Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-06-27

..!ne as though [ were a thief. You'll
be killed for it, | hope"
You think I'm a spy" he asked,
astoniHhed.
What else are you?"
"A spy" he repeated. is that
what you are? Ard You suppose me
eStremeIy- He checked himself,
looked around at her. what are
YOU about?" he demanded. 'What's
that in your hand?'
"A cigarette"
got over the wall with the box; she
vaultcd if lightly.
In the darkness he caught the low
steady throbbing of his engine, and
presently distinguished the car
St9 aGat n where Sn he he had 56t left it,
II am not thief! Are you 90
ing to lay that charge ag g me?''
II don't know. Is it worse than
charging you with three separate at
tcmnt5 to murder me?"
Are you going to take me to
n I'll see 1;.+ y Youn go as far as Or
81 don't care to go"
II don't care whether you want
to go Or not. Get into the carr"
wheel: he tossed in the olive wood
box. turrNd on his lamps, and took
tho wheel.
"Nay I have match for my cigar
ette?" she asked meekly
He found one. scratched it: she
placed very thick and long cigarette
between her lips and he lighted it
for her.
Just as he threw in the clutch and
the car started. the girl blew a show
hn 90 L
cfgarette. rose in her seat. and flung
the lighted cigarette high into the air
instantly it burst into a flare of Grim
son fire, hanging aloft as though it
road and creek and bushes and fields
with a brilliant strontium glare.
Then, far in the night, he heard
motor horn screech three times.
"You young DEVIL" he said, increas-
ing the speed. az ought to have re-
membered that every snake has it's
mate. If you offer to touch me
If you move-if you as much as lift a
finger. I'll throw YOU into the creek"
The car was flying now, Keeling
over the dirt road like a drunken
wheel. his strained gaze fixed on the
shaft of light ahead. through which
the road strAamed like a torrent.
A great wind roared In his ears:
his cap was gone. The car hurled
itself forward through an endless
Presently he began to slow down;
the furious wind died away; the
streaking darkness sped by less
swiftly.
"Have you gone mad?" she cried
in his ear. you'll kill us BOTH"
Wait" he shouted back; ''I'1l show
70 uand your friends behind US what
speed really is"
The car was still slowing down as
they passed over 4 wooden bridge
where a narrow road. partly washed
out, turned to the left and ran along
hillside. Into this he steered.
Who is chasing us?" he asked
curiOusly, still incredulous that any
embassy whatever was involved in
this amazing affair.
"Friend~"
'More Turks?"
She did not renlv.
He sat still. listening for a few
moments. then hastily started his car
down the hill.
Now" he said. "I'll show yor what
this car Of mine really can do! Are
Won afraid?'
She said between he" teeth;
I'D he fool if I were not All
I pray for is that yoT'll kill yourself.
too"
"We'll chance it together, my muir
derous little friend"
The wind hogan to roar again as
they rushed downward over a hill
that seemed endless. She chung to
hcr seat and he hun~ to his wheel
like grim death: and. for one terrible
instant, she almost lost conscious
noes.
Then the terrific sn"ce slacEened:
the car. running swiftly woe now
cneeding over a macadoro rood: and
Neeland Touched a"d cried in he~ ear.
"Better 1iGht another of vour heI1's
own cigarettes if vou want your
friends to "01'ow rs" >
(To Be Con3inucD