Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1915-09-02

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start it. Arthur had read enough Of
automobiles to know it were well fol
him if he paused in his fight that he
did not stop the engine.
Looking back again and seeing. he
was not as yet pursued, a fit of desper.
ate recklessness encouraged him in the
resolve to pause and bid farewell ia
Esther. BY this time all but a few OF
the curious ncighbors had gone, and
Esther was at the gate engaged in
hanging a white wreath upon it in
memory Of her dear old friend.
The meeting, the parting, were brief,
dramatic and passionate. There was
no time for explanations on either side.
Arthur held the fair girl to his heart
for one brief moment and pledged his
love and faith for her, and then was
gone.
Now came the other car in a cloud
Of dust. On sped the pursued. Now
at the railroad crossing the n armed
Waterman gave his warning flag. The
gates are down. a long freight train is
laundering up. At his highest speed
Arthur takes tile gates, that smash and
splinter at the impact Of his swift ma
chine. He is gone, and the freight
train blocks pursuit. Then pride has its
fall. Around a bend of the road work
men are digging a great culvert. On
one side is a sloping bank of the river.
On the other side the embankment of
the road bed, across which the open
culvert cuts. One glance shows Arthur
that this way lies death. He will trust
the river.
With 0 mighty effort he turns the
steering wheel and the great, plunging
auto swerves at the brink of the newly
dug culvert and, atilt on two wheels.
.plows its way through the soft earth
Of the roadbed ON the stream side and
hurtles a rocking, ponderous a Of
mechanism down the sloping side Of
the river bank, swifter than 1t takes to
tell.
Tragedy and comedy are close akin;
in the midst of life we are in death.
On the green banks Of the river on
this peaceful summer day the Colored
Sons Of Liberty had elected to hold
their annual picnic. Fat, dusky ma
irons were spreading tempting cakes
and pies and pouring the Eel more
tempting lemonade beneath the eager
eyes of the longing colored lodge broth
ers of the Sons Of Liberty.
The Sons Of Liberty band could hard
ly keep their smacking lips applied to
their battered old instruments as they
played Emancipation Day March,"
Deacon Jones, in full regalia, was
about to summon all to the spread upon
the white cloths on the ground when,
roaring and plunging as though, as
Deacon Jones afterwards said, 1T was
de berry debbil: hisself!r came the great
racing auto down through the picnic
and the band and across the very festal
spread, and scattering old darkies and
young right and left struck the water
with a mighty splash, turning COM
pletely over.
Neither dusky nan nor dusky ma
tron, elder or pickaninny, wait for one
moment to see or learn what had gone
through their festal gathering like a
fiery chariot on Judgment day or what
had happened to man or mighty ma
chine after they had struck the river.
{ With ashen faces the Colored Sons
Of Liberty and their wives, children.
sweethearts and sisters, clambered up
the bank to the roadway, shrieking
with terror. They did not see, no one
saw, the form of a man floating down
the river, face up.
That eve at early dusk the new risen
moon beheld a quiet face floating down
the stream. Half submerged, at times
the dank body rose Slightly to the sur
face; then it was the moon saw, CLEAN
ing on that wave wet breast, the half
hidden, half showing Jewel, the Charm
against harm" Of the Stanleys-the dia-
mond from the sky.
ITO be continuednext week. =,