Gunnison news-champion., 1914-03-13

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We'll IN 60 out and hass . bDob
af the fellow you I've GOT wtnA -"
he said. still aoubsful
She ssood In the door whiAs -
crossed over to the car sad pssssa -
the face Of the sleeper
Steve Morley" he said "Vsln.s'n
. goat"
Please remove him Srea - sas."
she directed
Later On. ~ - stood loohtaG aDUa
at the inert hesre in the big rschins
chair. and painting IRON Ais labsss. -
heard her say patieatly:
And nov viii you be 10 good - -
direct me " the Post road"
I tie scratched his head "TAb y
mighty queer. the whole business" -
declared assailed by doubts. "oHH
the other one. What them"
A. If In snswer TO his euessiOa. -
man Morley opened his biearevss -
tried to get 10 his feet
"Whst-whst are we asia' hsss. nD'
Wran' all? Whs's up7"
Stay where yes ere, Steve" -
the other It's all right" ma -
vent forth end pointed TIE wsy -
ner. Its . long ways 10 Coaanbss
Circle" he said. Il don't envy ysu tAe
"trip. kssp straight aheel sstsr Pee
I'M TIE PostsesA." Ne sses1 GAsss
hsGsniaG untn the whis u the osass
wss lost In the aistancs. SAN nsvsg
make it," he said 10 hinseH. ''ft's
more than q strong man could % "a
roads like these. She must be crazy.
Coming to the stsoaA, - ~
cressed the spssA Of the csr. wttA the
sharp wind behind her. her eyes ~
tent on the white stretch that bsa0sd
up in front Of the lamps like . blonh
wall beyond which there WAS nOehinG
but dense oblivion. But for the feet
that she knew that this road Fen
straight and unobstructed inte the oHt
skirts Of New York. she might have
lost courage anA Aecisioa. The nstural
eoAAAease of - experisscs1 op1ves
was hers ghe hoA the daring q one
who hos never net with - oecident.
and who trusts TO the instincts rathss
than to - actual Understanding a
conditions With her, II wss not q
question Of her own capacity an6
strength, but belief n the hdelity OF
the engine that carried her forward.
1t hsd nOt occurred 10 her that the
task Of guiding that heavy. swerving
thing through the unbroken road was
something beyond her powers of en-
durance. She often had driven it .
hundred miles and more without rest
ing. or without losing sest in the en-
terprise; then Why should she fear
the small matter of 80 miles. even un-
-
Sharply there came TO her mind the
question: was she the only one abroad
in this black little world? What OF
the other woman? The one who was
being hunted? Where was she' And
what Of the ghost at her heels?
The car bounded over q railroad
crossing. She recalled the directions
given by the man at the station and
hastily applied the brake. There was
another and more dangerous crossing
a hundred yards ahead. She had been
warned particularly to take 1t care
fully, as there was a sharp curve IN
the road beyond.
Suddenly she jammed down the
emergency brake, a startled exclama'
tion falling from her lips. Not ~
feet ahead. in the middle OF the road
and directly in line with the light oil
the lamps, stood a black, motionless
figure-the figure of a woman whose
head was lowered and whose arms
hung Imply at her sides.
The woman in the car bent forward
over the wheel, staring hard. Many
seconds passed. At last the forlorn
object in the roadway lifted her face
and looked vacantly into the glare of
the lamps. Her eyes we're wide-open'
her face CHASTITY white.
God in heaven," struggled from the
stiffening lips of Sara Wrandall. Her
fingers tightened on the wheel
She knew. This was the woman
The long brown ulster; the limp
fluttering veil? A woman about your