The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-01-23

Yea think no ~ suid nuAene.
sNo. / haven't anything to offer him."
II suppose not" Kinney returned
thOughtfully. as he went on. II don't
know that / would myself. Well, we'll
probably see his name In the papers
some day II he stays with that jobl"
However, the nitro-glyccrin
expert of whom they spoke did not get
into the papers as consequence OF
being blown up. although his daily life
was certainly a continuous exposure to
that risk. Destiny has constant pas
sion for the homogeneous, and 1t was
Georges lot to manipulate wholesale
quantities Of terrific and volatile ex-
plosives In safety. and to be laid low
By an accident so commonplace and in
consequent that 1t 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 r. Nevertheless, Fate's ironic
choice for Georges undoing was not a
big and swift and momentous car, such
as Eugene manufactured; It was 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 q Sum
day morning, on downtown crossing,
with the streets almost empty, and no
reason in the world for such thing
to happen. He had gone out for his
Sunday morning walk, and he was
thinking of an automobile ut the very
moment when the little car struck
him; he was thinking of shiny Ian
daulet and charming figure stepping
into 1t. and Of the quick gesture Of a
white glove toward the chauffeur, mo-
tioning 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 ques-
ton "Was it Lucy?" He could not de-
eide, and his lack Of decision In this
matter probably superlnduced lack
of decision in another, more pressingly
WILL. AZ tHG otNOhu uuu iOuutl
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 go back
ward or forward; these questions be-
came entangled in his mind. Then,
still not being able to decide which Of
two ways to go. he tried to go both
and the little car ran him down. 1t
was not moving very rapidly, but it
went all the way over George.
He was conscious Of gigantic VIC
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 small pistol, and was
stabbed by excruciating pains In his
legs. Then he became aware that the
machine was being lifted Off 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
off this dampness, but failed. He could
not get his arm that far.
"Nev' mind,"H policeman said; and
George could see above his eyes the
skirts of the blue coat, covered with
dust and sunshine. Ambulance here in
q minute New mind tryin' to move
any. You want 'em to send for some
special doctor?"
mo" Georges lips formed the word.
"Or to take you to some private
hospital?"
"Tell them to take me-" he said
family, "to the City hospital"
"a right"
A smallish young man In buster
fidgeted among the crowd, explaining
and protesting and a strident-voiced
girl, his companion, supported his ar
gument, declaring to everyone her
willingness to offer testimony in any
court Of law that every blessed word
he said was the Gods truth.
ats the fella that hit you," the po.
liceman said, looking down on George
II guess he's right; you must of ben
thinkin' about somep'n' or other. It's
wunnerful the damage them little ma
chimes can do-yop'd never think it
but guess they amt much case ag'in
this fella that was drivin' It,"
"You bet your life they amt no case
on me-" the young man in the duste'
agreed, with great bitterness. He came
and stood at Georges feet, addressing
him heatedly: "I'In sorry fer you al
right, and don't say amt. ! holt
nothin' against you, but 1t wasn't on,
more my fault than the statehouse
Wasn't goin' step over eight miles
an hour! I'm perfectly willing to sa!
I'm sorry for you though, and SOS thu
lady with me. We're both willing t
say that much, but that's all. under
standw
Georges drawn eyelids twitched
his misted glance rested feetingly up
on the two protesting motorists, ant
the old imperious spirit within hin
aickered up in single word. Lynn
on his back in the middle Of the street
where he was regarded by an increas
Ing public as an unpleasant curiosity
he spoke this word clearly from
mouth filled with dusr, and from lip
smeared with blood.