The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-03-03

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Are you going, Immanuel?" aske
Tarrant in surprise. when tn
prophecy is fulfilled the augur is a
home, you know"
Il have to read a paper at the ar
nual meeting of the Georgia Mediea
society that evening"" the doctor an
Swered.
What a coincidence" exclaimed.
The doctor smiled. las you please,
he answered. AT any rate, you see
history is in the making. Will yor
come, Tarrant?"
Yes, confound you, I will come,
answered our host, throwing aside his
Assyrian catalogue. Emmanuel, you
have got me thoroughly wrought uI
by your exotic beliefs. I'll come and
see Harris killed"
And then you'll believer"
Not if Harris confessed himself to
be Hippias in his last will and tesla
ment."
Doctor Emmanuel grinned broadly. l
had never seen him look so facetious.
Some day. Mr.. Tarrant," he said,
placing his hand upon the big mans
shoulder, I'VE shall find out who you
were when Rome was mistress of the
world Like as not you were an AS
syrian slave who spent his days ma
king catalogues of his masters manu-
SCRIPTS" he added maliciously.
And was plagued by a confounded
bonesetter from Athens who persisted
IN assuring me that in my next incar-
nation l should be the owner of some
OF the choicest of my masters treas
ures," answered Tarrant well, I'll
come, anyhow How about you?" he
continued, turning to me.
I'm with you," answered.
There is nothing more to record ex-
cept the final spectacle. Ten cars had
been entered in the race, but by COM
mon opinion Harris and Morton would
run close together at the finish. The
grand stand was packed; excitement
was intense. We had three of the best
seats in the enclosure, close to the !
judges, and I remember pointing to |
dignffied old Senator Smart and his |
wife and asking Emmanuel whether |
they were Justinian and his consort.
But he was obviously too distressed
Tor me to continue this sort of badin-
age. His eyes were riveted upon Har-
lis as he drove by to the accompani-
nent of tumultuous cheering, his
broken collar-bone still supported by a
slender brace. 1t was madness for him
o attempt to drive. / saw him glare
It Morton in his Carrier, and saw Nor
on return the glare every whit as
ruelly. There could be no doubt that
tragedy were averted one of the
wo would leave the course a broken
IAN, never to race again.
They were off. They had started on
he long race, all ten of them, and as
ach car swept by the crowd cheered
71ldly and discussed the issue in =,
able of tones. But soon they settled
1emselves down to await the long +,
rawn out issue. Presently the weak
cars began to lag behind or drop Z
ut of the race. Tires burst, mechan-
I'M went out of gear, defeated drivers {
lllenly retired. Five were left in,
len four. Then three. Suddenly I
aught sight of a woman upon the
ench below me, not ten PAGES dis a
mt. U
1t was Mae Connolly, and she looked t
a Byzantine lady might have looked +
hen the warriors fought or the char 4
teers raced in the arena. She was n
Did, but as intensely cold as a bar of b
eel that sears the hand like fire in an E
cite winter She sat unmoving, hard Il
breathing. her flashing eyes dilated, Il
sr lips apart, as though she drank in n
e spectacle of the contest and await d
bloody ending. She seemed as Il
,rfectly poised and as self-sure as the h
yress crouching for her victim. She -
d not move or change in one iota tt
hen Harris swept by, when Morton,
wv his only rival, raced after him. s,
Lrdly three cars lengths distant. The W
ecks in the far distance grew larger II
I'd resolved themselves into the cars k
ain. Now they were passing on the D,
nultimate lap, and saw that Nor ST
had drawn closer. The concourse ii
AIRED, but still the woman sat un- w
oved. Tarrant was moved; In a,
anuel sat as though dumbly awaiting m
9 inevitable catastrophe; but the n
,man was not moved. And knew
at it was the lust for conquest that
tranced her. 1t was for her these
IN were striving, and she knew that
was to be strife unto death. &C
And now the cars were whirling "
ok again on the last round of all io
the spectators stood up and yelled III
d screamed and shouted themselves
o husky whispers. They were al oe
st abreast now-Harris leading: 81
~ were abreast; Morton was pass. ID
him, inch by inch. inch by inch. Tia
iris was falling back! No, it was &c
delusion caused by the foreshort- oe
ng of the bend of the track. Harris IN
8 still In the lead-or was Morton? In
eyes swan. l heard a thousand GU
es, asservating, denying. And then. IN
Id all that confusion, I saw Mae 40
nnelly again, seated just as immoy- ma
y, but now with head eraned for Sc
I'd, and her thumb els
Ter thumb was pointing upward. ma
consciously she had assumed the at. so