The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-03-12
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not mourn for him. She could only
wonder what the poor, hunted, ter
rifed creature would do when taken
and made to pay for the thing she had
done.
Once, in the course of her bitter re.
fections, she spoke aloud in shrill.
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 car
to 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 yainly seeking light in the
darkness, fell back again with 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 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.
"No, ma'am. I'm simply staying
here for the sheriff. We're looking for
woman-say!" He stopped short
and stared at the yelled face with
wide, excited eyes. Gee whiz! May
be you"
"No, I am not the woman you want.
Do you know anything about the
trains?"
"I guess I'll telephone to the sheriff
before L"
"If you will step outside you will
find one of the sheriff's deputies in my
automobile, helplessly intoxicated.
am Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh," ne gasped. Il heard 'em say
you were coming up tonight. Well
say! What do you think Of"
in there train in before morning.?
"No, ma'am Seven-forty is the
first"
She waited moment Then shall
have to ask you to come out and get
your fellow-deputy. He is useless to
me. I mean to go on in the machine
The sheriff understands"
The fellow hesitated.
81 cannot take him with me, and ne
will freeze to death if leave him in
the road. Will you Gomez"
The man stared at her.
"say, is it your husband?" he
asked agape.
She nodded her head.
"Well, I'll go out and have 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'r
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 te
direct me to the Post-road."
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 blear-eyes anc
tried to get to his feet.
"What-what are we doin' here, Mis-
Wran'all? Wha's up?"
"Stay where you are, Steve" sait
the other. "It's all right" Then ht
went forth and pointed the way tt
her. Its a long ways to Columbus
Circle" he said. 81 don't envy you tht
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 neve,
make it," he said to himself. TT:
more than strong man could do or
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 leapet
up In front of the lamps like blanl
wall beyond which there was nothing
but dense oblivion. But for the fac
that she knew that this road raj
straight and unobstructed into the out
skirts of New York, she might hav'
lost courage and decision. The natura
confidence Of an experienced drive
was hers. She had the daring of ons
who has never met with an accident
and who trusts to the instincts rathe
than to an actual understanding Q
conditions. With her, it was not
question of her own capacity ant
strength, but belief in the fidelity o
the engine that carried her forward
1t had not occurred to her that tn
task Of guiding that heavy, swervln:
thing through the unbroken road wa
something beyond her powers of en-
durance. She often had driven it
hundred miles and more without rest
ing, or without losing zest in the en-
terprise; then why should she fea
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