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EIGHT
TMEIfISTSfIOT-
In thts story Mr. Palmer, the
noted war oorreepondent, he* paint
ed war aa he hat teen It on many
battlefields, and between many na
tion*. Hie Intimate knowledge of
•rmlee and armaments hat enabled
him to produce a graphic picture of
the greatest of all ware, and hit
knowledge of conditions hae led
him to prophesy an end of armed
oonfltcte. No man le better quali
fied to write the atory of the final
world war than Mr. Palmer, and
he has handled Ms subject with a
master hand.
(Continued from Yesterday.)
"Bow long wU U take to-inotrtltoer*
“Lea a than a week after the rall
etutoa are pot entirely at orur aconrtoa,
wtth Utiuo praoadlnc days at scattered
BWeßienU,’ Mtawamd Westerllng.
"DriKbnnite rnnt>Utaa«nn* are all right
tat a (Pptumette threat that oraatna a
furore In the newspapers and a de
pswudun In the stack market, but
srtrtdh is not to be carried out. When
firtro oaan war, all ■ peed and the war
Sonar at White beat "
"Vha wcoh) haem made a good poll-
Oden, Westerllng," tho premier ro
snartaed. with a twitching uplift of the
flbwnwa and a knowing gleam Id his
■bread old eyes
1 "thank yaa." replied Weatorllng.
eaan wt»o is atfln to lead In anything
*“n»t ha wennethtng of a politician."
I “Mery traa, indeed Perhaps I had
That partly In mind In making yoa
pk» ChW of atsft," responded the pre
“Than «t all goes back to the public
*■ do that enormous body of human
ity c*rt ttmaet" He swung the paper
kirth. unwind with outstretched arm
Soward the walla of the room. "To
■mblln opinion- aa does everything
edne to this agw—to the people- -oar
masters, your and mine! For no man
can stand against them when they aay
no or yea."
“Toa know the keys to play on,
though.” remarked Weatorllng with a
complimentary smile. "No one knowa
quite so well."
"And you are sure- -earn we can
win?” the premier asked with a long,
tense look at Weatorllng, who was
steady under the scrutiny.
'beolutely*" he answered. “Fire
millions against threw! It's matbe
ms tics, or our courage and skill are
"I Stiftw My Liter He Crted Hoarsely.
not evtal to thalrs Absolutely I We
haro the power, why not uee it? We
fc art fin In a dream ageJ”
a sudden, unwitting exertion
of hi* strength the knife which had
been the recipient of hi* emotions
•new—! In two Rather carefully the
promtor laid the pleoe* on the table
hedore he roae and turned to Weeter
lixtg. hi* decision made.
"If the people respond with the war
fewer, then It te war." he said. "I
take you at your word that you will
win!"
"A ouoffltton!- Weeterltng an
ftonnoed. “From the moment war be-
Blae the army to master of *ll tntelll
gsooa. all rommuntoaUon. all re
source*. Everything we require govs
Into the crucible I"
"And the pres#—the mischievous
greedy, but very useful pressT" naked
tbs premier
“It also shall serve; also obey. No
fists of killed and wounded shall be
given out until I am ready. The pub
lie must know nothing except what I
choose to tali. I act for the people
gad the turttoo”
"‘That to agreed." said the premier.
"Jhf these terrible weeks every nerve
and muscle of the nation Is at your
earrtoe to win for the nation. In
throe or four days 1 shall know If the
public rises to tbs csJi. If not -•“ He
shank hit head.
"WkUt all. the Information given
out is provocative to our people, you
will declare your ho|»e that war may
be averted," Weatorllng continued.
"This will screen our purpose. Final
ly, on top of public enthusiasm will
come the word that the Browns have
fired the first shot as they must
when we cross the frontier- that they
have been killing our soldiers. This
will make the racial spirit of every
man respond. Having decided for
war. every plan Is worthy that helps
to victory.”
"It seems fiendish!" exclaimed the
premier In answer to a thought eddy
ing tn the powerful current of his
brain. "Fiendish with calculation,
but morelfsi. as you say.*
"A fast, terrific campaign! A ready
machine taking the road!” Wostorllng
declared. "Less suffering than If we
went to war carelessly for a long cam
paign- than If we allowed sentiment
to Interfere with Intellect.”
"I like your energy, your will I” said
the premier admiringly. "And about
the declaration of war? We shall
time that to your purpose.”
"Declarations of war before strik
ing, by nations taking the aggressive,
are a disadvantage.” Westerllng ox
plained "They are going out of prac
tVca. Witness the examples of Japan
against Runsla and the Balkan allies
against Turkey. In these days dec
larations are not necessary aa a warn
ing of what Is going to happen. They
belong to the etiquette of fenoers.”
"Yes, exactly. The declaration of
war and l.ho ambassador's pmuqxnts
win be prepared and the wire that
lighting has begun will release them.”
agreed the premier.
"Yet If we did lose! rs when I had
given you all you ask your plans went,
wrong! If our army were broken to
pieces on the frontier and then the
nation, kept In Ignorance of events,
learned the truth"—the premier enun
ciated slowly and pointedly while he
locked glances with Weaterllng—"that
Is the end for us both. You would
hardly want to return to the capital
to face public wrath!”
