Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1914-05-01
She kneW-rhIs Was the Woman.

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crossed over to the car and peered at
the face Of the sleeper.
Steve Morley" he said. "Fullern
q goat"
please remove him from the car"
she directed.
Later on. a. 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 % good - to
direct me to the Post-road."
He scratched his head. This ID
mighty queer, the whole business" he
declared. assailed by doubts. Sup
pose you are not Mrs. Wrandall. but
the other one. What them"
A II in answer to his question. the
man Morley opened his blear-eyes and
tried to get to his feet
"what-what are we dom 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. TITS q 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. IT'S
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 front Of the lamps like . 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 one
who has never met with an accident.
and who trusts to the instincts rather
than to an actual understanding OF
conditions. With her. 1t was not q
question of her own capacity and
strength, but belief In the fidelity Of
the engine that carried her forward
It had not occurred to her that the
task of guiding that heavy. swervins
thing through the unbroken road wa
something beyond her powers OF en-
durance. She often had driven It q
hundred miles and more without rest
ing. or without losing sest In the en-.
terprise; then why should she feas
the small matter Of 80 miles. even un-
der the most trying Of conditionsf
Sharply there came to her mind the
question: was she the only one abroad
in this black little world? Whattoi
the other woman! The one who VA
being hunted? Where was she? And
what of the ghost at her heels?
The car bounded over q railroad
crossing. She recalled the direction
given by the man at the station and
hastily applied the brake. There wa
another and more dangerous crossing
q hundred yards ahead. She had been
warned particularly to take It care
fully, as there was sharp curve IN
the road beyond.
Suddenly she damned down the
emergency brake. . startled exclama'
ton falling from her lips. Not ~
feet ahead, In the middle Of the road
and directly in line With the light Of
the lamps, stood . black. metoo3esa
figure-the figure Of . woman whose
head was lowered and whoes arms
hang Imply at her sides.
The woman In the car bent forward
over the wheel. staring hard. Many
seconds passed. At last the for3orr
object IN the roadway lifted her face
and looked vscantly into the glare of
the lamps. Her eyes were wide-open,
her face q CHASTITY white.
God In heaven!" struggled from the
stifIening lips Of Sara Wrandall. HeE
fingers frightened on the wheel.
She knew. This was the woman!
The long brown ulster; the limp,
f1uttering veil? "A woman about your
size and ngure." the sheriff had I'D