The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1918-04-12

ting we'll back from the road, lighted
window cleaning cozlly. And ever,
as they moved, the storm seemed to
gather force.
ait Is blowing worse than ever, isn't
itr' yelled the nervous Graves.
"Hey2 No; just about the same. It's
dead sou'west, and we're getting out Of
the woods, that's all. Up on those bare
hills we catch the full force of 1t right
Off 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 at the foot
of a 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 q village
street, bordered and arched by tall trees
which groaned and thrashed I'm the hur-
ricane. The rain, as 1t beat In over the
boot, had, 80 the lawyer fancied.
salty taste.
The captain bent down. "Say. mis-
ter" he shouted, where was It you
wanted to stop? Who Is 1t you're look.
in for"
"WhatT'
81 say-Heavens to Betsy-how that
wind does screechl I say, whereabouts
shall I land your This is South Dem
boro. Whose house do You want to
60 tot"
I'm looking for one Of your leading
citizens. Elisha Warren is his name"
"What?"
ELISHA Warren. r.
He was interrupted. There was q
sharp crack overhead, followed by q
tremendous rattle and crash. Then
down upon the buggy descended what
to Graves appeared to 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 clatrer lof hoofs and
shouts of ''Whoar' and "Stand still"
He tried to rise, but the tangle Of twigs
before him seemed impenetrable, SO he
gave it up and remained where he was.
Then after an interval came hafi
from the darkness:
''Hi, there! Mr.. Graves, ahoy! Hurt.
be your
mo" The lawyers tone was doubt
full. moo, II guess not. That you.
captainT'
Eyes, it's me. Stand still. you tool
head! Quit your hoppin' uT and
DOWN. These commands were EVIL
IDENTIFY addressed to the horse. "Glad
you amt b, TT. Better get out. hadn't
you?"
I-Im not sure that can get out.
What on earth has happened"
''Tree limb carried away. Lucky for
us we got the brush END stead of the
butt. Scooch down and see IL you can't
wriggle out underneath. / did"
Mr.. Graves obediently "scooched."
After struggle he managed to slide
under the tangle of branches and at
length stood on his feet In the road be-
side the buggy.
Graves found his companion stand
ing at the horses head. holding the
frightened animal by the bride. The
rain was descending in food.
WELL" gasped the agitated New
Yorker, "Tll he hanged If this Isn't
"Ain't 1t? But say, Mr.. Graves. who
did you say you was comm to seer"
"Oh, a person named Elisha Warren!
He lives In this forsaken hole some
where, believe. If had knowh
what an experience must go through
to reach him I'd have seen him at the
devil"
From the bulky figure at the horses
head came a chuckle.
"Humph! Well, Mr.. Graves, II the
butt Of that limb had fetched us In
stead of t'other end don't know but
You might have seen him there. I'm
Elisha Warren, and that's my house
over yonder where the lights ara"