Norwich bulletin., 1913-09-25

Ten miles to Albany the sign read. Phil. the chauffeur, glanced in quiringly at Mir King, for whom he had been driving all through the sum mer:
 Shall I let her out, sir?"
 MT. King nodded, then, turning con- 1dingiy t6 Phil he began to tell him what Phil had long suspected, that lie was deeply in love with the beau- tiful Miss Meeks.' whom he had visited every weekend for many months
 Phil listened attentively to every word, and by a subtle understanding invited further confidence.
 r don't quite knew,' MT. King spoke apelogetically, why I always have had a desire to eenfde in you, but I sim- ply mush3
 Phil smiled proudly, and opening up the Valves slowly increased the speed, until the trees and fences were mere speckss so quickly were tley passed. Finally they slowed down, then drew up in front of low, wl4i;e house.
 Come for me about nine," MT. King called as he ran up the path to tae house.
 In the garage Phil removed his wis ored cap and coat to work on tue ear, and for an hour he cleaLei viz orouSiy,
 He WAS slight chap, win soft eyes and a winseme smile, really too refined looking for his position. though. as he worked he scOwled, an1 his face was not quite pleasant He was think ing with bitterness of all Mr. King had told him, and a great resentment grew in his heart toward the woman who in his estimation was lar from good enough for his employer.
 He was still bending over the car
 Phil" MT. King called, come for us at once. and bring all our stuff. We're going home tonight"
 A lump came in PhiPS throat, and he couldn't answer. When he did, no one was there.
 Scarcely fifteen minutes later they were on their way to New York.
 For over an hour neither spoke though several times Phil cast covert glances at MT. King to find he was looking with unseeing eyes at the road ahead bathed in the moonlight
 At length Phil laid his hand under standingIy on Mr.. Kings shoulder The quiet sympathy brought Q half sob, and he turned and faced him.
 "OId chap" he said, brOkenly, shes only been playing with me; she. loves another man"
 He gently pressed the shoulder, hat said rOthi G and they sped on and ----- rough roads and smooth, fasl' ana ever faster, following the trail Of the night into the dawn. Just as the gray was giving way to the Toseate Eues Cf carly morning they reached the top of a long hill: at the foot was af-atl- road crossing. Never slackening, they started the descent
 About halfway down he shut off the power and applied the brakes There was no Slackening of the terrific speed and he realized that he could not stop the car, and on the crossing, coaching entirely across the road, was freight train.
 i've lost control" his voice was scarcely more than a whisper.
 Mr. King looked at him as one in trance. Phil steered for Lha side of the road where the grass was long and soft.
 When they were near enough for one jumping to land on soft sod he said in a commanding tone:
 Jump"
 But you" MT. King looked hope lessly at Phil.
 Clear and incisive, the command was repeated. He hesitated for a second, half standing, then he leaped, and he knew no more.
 Phil, afraid to look at him, moved quickly from under the steering wheel still keeping his hand on it. his left hand on the arm of the seat. Sud denly releasing his hold. when about ten feet from the track, he jumped, landing flat in the dusty road.
 A second later the car crashed into the freight