The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1919-06-04


sight more. He gives up his freedom,
and if she gives up hers she's only
giving up something she doesn't know
how to use anyway"
Daphne had rarely found man
who would talk to her with Duane's
frankness, and IL there is anything
that interests a woman more than an
other 1t is to hear womankind an
alyzed, even satirized. She was eager
for more vinegar.
"You won't be shocked and angry?'
he asked.
II don't think So"
You don't know how pleasant It is
to talk life and love to a woman who
doesn't rear up and feel insulted at
everything. At first you gave me a
couple of how-dare-you's, but they
don't count. And if you do hate me
little more. why, so much the better.
When l thought you had broken with
Wimburn l said to myself, She's the
one girl in the world for me. I'm 60
ing to ask her to marry me- But l
was afraid to. for was afraid of mar
riage. And then-I- Well, I'd better
not Yes. will. l said, she be-
lieves that men and women are equal
and have equal rights, and she's 60
ing to get out and hustle for herself,
like little man. Maybe she could
learn to love me we'll enough to 90
into partnership of hearts, That's
what l said to myself. You mustn't
think it's because l don't want to
cleave to one woman; it's because
do. But l hate handouts. Do you
see! And now you know what l was
| dreaming of. What do you think of
itY"
The answer to his long grafton was
complete silence. Duane waited for
his answer, and, not getting it, laughed
harshly: well, that's that. The next
number on our program will be bal
lad entitled 4 Never Dream but
Bump My Head Go on! Marry Clay
Wimburn on nothing year and live
miserably ever after"
She said nothing to this. either
Duane was in a wretched state of BAT
Element. He put the car to it's PAGES
and 1t ripped through space at fifty
miles an hour. Daphne had q new
terror added to the load of hel
nerves.
The car went bounding up a steer
incline toward the Swerve of a head
land cut in rigid silhouette by the far
reaching searchlight of car ap
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, third car trying to pass it or
the curve hurtled into the narrow
space with a blaze like lightning scar
ing the eyes. There was yelling ant
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 wheel:
off the road and grazed a wall. TIT
rear wheels were not quick enough
The other car smote them, crumplin:
the mudguard and slicing off the real
| lamp.
Daphne was thrown this way ant
that and it seemed that her spin,
must have snapped in a dozen places
When she opened her eyes again thu
car was standing still. Duane turned
to her with terrified questions. ant
his hands visited her face and he
arms and shoulders. He held hel
hands fast and peered into her eye.
| while she promised him that she wa.
not dead.
The car that had bested his did no
return, but the other did, offering hell
from safe distance till its identit.
was established. In the light Of it
lamp Duane got down and examined
his own car. Besides the damages il
the rear, it had sustained complete
fracture of the front axle, twisted
fender, and q shattered headlight.
The driver of the other car came
I'D and joined the coroner's inquest
He stared at Duane, and cried in tn
tone of an English aristOcrat, Cob
bless my soul, amt you Tom Duane?
Duane, blinking in the light, peere,
at him and said: "Yop! l can't Sc
you, but the voice would be Weth
erell's."
"Right-o; it's me. Oh. pardon me
you're not alone. Nobody hurt, hop
and pray"
mo. but we're pretty far from HON
and country"
II see! Hum-m! Pity I couldn't &c
the number of the swine that hit you
l rather fancy I'll have to give you
lift-what? 1 was out on kangaroo
hunt, but that will wait-if you don
mind trusting yocrself to bad CON
pany."
Duahe lowered his voice anxiously
SIS it very bad?"
Wetherell put the mute on his voice
"As good as yours, I'll wager. Blu
let's not go into family history. Com
along and We'll take you to the mex
neutral port. That would be-"
"Yonkers."
"Oh, yes. I fancy those were. tn
YonkerSHye came through few mile
D1nol6 - In coma o,Ov,v"