The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1917-02-03

shifted ~ il curiouSly, bat the giucl Ike
: substance now soaking through his
| shaggy coat was matter needing
much more urgent attention. Forget
ting the menace Of thai rrpcll,ut
! stranger. ne rolled fraaticuly on his
, back, "udcavuriny - rid himself of
/ that cuhcrinG and vXaSporaIiug liquid
/ with which hc was Sncarrd. Ills long.
, sticky hairs caught up that scrap of
/ paper, which. 10y his distracted waIlOw-
in-. was worked into his matted coat
until It chung with burriikc truacity
Although Black Tony was in igno-
rance that his discriminating diagram
mad been appropriated in this odd
! manner, he had an inherent dislike
{ FOR all animals. which he now mani
! Tested by hcStOWing Il we'll directed
/ kick with his heavy boot upon the
! struggling SANDY. The injured and
/ much aggricved puppy gave one yelp
/ of Panied surprise and dartcd out of
/ the tent. With dropping tail and
equally dropping spirits, he started rs
| fast as his short legs could carry him
for the home OF Aunty Kicks. which
was the place of his nativity. and
! where no such brutal treatment as
this had ever been melted OUT To him.
The maltreatrd Sandy. reaching the
oid gray farmhouse which had former
| Is been his home. raced through the
open door into the cheerful living
room where somewhat detected
| ~, kindly faced woman.
Stakes alive, If il amt that pup
come back home," she calculated.
Her !oungur-cycd companion irnme-
diately saw that something wa, amiSs
with the pet lie had bestowed upon
Margcry Golden as parting gift.
Then he saw the scrap of paper
sticking in the dogs matted hair and
his face grew serious. Perhaps the
one he loved was in danger and in
This strange way had sent a message
asking his help. With swift fingers ne
diS"ntahglci the paper and. Smoothing
out its Sumny crcaScS. Srudicd ii with
f"owning intensity. What he saw was
rough sketch of barge field tent.
with tree outlined close beside il.
I, the puz7lcd-cycd young man
came a sudden aud startled comure-
hcnsiOn of those apparently meaning
Tess drawings. Only that afternoon he
had passed the~sreat manor house and
had seen the preparations for the lawn
fetc 20 which hc had received no IL
vitation. He had acted :he striped
marquee put up directly under the
mammoth oak.
That time would undoubtedly be the
supper hour. Davy'S face wen: wh,tr
as h" hurricdly glanced at the clock
on the mantcl. \ fearful apprchen-
sion seized him that it might already
be too late t. prevent the fright
FIJI massacre planned ay the one.
armed criminal. Paying no heed to
the anxious queries of his wonder
ing cOmpanion. he rushed from that
room IN frenzy of dread forebod-
ing. As he flung himself upon his DuI
sailing motorcycle and shot out into the
darkness. His fear would have been
hunGrcdfold Intensified coul,i he have
IL
that moment touched Z: lighted match
to the end OF the time fuse projecting
frOIl the nearly severed oak.
1t was a race between a spark OF
fire eating rs way up the ever.
shortening fuse and wildly driven
motorcycle lurching through the night
I The stakes of that desperate race we're
precious human lives Once the race
WIS nearly lost, as the -Dunding ma.
chine missed by a hairs breadth u
; heavy touring car with riSion-hIinding
headlights. Then &c carecned into the
driveway o. the brilliantly lighted
grounds, raced madly across the level
stretch of lawn nnd into the very tent
Itself before its white-lipped rider
leapcd from the saddle
run. all of you! Run for your
lives. - he cried franticaIly.
AS his meaning dawned upon the
startled guests they stampndpd from
that threatened tent like IL flock of
fcar-craZed sheep. Even as they
cleared the guy-rOpeS Il dull. munIpd
detonatiOn split the air and the strIrk
| en- oak swayed unstcadily for an in
slant; then it came topping down on
| those deserted walls of canvas with =
roar like the mighty crash of thunder
clouds
As David Manley relinquished his
hold on the white-faced girl whose life.
! he mad saved, Enoch Golden CRASHED
him TREMENDOUSLY by the hand in silent
/ thanks for their deliverancr from dis
aster. Margcry turned to him u little
| shyly.
81 don't know how to thank you for
what you have done, Davy." she said
| impulsively.
But the deeply hurt young man only
/ acknowledged her gratitude with q
| StifIly formal bow as he turned and
strobe away into the darkness.
CTO BE CONTINUEDD
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