Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-10-16

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darkened very soon after that. II was
night, ana every one was gone. and
everything was silent. Jim pushed
away the barrel top, and. very eau
tiously, lie looked out. e
There seemed to be no guard-or, at
best, an inadequate gunrd-about that
field at night. He crawled on. He
reached the stream unchallenged.
.cfosseu 1t and came beside the cotton
wood. The. night remained clouded
and very dark, but he could see that
on the other side Of the cottonwood
was an open space, which appeared to
be a pasture, There was no sound at
all on the ground. Overhead was the
clatter OF an aeroplane. That was not
sat all unusual In the neighborhood OF
the stockade. The regent had taken
over an American ueroplane factory
in the vicinity, and there was train
ing school for aviators, who often prac-
ticed night flying over Cayuga lake.
"Jimw The hail was whisper. he
knew the voice.
"Jimw she cried again. He moved
over to her and touched her. Now ne
had her hand In his. Beatrice, you
you" His voice choked.
"You are quite all right. Jim"
az? was never so all right, Bea-
trice. as Mt this moment. You. How
are you!"
~" she repeated. She was trem-
bling, and he was trembling, too; they
both knew 1t. He seized her. There
was no will or thought about 1.-THE
lust took her in his arms, and she chung
to him, aud when he kissed her wildly,
passionately, she offered her lips again.
Beatrice" he cried In wonder her
name over and over; then at a sound
over the pasture both came to them
selves. She pushed from him, and ne
let her go. They knelt side by side
and crouched on the grass; her fingers
found his, but it was to give him .
pistol now.
An aeroplane landed nearby and an
officer dispatched his pilot on some
errand while he himself tinkered with
the engine.
Beatrice whispered, scarcely audibly,
into Jim's ear; she needed few words
to make MIN understand. This pas
ture was the usual place where ma
chimes in trouble descended-that was
why she had chosen It Sometimes
several machines alighted there during
an evening. Beatrice was not an ex-
pert Int she conld make machine
fy: the chance before them was 40
good % any which might offer.
1t was even betterAa minute later
when the oficer started the motor. It
was no trick at all for man to stalk
an enemy deafened by those motor ex-
plosions. Jim might have shot him
without raising an alarm; but, though
the stalker was Just from prison, Z
blow with pistol butt was quite
enough. The officer tumbled and lay
quite limp. Jim, at Beatrice's direc-
ton, got into a seat; she took the pi-
lots seat behind him. The motor was
still running; she speeded 1t up and
the plane began to rise. &
He leaned back close to Beatrice.
Where are we going?' he shouted.
ITO our lines II we can ct thera
The regents going to make another
drive; there's going to be the biggest
battle yet to make u make peace"
/
"I've got a cart for your mother,
Nellie" said Nathan Ashby. 1T can
take you and little Bob too"
Nellie shook her head. Mother
can't be moved, father
"She must be! Nellie, they'll be here
tomorrow Our men ara going to bury
Chicago tonight aud then give 1t up
They're destroying the grain elevators
today, I hear. The lighting viii, be be
/ You'd Chicago tomorrow night"
Mother cannot stand being moved
Mt NIL father-miles and miles to the
end Of the world IN "a open cart! III
simply would DO killing her. She car
run no greater danger here.
| 'Then. you, Nellie; you must go-yos
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