Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1914-08-27

wonder what the poor. hunted, ter
rif1ed 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 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 deathf
Where is the station?"
He Strengthened up with an effort,
and, after vainly 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
standstill beside the station. Through
hn univ CHI
feet cooked high, reading. He leaped
to his feet in amazement as she en-
tered the waiting-room.
Are you the agent?" she demanded.
mo, 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"
mo, am not the woman you want
Do you know anything about the
trains2"
81 guess I'll telephone to the sheriff
before +"
IF you will step outside you will
find one of the sheriff's deputies in my
automobile, hei2lessly intoxicated.
am Mrs. Wraneall."
oh" he gasped. 4 heard 'em say
you were coming up tonight. Well,
say! What do you think Of"
In there train In before morning.
mo, ma'am. Seven-forty is the
first"
She waited moment Then l shall
have to ask you to come out and get
your fellow-deputy. He is useless to
me. 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 II leave him in
the road. Will you conner"
The man stared at her.
Say, is 1t your husband?' he
asked agape.
She nodded her head.
well, 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
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 then?"
AS If in answer to his question, the |
man Morley opened his blear-eyes and
tried to get to his feet.
"What--what are we doin' here. Mis-
Wran'all? Whas 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 |
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
I'D In front 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
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
question of her own capacity and
strength, but belief In the fidelity OF
he engine that carried her forward.
Il had not occurred to her that the
ask of guiding that heavy, swerving
hing through the unbrokeD road was
something beyond her powers of en-
iurance. She often had driven 1t