Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1919-05-08

queues ran to the scene OF Wetherell's
disaster.f
At firif they could not see weth-
erell. bu they saw Daphne and her
peril, and they set frantically to work
to drag sher free. But she was SO
caught that they could not release her
until they should remove the car. They
pulled and heaved. but 1t was jammed
into the culvert and the ditch so tight
that they could not bulge it, though
they took risk enough and suffered
blistered hands and charred clothes.
At last one chauffeur fastened
chain toi the rear axle Of Wetherelrs
car and TO the front axle of his. and,
by alternate backing and swerving.
dragged and hoisted Wetherell's car
upward and rearwnrd while other men
snatched Daphne from beneath and
away frdm the flames just as they
were nibAling at her skirts.
At the Same time they disclosed the
body Of Fetheren and with huge diff
f1culty fetched it forth. Still others
found Leila In a heap, a toy with
broken jSints..
The la$t thing Daphne had known
was the tensation of being shaken to
death, q helpless mouse in a terriers
mouth. The next she knew was that
she WINS seated on the edge Of a ditch
and leaning against the shoulder Of a
kneeling. woman In evening dress.
A number of shadowy men and
| women Wpvered against the soaring
glare Of 4he gasoline.
They. arrived at last at a hospital.
Daphne 9as lifted out and delivered
| into the possession of two curt young
internes. She was stretched on a lit
ter, carried feet foremost into IN ele-
vator, doEn q corridor to q room, and
rolled OUT on bed. Two nurses pro-
ceeded tol updress her and bathe her.
Then an older doctor came in and ex-
amlned her injuries. She blazed with
shame, one complete blush; but to
him she was hardly more than a car
brought to a garage. He nodded cheer
fully and said:
mot a bone broken, young lady,
| and no internal arrangements that 1
can discover. A few burns, that's all.
and big shock"
"Is Leila hurt much7" Daphne
mumbled.
"She is hurt trifle worse than you.
But she'll come round all right"
II don't believe you'll" said Daphne,
and sighed. "Poor BayardI"
"Who Is BayardT"
my brother-her husband"
"Ah, the young man who was The
other young man was not your hus-
band, thenT
Daphne shook her head. HE is no
relation-a friend"
perhaps we'd better notify Bayard.
What's his last name? Has he q tele-
phone?"
Daphne muttered his name and num-
ber. Then her head was lifted, q cap
sule placed In her mouth. and a glass
Of water held to her lips. When she
was restored to her pillow q sedative
was within her to subdue the
her thousnts.
She wondered what Duane would
think Of her now. She remembered
| the money she had asked him to lend
her. 1t would be in the mornings
mail. But she would not be there to
open 1t. Mrs. Chivvis might not dare
to.
All her acquaintance Began to march
past Daphne's brain in review.
Thoughts and half-thoughts and whim-
sizes danced through her mind in q car
nival Of stupor and frenzy, while to
the eyes of the nurses she lay still and
slept.
In another room Leila was shrek
Ing and fighting. whimpering and
moaning, q torn gazelle under the
claws and fangs Of tigerish pain. Alb
ruptly there came a lethal silence also
from her. They had succeeded In
drugging her at last.
When Daphne had left Bayard In
the afternoon she had found that he
was depressed, but not how deeply.
She supposed that his money loss was
only a failure of expected profits, or
the mishap Of an investment. She
did not dream that he was crippled
financially.
Bayard was SO forlorn, so profound
ly ashamed Of his bad guesswork,
that he could not bear to show his
face at any Of his clubs that night.
| ne udu DOdSteu tHere TOO OFTEN OF
having bought heavily of the stock. He
had persuaded too many of his friends
to invest In 1t.
So he went where busy men go
when other places are closed to them.
He went home. When he reached his
apartment he found that Leila had
given the servants night out.
| Leila had left no word Of her own
plans. After a forlorn delay Bayard
called for Daphne. She was gone, too,
with no word of her return.
At last the telephone rang. A mans
voice spoke and explained that 1t
smoke frouithe hospital.
us Mr.. Zip there? Is this Mr.. Kip?
MIR. Bayard Kip? Your wife is here,
and your sister. and your friend Weth-
erell-automobile accident-out here
on Long lsland-pretty bad smash.
Your wife's not very well-better
come out-as soon as you can"
| The world reeled. Bayard seized his
hat, played tattoo On the elevator
bell, darted into the street, yelled ut a
taxicab with feroclty, got in, ordered
Il