"We must win though we lose a
million men!" he answered. "I stake
my life!" he cried hoarsely, striking
his fist on the table.
"You stake your life!” repeated the
premier with slow emphasis.
"I dor said Westerllng. "Yes, my
life. We cannot fall!”
"Then it will be war. If the people
want It!" said the premier. "I shall
not resist their deßlre!" he added In
Ms official manner, at peace with his
conscience.
• • • • •
Bartow was a great brain set on an
enormous body. Bartow's eyes had
the Ore of youth at sixty-five, but the
pendulous flesh of his cheeks was
pasty. Jealousy and faction had en
deavored for years to remove him
from his position at the head of the
ermj on account of aga New govern
ments decided as they came In that he
must go, and they went out with him
still In the saddle.
Let officers apply themselves with
conspicuous energy and they heard
from a genial Bartow; let officers only
keep step and free of courts martial,
and they heard from a merciless task
master. Peculiarly human, peculiarly
dictatorial, dynamic, and Inscrutable
was Bartow, who never asked any one
under him to work harder then him
self.
l«nstron appeared In the presence
of Jove shortly after eight o'clock the
next morning after he left I,a Tlr.
Jove rolled his big head on his short
neck in a nod and said:
"Late!"
“The train was late, sir," Istnstron
replied, "and I hare some news about
our thouaamlth chance."
"llm-m! What is It?" aßked Bartow.
When Lanstron had told his story.
Partow worked his lips In a way he
had If he were struck by a passing re
flection which might or might not have
e connection with the subject In hand.
"Strange about her when you consider
who her parents were!” he said. "But
you never know, lim it!. Why don't
you sit down, young man?"
"The way that the Grays gave out
our dispatch convinces me of their in
tentions," Partow said "Their peo
ple are rising to It aud ours are rising
tn answer. The Grays have been trans
ferring regiments from distant prov
inces to their frontier because they
will tight better in an Invasion. We
are transferring home regiments to
our frontier because they will light
for their own property By Thursday
you will find that open mobilisation ou
both aides has begun."
"My department Is ready.” said
lanston, "all except your deoielou
about press censorship."
"A troublesome point," responded
Partow. "I have procrastinated be
cause two definite plans were fully
worked out It Is a matter of choice
between them; either publicity or com
plete aecrccy You know lam no be
liever In riding two horse* at onoe.
My mind la about made up. but let me
bear your side again. Sometimes I get
conviction by probing soother man's. ”
l.anatron was at his beat for his
own conviction was Intense
"Of course they will go tn for se
crecy; but our case Is different,” he
*- y. „ —. i.
Bartow settled himself to listen with
the gift of the organizer who draws
from tils Informant the brevity of es
sentials.
"I should take the people into our
confidence,” Lanstron proceeded. "I
should make them feel that wo were
one family fighting for all we hold
dear against the Invader. If our losses
are heavy, If we have a setbe-ck, then
the Inspiration of the heroism of those
who have fallen and the danger of
their own homes feeling the foot of
tha Invader next will Impel the living
to greater sacrifices. For the Grays
are In the wrong. The moral and the
legal right Is with us.”
"And the duty of men Ilk® you aDd
me, chosen for the purpose," said Par
tow, "Is worthily to direct the cour
age that goes with moral right. The
overt act of war must come from them
by violating our frontier, not In the
African Jungle but here. Even when
the burglar fingers the wlndow-sash
w shall not Are —no, not until he en
ters our house. When he does, you
wcoild have a message go out to our
people that will set them quivering
with Indignation?*'
“Yea, and I would let the names of
our soldiers who fall first be known
and how they fell, their backs to their
frontier homes and their faces to the
foe."
Onr very liberality In giving news
will help us to oover the military
secrete which we das Ire to preserve,”
Partow said, with slow emphasis. "We
shall bold back what we please, con
fident of the peoptafo trust. Good
policy that, yes! But enough! Your
orders are ready, In detail. I believe.
Yon have nothing to add?"
"No, sir, nothing; at least, not until
war begins."
"Very well. We shall bav® the or
ders issued at the proper moment,”
concluded Partow. ‘‘And Westerllng
Is going to find." be proceeded after a
thoughtful pause, "that a roan le
readier to die fighting to hold his own
threshold than fighting to take anoth
er man's War Is not yet solely an af
fair of machinery and numbers. The
human element Is still uppermost. Give
me your hand—no. not that one, not ,
the one you shake hands with —the
one wounded In action!"
Partow Inclosed the stiffened fin
gers In his own with something of the
caress which an old bear that Is in
very good humor might give to a
promising cub
"I have planned, planned, planned
for this time. The world shall soon
know, as the elements of It go into the
crucible test, whether It Is well done
or not. I want to live to see the day
when the l ist charge mad® against our
trenches is beaten back. Then they
may throw this old body onto the rub
bish heap as soon as they please—it
Is a fat, unwteldly behemoth of an old
body!”
