The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-10-19

She Han Toward Them-Horror Was
in Her Aspect.
1T goI / saw it fall Oh, God, save
them-oh. God. take them: don't let
them suffer that wayI'
They were all running now, running
with desperate speed down the long
road. about the curves, on and on to-
ward the frantic noise of the dogs
barking, and toward another noise,
the sound of human voice twisted
and wild with agony.
The strange woman was crying out
wildly; Cherry was sobbing a prayer.
Peter. without knowing that he spoke
at all, was repeating over and over
again the words: Not Alix-my God
lit cannot be-she has never had an
accident before-not Alix!
A last curve. and they knew. Over
one of the sharpest and ugliest OF the
descending precipices, crashing down
through the saplings and underbrush
and striking the trunks Of score of
trees on its way, the heavy car had
fallen like boulder. And Peter saw
that it was Alix's car, and with a great
cry he sprang over the bank and, Slip
ping and stumbling. followed its mad
course down almost to the dry creek
bed in the canyon, and fell on his
knees beside the huddled figure that,
erect and strong, in its striped blue
gingham, had been Alix only a few
short minutes ago.
She had been flung clear of the car,
and although every bone in her body
was broken. by some miracle the face,
except for deep cut where the brown
hair met the tanned forehead, was un-
touched. And as he caught her in his
arms and bent over her with the bit
terness of death stopping his own
heart, a soft thick braid loOsened and
fell like the touch of her hand upon
his own, and it seemed to him that In
the tranquil face and in the very look
of the closed and fast-shadowing eye.
lids he caught a glimpse OF Alix's old
smile
Peter forgot everything else In the
world. He held her close to him and
put his face against her face. and per-
haps she had never so truly been his
own as in this moment of their part
ing, when the quiet autumn woodland
shot with long shafts from the sinking
sun, rang with his bitter cry:
mo, Alfx-not dead Ny wife
my wifeI'
There were other men and women
gathering fast now, and the whole lit
tie valley was beginning to ring with
the tragedy. After while some SYM
pathetic man touched Peter on the
arm TO say that Mrs Lloyd had
tainted. and that If he would please
tell them what to 60 about the other
mamie was not yet dead
Peter reused himself. and with help
from half q dozen hands on all sides
he carried Alix up to the road and
laid her upon a motor robe that some
kindly spectator had spread In the
deep dust.
Presently he was conscious that
snail, slight woman with disorderly
fair hair and with her face streaked
with dust and tears was standing be-
side him, and looking down at her,
he saw that it was Cherry.
eyes. Cherry?" he said. moistenIng
his dry lips.
Peter" she said. '.they say Mar
tins Iiving-he was screaming" She
grew deathly pale and faintness swept
over her. but she mastered 1t. "He
was caught by that tree" she said.
And he is living. VIII you tell them
$olI ono re fboSa r,ap-%bat 20 he
viii help me, we can drive him home
If you'n tell him that. then I'll get
doctor
Eyes. / WILL" Peter said. not stir
ring. His eyes had the look of sleep
walker: he nodded slowly and graveIy
at her, Ike Il very old man. you"
he Sid TO a man who had stopped his
car near by and who was pressing
alphabetically close. "Win YOU