The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-01-09


II he does blow up. From all I hear
It's usually only question OF time
They say she hasn't got anything else
10 depend on"
II suppose not
"WelE-I wondered" Kinney hest
tated "I was wondering why you
hadn't thought OF finding something
| around your works for him. You used
TO be such a tremendous friend of the
! family thought perhaps you-of
| course know he's a queer lott know
/ he's"
Yes, think he Ia" said Eugene.
"No. / haven't anything TO offer him. y
81 suppose not" Kinney returned
| thOughtfuIly, as he went on II don't
know that would myself. Well. well
probably see his name In the papers
some day II he stays with that job -
However. the nitro-glycerin
expert OF whom they spoke did not get
into the papers as consequence OF
being blown up although his daily life
was certainly continuous exposure tp
that risk. Destiny mas constant pas
sion for the homogeneous, and 1t was
quantities OF terrific and volatile ex-
plosives in safety. and 10 he laid low
BY an accident so commonplace and In
consequent that IL was q 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 cit u
hOss :" Nevertheless. Fates ironic
choice for Georges undoing 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 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 car struck
him; he was thinking of n shiny lam
daulet and a charming figure stepping
into 1t. and OF the quick gesture Of
white glove toward the chauffeur, mo-
tiOning him TO go on. George heard Il
shout. but did not look up. for he could
not imagine anybody's shouting ut him,
and he was too engr0ssed in the ques-
ton "Was it Lucy?" He could not de-
eide, and his lack of decision in this
matter probably superinduced a lack
of decision In another, more presslngly
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 If the charming little figure he
had seen was Lucy's and he could not
make up his mind whether to 20 back
ward or forward these questions be-
came entangled in his mind Then,
still not being able To decide which Of
two ways 10 90. he tried TO go both !
ana the little car ran him down. 1t (
was not moving very rapidly. but 1t
went all the way over George.
He was conscious of gigantic vio- /
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 +
was being lifted off of him I
People We're gathering in circle
round him. Cabling.
His forehead was believed with the
sweat of anguish, and he tried TO wipe
off this dampness. but failed. lie could
not get his arm that far.
"Nev' mind" policeman said; and
II
skirts of the blue coat covered with
lust and sunshine. Ambulance here in
! minute. New mind tryin' TO move
my. You want 'em TO send for some
special doctor?"
No" Georges lips formed the word
OR To take you TO some private
lospitaI?"
Tell them 10 take me- he said
aintly. ito the City hospital"
"A right"
a smallish young man in buster
idgeted among the crowd. explaining
nd protesting and strident-voiced
ir- MS 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. !
IT'S the fella that hit you" the POI ..
ceman said. looking down on George. ;
| guess he's right; you must of ben /
hinkin' about somep'n' or other It's !
the damage them little ma :
hines can do-y0u'd never think it r
Ut / guess they amt much case ag'in Z
his felIa that was drivin' it,"
You bet your life they amt no case i
n me!' the young man in the buster \
greed. with great bitterness. He came
nd stood at Georges feet, addressing
ina heatedIy: I'm sorry fer you all {
ghi. and 1 don't say l amt. / hold O
ofnin' against you. but Ii wasn't any o
ore my fault than the statehouse! c
TaSn't goln' a step over eight miles h
a hour, I'm perfectly willing TO say a
m sorry for you Though. and SOS the Il
dy with me. We're both willing to e
~ that much, but that's all. under 1
and - "
Georges drawn eyelids twitched Y
s misted glance rested fieetingly up h
l the two protesting motorists, and a