Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1915-10-28
He Smashed His Way Through the
Conservatory Window.

start 1t. Arthur had read enough of
automobiles to know 1t were well Tor
him If be paused in his flight that he
did not stop the engine.
Looking back again and seeing he
was not as yet pursued. lit Of deslcr
ate reckleSsness encouraged him in The
resolve to pause and bid farewell to
Esther. By this time all but II few "
the curious neighbors had gone. ami
Esther was at the gate engaged IN
hanging a white wreath upon II in
memory of her dear old friend.
The meeting the parting. We're brief,
dramatic and passionate. There was
no time for explanations OH either side
Arthur held the fair girl 10 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 one armed
watchman gave his warning flag The
| gates are down, long freight train Is
laundering up. 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
fall Around a bend of the road work
men are digging 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
culyert cuts. One glance shows Arthur
that this way lies death. He will trust
the river.
With o mighty effort be turns the
steering wheel and the great. plunging
auto swerves at the brink OF the newly
dug culvert and, atilt Oh two wheels,
plows its 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 It 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
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 lit was
de berry debbil hisself.' came the great
racing anto 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 mighty splash. turning com
pletely over.
Neither dusky man nor dusky ma
iron. elder or pickaninny. walt 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 ~
the bank to the roadway shrieking
with terror. They did not see. no one
saw. the form of man floating down
the river face up.
That eve at early dusk the new riser
moon beheld quiet face floating down
the stream. Half submerged. at times
the dank body rose slightly to the sur
face; then 1t 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 dis
mond from the sky
Ito Be Continusd.)