The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-04-24

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and made to pay for the thing she had
done.
Once, in the course of her bitter re-
hections, she spoke aloud in a shrill,
tense voice, forgetful of the presence
of the man beside her:
Thank God they will see him now
as l have seen him all these years.
They will know him as they have
never known him. Thank God for
that"
The a looked at her stupidity and
muttered something under his breath.
h heard him, and recalling her wits,
asked which turn she was to take for
the station. The fellow Topped back
IN the seat. too drunk to reply.
For a moment she vas dismayed,
frightened. Then she resolutely
reached out and shook him by the
shoulder. She had brought the car
to a full stop.
. Arouse yourself, mani" she cried.
DO you want to freeze to death?
Where is the station"
He Strengthened up with an effort,
and. after vainly seeking light in the
darkness. fell back again with a grunt,
but managed to wave his hand toward
the left. She took the chance. In
five minutes she brought the car to a
standstill beside the station. Through
the window she saw a man with his
feet cooked high. reading. He leaped
to his feet In amazement as she en-
tered the waiting-room.
Are you the agent?" she demanded.
mo, ma'am. I'm simply staying
here for the sheriff. We're looking for
a woman-say!" He stopped short
wide. excited eyes. Gee whiz! May
be you"
mo. | am not the woman you want
Do you know anything about the
trains?"
81 guess I'll telephone to the sheriff
before /"
III you will step outside you will
find one of the sheriff's deputies in my
automobile, h~elplessly intoxicated.
an Mrs. W~randall."
oh" he gasped. 7 heard EN- say
I you we're coming up tonight. Well
say! What do you think Of"
l In there a train in before morning?
No, ma'am. Seven-forty is thu
, first"
| She waited a moment. Then | shall
J have to ask you to come out and ge
your f~ellow-deputy. He is useless Il
, me. l mean to go on in the machine
| The sheriff understands"
l The fellow hesitated.
Il cannot take him with me, and b
l will freeze to death If l leave him II
the road. Will you Gomez"
l The man stared at her.
3 Say, is 1t your husband7' h
asked agape.
She nodded her head.
We'll, I'll go out and have a loo
at the fellow you've got with you.
he said, still doubtful.
D She stood Il the door while h
crossed over to the car and peered a
the face of the sleeper.
Steve Morley" he said. Fuller
d a goat"
t please remove him from the car,
s she directed.
Later on, as he stood looking dow
at the inert figure In the big rockin
e chair, and painting from his labors, b
e heard her say patiently:
4; And now will you be so good as
d direct me to the Post-road."
e He scratched his head. This
, ,,frhtr- Dpan tho uhn1n htGinlGG ~ h
declared, assailed by doubts. SUI
e pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall, bu
the other one, What them"
d AS If in answer to his question, tn
man Morley opened his blear-eyes an
n tried to get to his feet.
g "What-what are we dom here, Mi
O Wran'all? Wha's up?"
Stay where you are, Steve sal
n the other. IT'S all right" Then b
S went forth and pointed the way
S her. ITS a long ways to Columbu
n Circle" he said. Il don't envy you til
3 trip. Keep straight ahead after yo
hit the Post-road." He stood thel
o listening until the whir of the mote
d was lost in the distance. She'll nev'
II make II, ne Sdlu 10 Hilioeii. IL
more than a strong man could do c
d roads like these. She must be crazy
Coming to the Post-road, she l
a. creased the speed Of the car, with tt
II sharp wind behind her, her eyes |
" tent on the white stretch that leape
Is up In front Of the lamps like a blan
n. wall beyond which there was nothir
ia but dense oblivion. But for the fa'
q. that she knew that this road ra
ar straight and unobstructed into the on
II skirts of New York. she might ha'
70 lost courage and decision. The natur
confidence of an experienced driv'
was hers. She had the daring of or
who has never met with an accider
r. and who trusts to the instincts rath'
,e than to an actual understanding
conditions. With her, it was not
,g question of her W capacity al
strength, but a belief in the fidelity
ID the engine that carried her forwar