The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-06-10

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cles stiffening, drawing together
drawing energy from an mex,
haustible source. leapl He wal
carried upward again. mounting
air.
He felt himself carrier side.
wise lightly. He was swept to-
ward the side of the Enclosure al
If he were to be carried over It;
then away to the other side; then
giddily, rapidly backward. In
sane. unimagined movements tool
him here and there, softly, deli
catelyl, as II upon feathers.
His brain was working furious
ly, his nerves at full stretch t.
meet the brute's guile, his hands
and his body ready to counteract
to check, to meet every danger as
1t sharpened. He had no fear OF
being unseated. Such fears were
years behind him.
1t came Unexpectedly, with Q
dead pause in the middle of the
corral. 1t was too complete. Car.
ron suspected. He frightened the
grip of his knees. At the same
time he heard voice calling
family. He recognized Esmeral
da Charley's voice, no word dis.
tinguished, only the warning
Then the strange sensation.
He was tossed up and down
now In air, now upon solid ground
again, with grinding, shock
driving along his spine into his
head. After a little his head
seemed ASSOCIATED from his body
and white stars floated before his
eyes. Then he seemed to be nc
longer upon the horse, but upon
a tower, that, for a moment, held
itself straight up in the air, then
tottered and leaned backward.
He was clinging to the under
side of 1t, helpless. He heard re-
peated shouts. Dark like a shad-
ow came over him. His knees
loosened as the mass descended
upon him. His hands opened
and, closing, grasped air.
Gradually he became conscious
of dull pain, increasing with re-
turn of light. He sat up. He
got from his knees to HIS feet,
and stood swaying while the hori-
zon rushed to the middle Of. the
sky. and the sky plunged down
and seemed to swing in under
his feet. He felt Esmeralda
Charley's hands cropping carefully
over him. -
LET me alone" he said DULY
"I'm all right" He knew toe
well that this was true. He was
al, right, untouched. good for how
much long living!
Carron shook him off and
walked on. He felt the cold wa.
ters of the ford curl around his
feet. He looked down at them
and saw them flowing-yet they
seemed to him to be stagnaiit
dead.
Everything had a curious dual
aspect, even himself. He was Car
ron, an indifferent Carron who
had come to the end of his deter.
mination and desires, Carron
still. But there was this other
person who was hurrying with
such resolution on an errand he
could not disclose.
He was a strange fellow. He
went as II there was an oath to
be fulfilled somewhere. Carron
felt little curious about it.
There was plenty of time, yet the
second person was in haste, and,
perforce, he was dragging Carron
with him. Time had no end, and
just as he was becoming convinc-
ed of the truth of 1t, he saw his
mistake. The end was a flight OF
steps.
| He looked at them carefully
There was no doubt about them
At the top OF them a white door
was open. His possessing spirit
that had brought him here had
vanished. He felt very tired, but
he continued to stand looking up
expectant, without knowing what
he was waiting for.
1t was not for this woman who
came and stared at him over the
railing and fled. He did not think
he knew her. But 1t was for this
other one who appeared as he had
expected, from the open door. She
came like a torch carried out up
on the dark. ! Her appearance H.
Illuminated everything to him. She