The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1914-10-01

wonder what the poor, hunted, ter
rified creature would do when taken
and made to pay for the thing she had
done.
Once, in the course Of her bitter re-
Elections, she spoke aloud in a shril,
tense voice, forgetful of the presence
of the man beside her:
Thank God they will see him now
as ! have seen him all these years.
They will know him as they have
never known him. Thank God for
that"
The man looked at her stupidity and
muttered something under his breath.
She 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 was dismayed,
frightened. Then she resolutely
reached out and shook him by the
shoulder. She had brought the q
to a full stop.
AROUSE yourself, man." she cried.
DO you a 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
standscNl 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?" sht demanded.
mo, ma'am. I'm simply staying
here for the sheriff. We're looking for
a woman-say!" He stopped short
and stared at the yelled face with
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 /"
"If you will step outside you will
find n OF the sheriff's deputies in my
automobile, helplessly intoxicated. l
am Mrs. Wrandall."
oh" he gasped. II heard 'em say
you were coming up tonight. Well,
say! What do you think Of
In there q train In before morning."
mo, ma'am. Seyen-forty is the
first"
She waited a moment. Then I shall
have to ask you to come out and get
your feTlow-deputy. He is useless to
me. l mean to go on in the machine.
The sheriff understands"
The fellow hesitated.
Il cannot take him with me-, and he
will freeze to death If l leave him in
the road. VIII you Gomez"
The man stared at her.
Say, is it your husband?" he
asked agape. -
She nodded her head.
We'll, I'll go out and have a look
at the fellow you've got with you,"
he said, still doubtful.
She stood In the door while he
crossed over to the car and peered at
the face of the sleeper.
Steve Morley" he said. "Fuller'n
a goat"
please remove him from the car"
she directed.
Later on, as he stood looking down
at the inert figure In the big rocking
chair, and painting from his labors, he
heard her say patiently:
And now will you be so good as to
4 A. ~
He scratched his head. This is
mighty queer, the whole business" he
declared. assailed by doubts. Sup
pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall, but
the other one. What them"
AS If in answer to his question, the
man Morley opened his bleareyes and
tried to get TO his feet.
"What-what are we doia' here, Mis-
Wran'all? Wha's up"
stay where you are, Steve" said
the other. Its all right" Then he
went forth and pointed the way to
her. Its a long ways to Columbus
Circle" he said. Il don't envy you the
trip. Keep straight ahead after you
hit the Post-road." He stood there
listening until the whir Of the motor
was lost in the distance. She'll never
make It," he said to himself. ITS
more than a strong man could do on
roads like these. She must be crazy"
Coming to the Post-road, she in
creased the speed of the car, with the
sharp wind behind her. her eyes in
tent on the white stretch that leaped
up in froa. of the lamps like a blank
wall beyond which there was nothing
but dense oblivion. But for the fact
that she knew that this road ran
straight and unobstructed into the out
skirts of New York, she might have
lost courage and decision. The natural
confidence of an experienced driver
was hers. She had the daring of n
who has never met with an accident,
and who trusts 10 the instincts rather
than to an actual understanding OF
conditions. With her, it was not a
question of her own capacity and
strength, but a belief In the fidelity OF
the engine that carried her forward.
1t had not occurred to 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 Il a
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