Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-07-14

And 90 on for at least Ave minutes.
Then the captain hung up the receiver
and came back to the waiting room.
Bargains made, Mr.. Graves" he an.
nounced. "Pete'll have some sort Of II
turnout alongside soon's he can get 1t
harnessed. II you've got any extra
storm duds In that satchel of yours I'd
advise you to put 'em on. We're goin'
to have q rough passage"
Just how rough 1t was likely to be,
Graves realized when he emerged from
the station to board the Shattuck bug
". Pete himself had driven the
equipage over from the livery stable.
II wouldn't do this for anybody but
you, cap'n.' he vouchsafed In what
might be called reproachful shout
"Wouldn't do whatw replied the cap
tain. looking first at the ancient horse
and then at the battered buggy.
LET this horse out night like this."
"Humph! should think night
would be the only time you would let
him out. There, there! Never mind
Get aboard, Mr.. Graves. Put your
satchel on the floor between your feet.
Here, let me hist that boot for you
The boot was a rubber curtain
buttoned across the front of the buggy,
extending from the dashboard to just
below the level Of the drivers eyes
The lawyer clambered in behind IT,
the captain followed, the end of the
reins was passed through a slit In the
boot. Mr.. Shuttock. after inquiring IT
they were "all taut," gave the COM
mand. "Gid-dap!" and horse and buggy
moved around the corner of the station
out into darkness.
The view ahead, over the boot. was
blackness, bordered by spidery trees
and branches whipping In the wind.
Occasionally they passed houses sit
ting well back from the road. Il lighted
window cleaning cozily. And ever.
as they moved. the storm seemed to
gather force.
1T is blowing worse than ever. isn't
it, yelled the nervous Graves.
"Hey? No; just about the same. It's
dead sou'west, and W, re getting out OF
the woods. that's all. UP on those bare
hills we catch the full force Of 1t right
of the sound. Be there pretty soon
now IL this Old Hundred Of horse
would quit walkin' In his sleep and
really move Them lights ahead are
South Denboro."
The lights were clustered ut the foot
Of long and rather steep hill. Down
the declivity bounced and rocked the
buggy. The horses hoofs sounded hOl.
low on the planks OF bridge. The
road narrowed and became village
street, bordered and arched by tall trees
which groaned and thrashcd in the hur-
ricane. The rain, as 1t beat in over the
boot, had, SO the lawyer fancied. q
salty taste.
The captain bent down. Say. mis-
ter" he shouted. "where was 1t yol
wanted to stop? Who is it you're look
in for?''
"What?"
81 say--Heavens to Betsy-how that
wind does screech! say, whereabouts
shall I land you? This Ia South Den
boro. Whose house do you want to
go TOT"
I'm looking for one OF your leading
citizens. Elisha Warren is his name"
"What?"
ELISHA Warren. r.
He was interrupted. There was a
sharp crack overhead, followed by q
tremendous rattle and crash. Then
down upon the buggy descended what
to Graves appearedNto be an avalanche
Of scratching. tearing twigs and branch
es. They ripped away the boot and
laprobe and jammed him back against
the seat, their sharp points against his
breast The buggy was jerked for
ward few feet and stopped short.
He heard the clatter Of boots and
shouts, Of "Whoa!' and Stand still!'
He tried to rise, hut the tangle Of twigs
before him seemed impenetrable, 80 he
gave it up and remained where he was
Then after an interval came . hail
from the darkness:
Hi, there! Mr.. Graves, ahoy! Hurt
be your"
"No." The lawyers tone was doubt.
full moo, IL guess not. That you
captain y
eyes, its me. Stand still. you fool
head! Quit your hoppin' up and
down. These commands were evi
IDENTIFY addressed to the horse. '"Glad
you amt hurt. Better get out, hadn''
Your
T-rm not SURE that can get out
What on earth has happensdT
'Tree limb carried away. Lucky fol
Us we got tho brush end stead Of thu
butt scooch down and SEQ II you can,
wriggle out underneath. did"
Mr.. Graves obediently "scooched.'
After struggle he managed to slide
under the tangle Of branches and q
length stood ON his feet in the road b
side the buggy.
Graves found his companion stand
ing at the horses head. holding tn
frightened animal b. the bride. TIT
rain was descending IN Q food
well" gaspsd the agitated New
Yorker, Ell be hanged II this isn't
.Ain't III But say, Mr.. Graves, VIII
did you say Jon was comm to see7"
"Oh. a person named Elisha Warren
He lives In this forsaken hole some
where. I believe. II l had know
what an experience must 80 rnrousf
to reach him I'd have seen him ut the
l DC 4 wi =. - ~ "a va -
From the bulky figure At the horses
head came a chuckle.
"HumDhi Well. Mr.. Graves, IL th(