Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-05-09

eV0ryIuluSs AT 4ISl you gave MV q
couple of how-dare-you's, but they
don't count. And If you do hate me
a little more, why, SO much the better.
When l thought you had broken with
Wimburn I said to myself, She's the
one girl In the world for me. I'm 60
was afraid to, for I was afraid of mar
rage. And then-I- Well, I'd better
not Yes, / will. / said, She be-
lleves that men and women are equal
and have equal rights, and she's go
ing to get out and hustle for herself,
like a little man. Maybe she could
learn to love me well enough to go
into a partnership Of hearts, That's
what I said to myself. You mustn't
think it's because / don't want to
cleave to one woman; it's because /
do. But I hate handouts. Do you
see? And now you know what I was
dreaming of. What do you think Of
it?"
The answer to his long grafton was
complete silence. Duane waited for
his answer, and, not getting it, laughed
harshly: "WeIl, that's that. The next
number on our program will be a bal
lad entitled I Never Dream but |
Bump My Head Go on! Marry Clay
Wimburn IN nothing a year and live
m~iserably ever after"
She said nothing to this, either
Duane was in a wretched state of baf-
fement. He put the car to it's PAGES.
and it ripped through space at fifty
miles an hour. Daphne had a new
terror added to the load of her
nerves.
The car went bounding up a steep
incline toward the swerve of a head
land cut in rigid silhouette by the far
reaching searchlight of a a APP
preaching from the other direction.
Duane kept well to the outside of the
road, but just as he met the other
motor and WINGED in the dazzle of its
lamps, a third a trying to pass it on
the curve hurtled into the narrow
space with a blaze like lightning seal
ing the eyes. There was a yelling and
hooting of horns and a sense of dis
aster.
Daphne bent her head and prayed
for life, but without faith. Duane,
half-blinded, swung his front wheels
off the road and grazed a wall. The
rear wheels were not quick enough.
The other car smOte them, crumpling
the mudguard and slicing off the rear
lamp.
Daphne was thrown this way and
that, and it seemed that her spine
must have snapped in a dozen places.
When she opened her eyes again the
car was standing still. Duane turned
to her with terrified questions, and
his hands visited her face and her
arms and shoulders. He held her
hands fast and peered into her eyes
while she promised him that she was
not dead.
The car that had bested his did not
return, but the other did, offering help
from a safe distance till it's identity
was established. LII the light of it's
lamp Duane got down and examined
his own Ear. Besides the damages in
the rear, it had sustained a complete
fracture Of the front axle, a twisted
fender, and a shattered headlight.
The driver of the other a came
up and joined the c~oroner's inquest.
He stared at Duane, and cried in the
tone of an English aristocrat, Sob
bless my soul, amt you Tom Duane?'
Duane, blinking in the light, peered
at him and said: "Yop! I can't see
you, but the voice would be Weth-
erelIs."
"Right-o; it's NE. Oh, pardon me,
you're not alone. Nobody hurt, / hope
and pray"
mo. but we're pretty far from home
and country"
II see! Human! Pity I couldn't get
the number of the swine that hit you.
1 rather fancy I'll have to give you a
lift-what? / was out on a kangaroo
hunt, but that will waltz you don't
mind trusting yourself to bad com
pany."
Duane lowered his voice a~nxiously.
sIs it very bad?"
WethereIl put the mute on his voice.
"As good as yours, I'll wager. But
let's not go into family history. Come
along and we'll take you to the next
neutral port. That would be-"
"Yonkers."
ooh, yes. I fancy those were the
Yonkers we came through a few miles
back. Well, come along"
Duane was embarrassed, but he
could do nothing except take Weth-
erell to his car and introduce him to
Daphne. Miss Kip" he said, 1--WE
got to present Mr.. Wetherell. He
wants us to ride with him as far as
Yonkers. Well get another car
there"
Wetherell came close and said
did he say Mrs. Kip? I can't see
you, but l hope you are the fascinat-
ing Mrs. Kip / met at Newport. Have
you forgotten me so soon?"
81 am Miss Kip" said Daphne.
"Oh, so sorry! / don't mean that,
either. But my Mrs. Kip was a siren
Leila vas her first name. I called
her De-leila, you see. And she called
me Samson. She was a."
"She is my brothers wife," said
Daphne.
"Oh, you don't tell mel" Wetherell
gulped, and his abrupt silence was full
of startling implications that alarmed
Daphne, angered Duane, and threw
Wetherell into confusion.