Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1915-05-05

teeth met in the ragged trOuSerS-leg.
Kicking, beating with his hands at
the dragging weight, the man dashed
on. Not till they had reached the hem
locks was that fierce grip broken, and
then it was with a tearing of flesh and
sinew Painting, snarliDg with rage and
pain, the man seized a fallen branch
and stood at bay, striking out with
vicious sweeping blows. But the bull
dog, the hair bristling up on his thick
neck, his red-rimmed eyes fiery. cir
cled beyond reach of the fail crouch
ing for another spring.
Again he launched himself, and the
man, lodging, blundered full-face into
q thorn-bush. The sharp spines
slashed his forehead and the starting
blood blinded him, so that he ran with
out sense of direction-straight upon
the declivity of Lovers Leap.
He was topping on it's edge before
he could stop, and then threw himself
backward. clutching desperately at the
slippery fern-covered rock, feeling his
feet dangling over nothing. He dug
his fingers into the yielding soil and
with knee and elbow strove frenziedly
to crawl to the path.
But the white bulldog was upon him.
The clamping teeth met in the striving
fingers, and wlcG scream of pain
Greet Kings hold let go and dog and
man went down together.
Ten minutes later a motor was hurl.
ing itself along the Red Road to the
village. The doctor was in his office
and no time was lost in the return. En-
route they passed Judge Chalmers
driving, and seeing the flying haste,
he turned his sweating pair and dashed
them after the car.
So that when the major finally
opened his eyes from the big leather
couch, he looked or the faces of two of
his oldest friends. Recollection and
understanding seemed to come at once.
"Well-Southall?
The doctors hand closed over the
white one on the settee. He did not
answer, but his chin was quivering
and he was winking fast.
How long?" asked the major after
lengthy minute.
"Maybe-maybe an hour, BristOw.
Maybe not
The major WINGED and shut his eyes,
but when the doctor, reaching swiftly
for phial on the table, turned again,
it was TO find that look once more on
him, now in yearning appeal. South
ALL he said, "send for Judith. II
must see her There's time"
I'D cd 6fTs1I Iv.ir1 o.
her." he said, and his voice had all the
tenderness of a woman's. MY car
rage is at the door and with those
horses she ought to be here in twenty
minutes" He leaned over the couch.
"Bristow,'' he said, would you-would
you like me to send for the rector?"
The major smiled, a little wistfully,
and shook his head. He lay silent for
while after the judge had gone out
he seemed housing his strength-while
the ormolu clock on the desk licked
ominousIy on, and the doctor busted
himself with the glasses beside him.
Presently he said huskily:
you've had bad fall, Bristow. You
were dizzy, l reckon
"DiZZy!" echoed the major with
feeble asperity. 1T was Greet King"
Greet King! Good Cod"
''de was hiding behind the screen.
He struck me with something He
swore at his trial he'd get me. l was
"a fool not to have remembered his
time was out"
A look, wolf.like and grim, had
sprung into the doctors face. His eyes
searched the room, and he crossed the
floor and picked up something from
the rug. He looked at it a moment,
then thrust it hastily into his breast
pocket.
"I-remember now. 1t was a pistol.
He snapped it twice, but it missed
fire.
HE can't hide where We'll not find
him!" The doctor spoke with low but
terrible energy.
:. mot that l care-myself," said the
major difficulty. But l reckon he'd
better be settled with, or he1l-be kill
ing some one worth while one of these
days."
A big tear suddenly loosed itself
from the doctors eyelid and rolled
down his cheek, and he turned hastily
away.
There's no call to feel bad" said
the major gruffly. 1--WE sort of been
thorn-in-the-flesh to you, Southall. We
always rowed, somehow, and yet"
The doctor choked and cleared his
throat
4 reckon the major murmured
with a faint smile, you won't get
quite so much fun out of Chalmers
and the rest. They never did rise to
you as l did"
A little later ne asked for the restor-
atiye. Ten minutes gone" he said
then. chalmers ought to be at Rose
wood by now what q fool way
to go-lil1e tins. But it wasn't-apo-
plexy. Southal, anyway"
At the sound OF wheels on the drive,