Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-06-29

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"rm not making any conditions"
Smith interposed. "There are num-
Der Of telegraph Offices in Brewster,
and for at least two days longer I
shall always be within easy reach"
Jibbey's anger fiared up once more.
"You think I won't do it? You
think I'll be so glad to get to some
place where they sell whisky that I'll
forget all about it and let you off?
Don't you make any mistake, Monty
Smith! You can't knock me on the
head and lock me up as If I were vel
low dog. I'll fix you'll"
Smith made no reply. Linking his
free arm in Jibbey's, he led the way
through the mazes, stopping at the
tunnel mouth to blow out the candle
and to pick up. Jibbey's suitcase. In
the open air the freed captive tramped
In sober silence at Smiths heels until
they reached the automobile. At the
crossing Of the railroad main track and
the turn into the highway, the river,
bassooning deep-toned among its
powders, was near at hand, and Jib-
hey spoke for the first time since they
left the mine mouth.
I'm horribly thirsty, Monty. That
water In the mine had copper or some
thing In 1t, and I couldn't drink 1t.
You didn't know that, did you--when
You put me in there, mean? Won't
you stop the car and let me 60 and
stick my face In that river?"
The car was brought to stand and
Jibbey got out to scramble down the
river bank in the starlight. Obeying
some inner prompting which he did
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 un-
conscious thirst-quencher on 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 SO
long that It seemed endless to the de-
spairjng frst-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
tyr he shuddered. did tumble in?
''YOu did, for fact"
"And you went in after met"
'tOf course"
mo, BY CAD! II wasn't of course
not by long shot! All you had to
do was to let me 60, and the score
your, score would have been wiped
out for good and all. Why didn't you
do It'll"
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 npon his feet,
couldn't quite compass 1t, and sat
down again.
II don't believe q word Of It," he
mumbled, loose-npped. "You did n
because you're not 10 DANCED tough
and hard-hearted as you thought you
were" And then: "Give me lift,
Monty, and get me into the auto. !
guess-rm about-all i'm
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
1t 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 q
crick rush with him to an elevator,
and SO up to bis own rooms on the
fourth floor.
"aStripp he commanded; "get out Of
those wet rags and tumble into the
bath. Make It as hot az you can stand
1t. I'll 60 down and register you and
have your trunk sent up from the sta.
ton. You have . trunk, haven't your"
Jibbey nshed q soaked card baggage
check ont Of his pocket and passed
It over.
you're 90 bad OF as I am, Monty"
he protested. ''Wait and get some dry
things on before you Co."
''I'l1 be up again before you're out
of the tub. 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. bow
would q pot Of hot coffee from the
cafe strike Won? :"
'sYou could make It baby food and