Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1919-11-27

L suppose not" Kinney returned
thoughtfully, as he went on. 81 dom
know that I would myself. Well, vel
probably see his name in the paper.
some day If he stays with that job I"
However. the nitro-glycerir
expert Of whom they spoke did not get
INTO the papers as a consequence Of
being blown up, although his daily life
was certainly a continuous exposure t.
that risk. Destiny has a constant pas.
sion for the incongruous, and it was
Georges lot to manipulate wholesale
quantities of terrific and volatile ex.
plosives in safety, and to be laid low
by an accident so commont saeo and in.
consequent that it 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
boss" Nevertheless, Fate's ironic
choice for Georges undoing was not a
big and swift and momentous car, such
as Eugene manufactured it 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 a 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 a struck
him; he was thinking of a shiny lam
daulet and a charming figure stepping
into it, and Of the quick gesture of a
white glove toward the chauffeur, mo-
tlon1ng him to go on. George heard a
shout, but did not look up, for he could
not imagine anybody's shouting at him,
and he was too engrossed in the aues-
ton "Was it Lucy?" He could not de-
eide, and his lack Of decision In this
matter probably superinduced a lack
or decision in another, more pressingly
vital. At the second and louder shout
ne did look up; and the car was almost
on him; but he could not make up his
mind If the charming little figure he
mad seen was Lucy's and he could not
make up his mind whether to go back
ward or forward; these questions be-
came entangled in his mind. Then.
still not being able to decide which of
ways to go, he tried to 20 both
and the little car ran him down. 1t
was not moving very rapidly, but it
went all the way over George.
de was conscious Of gigantic vio-
Ience; of roaring and jolting and con-
cussion; Of choking clouds of dust.
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
EGGS. Then he became aware that the
machine was being lifted off of him.
were gathering in a circle
round him, Cabling.
His forehead was believed with the
sweat of anguish, and he tried to wipe
off this dampness. but failed. He could
not get his arm that far.
New mind" a policeman said: and
could see above his eyes the
skirts of the blue coat, covered with
and sunshine. Ambulance here in
| minute. New mind tryin' to move
my. You want 'em to send for some
ipecial doctor?"
No" Georges lips formed the word.
"Or to take you to some private
lospital?" /,
Tell them to take me-" he said
ito the City hospital"
"a right"
A smallish young man in a buster
ldgeted among the crowd, explaining
nd protesting and a strident-yoiced !
irl, his companion, supported his ar
ument, declaring to everyone her ,
Willingness to offer testimony in any
curt Of law that every blessed word
e said was the Gods truth. !
TITS the felfa that hit you" the no.
ceman said, looking down on George.
guess he's right; you must of ben
11nkin' about somep'n' or other. It's l
'unnerful the damage them little ma
hines can do-you'd never think it :
ut guess they amt much case ag'in
ais fella that was drivin' it."
you bet your life they amt no case /
meW the young man in the duster {
greed, with great bitterness. He came
nd stood at Georges feet, addressing I
i'm h%eatedly: sim sorry fer you all t
ght, and Iedon't say I amt. I hold
othin' against you, but it wasn't any
lore my fault than the statehouse! e
1asn't goin' a step over eight miles a
q hourI I'm perfectly willing to say :
sorry for you though, and SOS the a
ldy with me. We're both willing to Z
~ that much, but that's all, under 2
q
Georges drawn eyelids twitched; n
IS mIsted glance rested f1eetingly up =
q the two protesting motorists, and 9
he old imperious spirit within him Il
Ickered up in a single word. Lying \
his back in the middle of the street,
here he was regarded by an increas-
g public as an unpleasant curiosity, t
, spoke this word clearly from a o
outh filled with dust, and from lips o
neared with blood. G
{. +. 1t was a word which inter- h