The Springdale news., 1915-08-06


 start it. Arthur had read enough oi automobiles to know it were well fol him if he paused in his flight that he did not stop the engine.
 Looking back again and seeing he was not as yet pursued, fit of desper. ate reeklessness encouraged him in the resolve to pause and bid farewell te Esther. By this time all but a few of the curious neighbors 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 nc time for explanations on either side. Arthur held the fair girl to bis heart fer ole Brief moment and pledged his love and faith for her. and then WIS gone
 Now came the other car in cloud of dust On sped the pursued. Now at the railroad crossing the one armed watchman gave his warning flag The gates are down. d IoHg freight train is laundering ap. At his highest speed Arthur takes the 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 fail Around Il bend Of the road work men are digging q great cHlvert On one side iS q slopine bank of the river. On the other side the embank kment 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 mighty effort he turns the steering wheel and the great, plunginS auto swerves at the brink of the newly dug culvert and, atilt on two wheels, blows it's way through the soft earth of the roadbed on the stream side and hurtles a rocking. ponderous mass 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 even more tempting lemonade beneath the eager eyes of the longing colored lodge broth CTS of the Sons of Liberty.
 The Sons of Liberty band could hard iv 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 it was de berry debbil hisself,' came the grea. racing auto down through the picnic and the band and across the very fiesta, spread. and scattering old darkies and young right and left struck the water with mighty splash. turning con. pletely over.
 Neither dusky man nor dusky ma tron. elder or piekaninny. wait for oue 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 me chine after they had struck the river.
 With ashen faces the Colored Son, of Liberty and their wives, children sweethearts and sisters. clambered ul the bank to the roadway. shriekins with terror. They did not see. no ont eaw. the form of q man floating dow : the river. face up.
 That eve at early dusk the new rise. moon heheld quiet face floating dow1 the stream. Half submerged. at timet the dank body rose slightly to the ssu. face: then it was the moon saw. gieal. ing on that wave wet breast, the ha' hidden. half showing jewel the "ehaf4 against harm" of the Stanleys-thc di., .nond from the sky