The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-06-16

from Corrfe's grasp. Livid with
wrath, the surgeon stood up.
Get cut. and take that maniac
with you" he stormed. Not q
word; I don't care IL Rose has
murdered ali Long Island. he's
some use now. Clear out
Quick"
Outside. the reporters became
themselves. While ambulances
dashed up. motor cycles. official
cars and private vehicles arrived
to haA around the little house.
the Mercury's mechanieian was
hurried apart and his story
coaKed from him in detail.
The last automobile arrived al.
hour after the accident. From itI
descended gentleman who
crossed straight to where Rupert
sat opposite the shattered car.
Rupert" he appealed.
Very deliberately Rupert lifted
his face; his eyes CLEANED vivid.
hard resolve.
Your sons finished Gerard,
Mr. Rose" he stated, monoton-
ously explicit. He slipped his
temper aud fired a wrench at
Gerard for not giving him the
road. 1t hit him. and we ran wild
without a driver till we struck
here. Ask him-he's in there
with what's left of Gerard-wh ny
he's sent Dean where he amt to
be found. if I'm lying"
Mr.. Rose turned his gray lace
to the surrounding group In dumb
quest of confirmation. Then,
moving stiffly. he walked toward
the house.
In the hall. nauseating with the
ominous odor of antissptics. he
Was met by one of the doctors.
You can turn my house into
hospital" Mr.. Rose said briefly.
Il want Gerard taken there in
stead of to your places.
The man shook his head.
He would better not be moved
at all. sir. He can be asked il
you WISH
HE is conscious. them"
Just about" he shrugged.
reaching for the door. Hero, IL
you care to go in"
The room was glaring with
light. Corrie stood near the foot
of the improyised bed. At the
sound of the door he turned.
The swapping latch aroused
Gerard, and he saw father and
son looking at each other across
the parlor strewn with the tragic
litter of the last hours work.
In a corner three surgeons
were holding a subdued consulta-
tien.
Put a pillow under my head,
someone suddenly babe the
shadow of Allan Gerard's voice.
And give me a eigarettei"
There was a startled furry In
| the room. Familiar enough with
the last request from his mascu-
line patients. one of the doctors
took a case from his own pocket,
and lighting one of the cigarettes,
stopped over the bed.
Keep your grip on yourself"
he approved brusquely. But don't
move"
1t was in his left hand that
Gerard took the tiny narcotic; his
right arm and shoulder were a
mere bulk. of splints and linen
bandages.
Thanks" his difficult voice
spoke again. Now open that door
and let everyone in want to
talk to them
MIR. Gerard"
His clear eyes, dark with suf-
fering but absolutely collected,
met the surgeons.
i've got to talk to them, doc
| tor, and | may be cut of my head
or In a box, tomorrow. Let them
| in-the reporters, / mean"
The listeners gazed at each
| other, a shock ran through the
group. Every man there knew
| Rupert's story of the accident,
| every man guessed that 1t was
/, Gerard's own version that was to
be given now. Someone offered
| Mr.. Rose one of the horse-hair
chairs. Only Corrie remained un-
| moved, not changing his position
or looking at Gerard. There was
a certain dignity of auiescence in
his pose that eomprehended
neither defiance nor submission.
but a strange. aloof patience.
The representative reporters
from their city journals filed in,
avidly eKpectant. With them
came officials of the racing asso-
citation, and a meta1lic-eyed man
/ wrose plain clothes were contra
dieted by the badge visible uRder
his coat.
/. Gerard LET fall the hand hold