The Press., 1917-08-23

real joined forces with the Imagination. Somewhere between the two the real became invisible and the invisible seemed almost real. There wasn't thought of fear, but a half formed wish that something would happen to add variety to this throbbing, undulating sensation, without particular motion and with nothing to see. Where we were or what we were doing not one I of our senses could tell. We were only ethereal spots in the midst of an in finite nowhere, at one end of which lay my dying horse and at the other the friend was trying to save.
 knew in a half dazed way we were rushing ahead at speed that was ter rife, but felt impatient that 1t was not greater still The breath of the whirl- wind might have been tame to my ouiverfng, Overwrought nerves. Shut out of the material world by this cloud wall, longed for a thrill of expectant danger to break up the depressing sense of isolation. It wasn't the call for haste so much as the call of impatience-a mind taken entirely out of its realm of accustomed comparisons and clamoring for sensation rather than accomplish ment.
 Such were some of my chaotic i'm pressions when suddenly became con- scious of objects about me and realized that we were slowing down. The green gray ribbons took on a spotted aspect, which gradually expanded into some of natures own pattern, and l was con scious of a sudden relief to get back into the world again. The gray marble pavement shook out into the swift fly ing belt of the morning, then gradually came to a stop in the midst of noun tains, trees and human forms and few other things.
 "Jackv' came a feminine scream from the front seat of our vehicle. Then noticed for the first time my friend in the midst of the group of men, still on his feet, but with a telltRle rope dan gling from limb directly over his head
 We carried him back with us pres ently, seated considerably on the back seat beside the feminine voice, while the mayor and I, as behtted our official rank, rode in front. Thus we proceed
 
 on either side for some distance, not by the green gray ribbons of short half hour before nor even by the shapes of my morning fancy, but by a good, stout guard of armed and penitent men, now anxious to do homage to the man they meant to have slain in the name of the law. In little real haste and a good bit of spite we hit up their gait quite briskly ere they finally part ed company with us after many good ly wish and shake of Jacks hand, then away like the wind for Halseyville.
 Faster and faster over the road that Corenca had galloped so we'll till the ribbons swung up to their old place again and cut off our view of the plains, on past where the avengers that morning had thought they would stop me and while getting their lesson in thoroughbred temper lost just the small margin of time that saved Jack until our return, or splash through the ford where my horse slaked her thirst just before rushing on to her death, on past where held up to rest and to feed her-R brief rest 1t proved and the last she was ever to have-On past where she fell and doubtless now made up her part in the greenish gray ribbon which unrolled beside us. Then we rode into Halseyville and found some unusual excitement ahead, where a group of rough men were attempting to corral a game little mare whose Speed, they declared, was as swift as the wind and who still held the devils own temper.