Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-10-19

not stop to analyze, Smith left his seat
behind the wheel and walked over to
the edge of the embankment where
Jibbey had descended. With the glare
Of the roadster's acetylenes turned the
other way, Smith could see Jibbey at
the foot of the slope lowering himself
face downward on his propped arms to
reach the water. Then, in that instant,
Jibbey careless in his thirst lost his
balance and went headlOng into the
torrent.
A battling con had passed before
Smith, battered, beaten and half
strangled, succeeded in landing the I'M
conscious thirst-quencher on a shelv-
ing bank three hundred yards below
the stopped automobile. After that
there was another con in which he
completely forgot his own bruisings
while he worked desperately over the
drowned man, raising and lowering the
| limp arms while he strove to recall
more Of the resuscitative directions
given in the Lawrenceville Athletic
clubs frst-aid drills.
In good time, after an interval 80
| long that it seemed endless to the de-
spairing first-aider, the breath came
back into the reluctant lungs. Jibbey
coughed, choked, gasped and sat up.
His teeth were chattering, and he was
chilled to the bone by the sudden
plunge into the cold snow-water, but
he was Enthusiastically alive.
"What-what happened to me, Mon
typ" he shuddered. did I tumble inf"
'You did, for fact"
"And you went in after me?"
"Of course"
"No, by CAD! 1t wasn't of course
not by a long shot! All you had to
do was to let me go, and the score
your score-would have been wiped
out for good and all. Why didn't you
do it?"
Because I promised somebody that
I would bring you back to Brewster
tonight, alive and well, and able to
send telegram"
Jibbey tried to get upon his feet,
couldn't quite compass it, and sat
down again.
81 don't believe word Of it." he
mumbled, loose-lipped. you did 1t
because you're not so DANCED tough
and hard-hearted as you thought you
WERE" And then: "Give me lift,
Monty, and get me into the auto. I
guess-I'm abOut-all in"
Smith half led, half carried his
charge up to the road. A final heave
lifted him into his place, and it is safe
to say that Colonel Dexter Baldwin's
roadster never made better time than
it did on the race which finally brought
the glow of the Brewster town lights
reddening against the eastern sky.
At the hotel Smith helped his drip
ping passenger out Of the car, made a
quick rush with him to an elevator,
and so up to his own rooms on the
fourth floor.
Strip he commanded; "get out Of
those wet rags and tumble into the
bath. Make 1t as hot as you can stand
it. I'll go down and register you and
have your trunk sent up from the sta
ton. You have a trunk, haven't your
Jibbey fished a soaked card baggage
check out of his pocket and passed
1t over.
you're as bad off as I am, Monty"
he protested. "Wait and get some dry
things on before you CO."
"I'll be up again before you're out
of the tub. l suppose you'd like to put
yourself outside of big drink of
whisky, just about now, but that's
one thing I won't buy for you. How
would a pot of hot coffee from the
cafe strike your" ..-
"You could make 1t baby food and
I'd drink 1t If you said So" chartered
the drowned one from the inside of
the wet undershlrt he was trying to
pull off over his head.
(To BE CoNTINuERA