The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1919-12-20


Eyes, think he is." said Eugene.
mo. haven't anything TO offer him."
Il suppose not" Kinney returned
thoughtfully. as he went on. II don't
know that would myself. Well. wen
probably see his name In the papers
some day II he stays with that Job I"
However, the nitro-glycerin
expert Of whom they spoke did not get
into the papers as a consequence OF
being blown mp, although his daily life
was certainly continuous exposure to
that risk. Destiny has a constant pas
sion for the Incongruous, and II was
Georges lot to manipulate wholesale
quantities Of terrific and volatile ex-
pIosiyes In safety, and to be laid low
by an accident so commonplace and In
consequent that IL was a comedy.
Fate had reserved for him the final In
suit OF riding him down under the
wheels OF one OF those juggernauts at
which he had once shouted "GIt a
hossi" Nevertheless, Fate's ironic
choice FOR Georges undolng was not a
big and swift and momentous car, such
as Eugene manufactured; II was a spe-
cimen OF the hustling little type that
was flooding the country. the cheapest.
commonest. hardest little car ever
made.
The accident took place upon Sun
day morning. on a downtown crossing,
with the streets almost empty, and no
reason In the world for such a thing
TO happen. He had gone out for his
Sunday morning walk. and he was
thinking OF an automobile at the very
moment when the little car struck
him; he was thinking OF shiny Ian
daulet and charming figure stepping
into II. and OF the quick gesture OF a
white glove toward the chauffeur, mo-
ti0ning him TO go on. George heard q
shout, but did not look mp. for he could
not Imagine anybody's shouting at him,
and he was too engrossed In the ques-
ton "Was II Lucy7" He could not de-
eide. and his lack OF decision In this
matter probably superinduced lack
of decision In another, more pressingly
vital. At the second and louder shout
he did look up; and the car was almost
on him; but he could not make up his
mind II the charming little figure he
had seen was Lucy's and he could not
make up his mind whether to go back
ward or forward; these questions be-
came entangied I'm his mind. Then,
still not being able 10 decide which OF
two ways to go. he tried to go both
and the little car ran him down. II
was not moving very rapidly, but II
went all the way over George.
He was conscious OF gigantic yio-
lence; OF roaring and jolting and con-
cussion; OF choking clouds of dust,
shot with lightning. about his head
he heard swapping sounds as loud as
shots from a small pistol, and was
stabbed by excruciating pains In his
legs. Then he became aware that the
machine was being lifted OF OF him.
People were gathering In a circle
round him, Cabling.
His forehead was believed with the
sweat OF anguish, and he tried to wipe
of this dampness, but failed. He could
not get his arm that far.
"Nev' mind" a policeman said; and
George could see above his eyes the
skirts OF the blue coat, covered with
dust and sunshine. Ambulance here In
n minute. New mind tryIn' to move
any. You want 'em to send for some
special doctorH"
'NO" Georges lips formed the word
"Or TO take you TO some private
hOspltalr
''Tell them TO take me-" he snid
family, ITO the City hospital"
"a right"
A smallish young man I'm buster
ndgeted among the crowd. explaining