The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1917-02-15
Y ARRIS, in the Kuppcln autOmO-

toward the SEaIiu Sldllu oIl tAAS
last lap, hotly followed by Morton in
the Carrier. The immense concourse
went wild with enthusiasm. They
stood up and waved hats and hand
kerchiefs and yelled as Harris slowly
drew away from his pursuer. He had
crept up from ninth to first, and now
shot like a prOjectile along the track,
the wheels, Of course, invisible, the
long, dark body of the car conveying
the sense of continuous streak. The
two figures in the Kuppeln looked like
tiny automatons perched inside the
body of the monster.
"You haven't anything like this in
Greece!" I yelled exultantly to DR..
Phileas Emmanuel who, at my slde'
was watching the race with restrained
but obvious interest.
mot yet" he answered. But why
should we? After all, Greece invented
this and practiced it so long that our
people have grown weary Of 1t. When
they are ready, they will revive the
sport once more"
Greece invented automobile rae
i
rash statement almost withdrew my
attention from the speeding cars.
"Byzantium," he corrected. "Of
course, we modern Greeks were not
there then, though you probably were,
and many in this concourse, and GER
tainly Messrs. Harris and Morton"
Automobile racing!" I exclaimed,
looking at Doctor Emmanuel to discov-
err whether the excitement had tenn
porarily unhinged his brain.
Chariot racing, my dear fellow he
answered. In the sixth century OF
the Christian era"
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" groaned the crowd.
Harris had diyerged from the
course, and his automobile, crashing
into the fence, passed through in a
cloud of splinters, tottered upon the
edge of an embankment, leaped 1t,
hung for an instant upon the outer
edge, rishted itself, and careered mad
ly across strip of marshy ground, un-
til an immense boulder tumbled it on
it's side, where it lay like some un-
earthed paleolithic nxaNster. Harris
shot from the car and landed upon his
shoulder a dozen PAGES away. A mo-
ment later Morton passed the grand
stand and, having won the race, began
to slow down.
For a moment the vast assemblage
remained motionless; the next instant
it was dissolved in a stream OF shout
ing, hurrying units, pouring toward
the scene of the accident. by chance
Emmanuel and l were among those
nearest and minute after Harris
had fallen the doctor was at his side,
while volunteers kept back the curious
multitude.
Now, my good fellow, give me
pocket knife" said the doctor to
bystander, and presently he had cut
the bloody shirt from the shoulder OF
the unconscious man. His deft fingers
went searching in the bruised flesh.
"a dislocated humerus, fractured
clavkle, two ribs smashed he salo'
"Its lucky he landed like that. Now
somebody telephone for an ambulance
please. Keep back, gentlemen. NO,
madam, this shirt must not be cut up
for souvenirs. If you will give MIN
air he will recover consciousness
shortly"
Harris was already manifesting
signs of returning consciousness. ne
stretched his limbs and his eyellds
auivered Then he began mutter1ng.
could not catch what he said.
The doctor seemed to hear, though,
for he listened with tho utmost atten-
ton: and when Harris had ceased
speaking and lay still again he Jotted
down some memoranda in the little
book he always carried. The timely
arrival of the ambulance and the ap-
plication of restoratives aroused the
injured man once more. This time ne
seemed fully conscious Of his sur
roundings.
Twill be able to drive at Savannah
next month";" he asked.
Mot unless your bones have glue
in them" answered the doctor.
But I've got to drive!" cried Har'
ris, Historically. Here I've thrown
away the Nestlewood cup, and who
It gone to? Morton, in that rotten old
Carrier. that couldn't catch snail on
five per cent. grade. tell you-
He stopped short, overcome with
weakness, and glared at the doctor as
though he had suffered mortal injury
at his hands. But he surrendered him.
self to the ministrations of the ampu'
lance men, and then, somehow, by
dint of hard pushing and lodging OF
newspaper men who wanted to cross
question us, we found ourselves on the
road that led to the station.
We had an engagement to dine with
Paul Tarrant, the millionaire, at his
magnificent city home, that night
Later, when Mrs. Tarrant had gone
to bed, we sat smoking our hosts i'm
ported perfectos in front of his IL
brary fire.
did you see what the evening pa
pers said about Harris interest in the
racer" asked Tarrant, as we reviewed
a. - IF tho ocpidhnt.