pain in the calm glance that
swept his garish surroundings.
rs he suffering?" whispered Anice.
or"
Horribly" returned Or. Halves In
the same tone. He"
The shrewd. pale eyes that scorned
TO show trace OF physical or mental
anguish. slowly took In the group be-
side the couch. resting first on the
two physicians, then on Anice Lanier.
AS he saw and recognized Anice
the first change came over the dying
mans hardset features. look or
perplexity that merged into glad sur
prise lighted his whole face. smooth
ing from IL with magic touch every
line OF care thought or time; trans
figuring IL into the countenance OF a
happy boy. Long he sought and held
her sympathetic glance. that look or
youth and gladness growing and deep
ening on his face. while all around
stood silent and marvelling.
1t was Mrs. Conover who broke the
spell
"oh. Caleb" she walled querulous-
~. you said no horse could get the
better OF you. And now"
Al her words the beatific light was
gone from Conovers eyes. In its
stead came a CLEAN of grim. ironicai
amusement Then his gaze travelling
past Anice 10 Give Standish. his
brows contracted in a frown OF dis
pleasure. Bat this, too. faded. The
swathed head settled lower among the
cushions, the powerful body seemed TO
shrink and 1atten. The eyes closed.
and Conoyer lay very still.
His wife, diyining for the first time
the actual state OF affairs, flung her
self forward on her knees beside the
silent figure. her sobs scaling to u
crescendo cry OF terror.
Slowly Caleb Conover opened his
eyes. Reluctantly, as though drawn
back by sheer force from the very
threshold of the wide portals OF Rest,
his spirit paused for an instant longer
In It's earthly abode paused and
harcd up. as a dying spark. In the
Railroader's stiffening face.
For a moment his eyes--already
wide with the awful mystery of the
Beyond stTayed over his kneeling
wife; over the sparse locks punched
up In that halo OF kid curriers'; over
the pudgy shape SO mercilessly out
lined by the sheer nightgown; over
the teAr.swollen red eyes, the blotched'
cheeks, the quiyering. pursed-up
mouth
Lefty" he painted. in tired disgust.
you look more like a measly rab-
bit every day."
Then, as though another and bet