“No, no, It Isn't!" Lanstron objected
hotly. He was seeing only what most
people snw after talking with Partow
for a few minutes, his fine, intelligent
eyes and beautiful forehead.
"All that I wanted of the body was
to feed my brain," Partow continued,
heedless of the Interruption. “I have
watched my mind as a navigator
watches a barometer. I have been
ready at the first sign that it was los
ing Its grip to give up. Yet I have
felt that my body would go on feeding
my brain and that to the last moment
of consciousness, when suddenly the
body collapses. I should have self
possession and energy of mind. Under
the coming strain the shock may come,
as a cord snaps. At that Instant my
successor will take up my work
I leave It off.
"The old fogy who has aimed to
Join experience to youth chooses
youth. You took your medicine with
out grumbling In the disagreeable but
vitally Important position of chief of
Intelligence. Now you—there, don't
tremble with stage fright!” For Lan
stron's hand was quivering In Partow's
grasp, while hts face was that of a
man stunned.
“You are to be at the right band of
this old body," continued Partow. "You
are to go with me to the front; to
sleep In the room next to mine; to be
always at my side. and. finally, you are
to promise that If ever the old body
fails In tta duty to the mind. If ever
you see that 1 am not standing up to
the strain, you are to say so to me and
I give you my word that I shall let you
take charge."
Lanstron was too stunned to speak
for a moment. The arrangement
seemed a hideous Joke; a refinement
of cruelty inconceivable. It was ex
pecting him to tell Atlas that he was
old end to take the weight of the
world off the giant's shoulders.
"Have you lost your patriotism?”
demanded Partow. "Are you afraid?
afraid to tell me the truth? Afraid
of duty? Afraid tn your youth of the
burden that I hear In age?”
Hts fingers closed In on lAnstron's
with such force that the grip was
painful. *
"Promts#!" he commanded.
"1 promise!" Lanslrnn said with a
throb.
'That's It! That's the way! That's
the kind of soldier I Ilka” Partow de
cl* red with change of tone, and he
rose from hit thair with a spring that |
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
was a delight to Lanstron In its proof
of the physical vigor so stoutly denied.
"We have a lot to say to each other
today." be added; “but first I am go
ing to show you the whole bag of
tricks.”
His arm crooked In I.anstron's. they
went along the main corridor of the
staff office and entered a vault having
a single chair and a small table in
the center and lined by sections of
numbered pigeonholes, each with a
combination lock. At the base of one
section was a small safe. It was not
“It It AM There, My Life, My Dreams,
My Ambitions.”
the first time that Lanstron had been
tn this vault. He had the combination
of two of the sections of pigeonholes,
aerostatics and intelligence. The rest
belonged to other divisions.
"The safe to my own, as you know.
No one opens it; no one knows what
Is in it but me." said Partow, taking
from It an envelope and a manuscript,
which he laid on the tatjle. 'There
you have all that Is in my brain—the
whole plan. The envelope contains
the combinations of all the pigeon
holes, If you wish to look up any
tails."
'Thank yon!” Lanstron half whis
pered. It was all he could think of
to say.
"And you will find that there is
more than you thought, perhaps; the
reason why I have fought hard to re
main chlqf of staff; why?—" Partow
continued Yn a* toice that ‘had the se
pulchral uncanniness of a threat long
nursed now breaking free of the bond
age of years within the sound-proof
walls. "But—” he broke off suddenly
as If he distrusted even the security
of the vault. "Yes, It Is all there—my
life's work, my dream, my ambition,
my plan!”
Lanstron heard the lock slide in the
door as Partow went out and he was
alone with the army's secrets. As he
read Partow's firm handwriting, many
parts fell together, many moves on
a chessboard grew clear. His breath
came faster, he bent closer over the
table, he turned back pages to go
over them again. Every sentence
dropped home In his mind like a bolt
in a socket. Unconscious of the pas
sage of time, he did not heed the door
open or realize Partow’s presence un
til he felt Partow's hand on his shoul
der.
"I see that you didn't look into any
of the pigeonholes,” the chief of staff
observed.
1 juistron pressed bis finger-tips on
the manuscript significantly.
"No. It to all there!"
"The thing being to carry It out!"
said Partow. "God witty us!” he add
ed devoutly.
CHAPTER VIII.
Close to the Whits Posts.
On Saturday evening the 128th regi
ment of the Grays was mustered in
field accoutrements and a full supply
of cartridges. In the darkness the
first battalion marched out at right
angles to the main road that ran
through La Tlr and South La Tlr. At
length Company B. deployed In line
of skirmishers, lay down to sleep on
its arms.
"We wait here for the word,” Fra
cases, the captain, whispered to his
senior lieutenant. "If It comes, our
objective Is the house and the old
castle on the hill above the town.”
The tower of the church showed
dimly when a pale moon broke
through a cloud. By Its light Hugo
.Wallin saw on his left the pinched
and characterless features of Peter
kin. A few yards sbesd was a white
stone post.
'That's their side over there!" whis
pered the banker's son, who was next
to Psterkln.
"When we cross war begins," said
the manufacturer's son.
"I wonder If they are expecting ns!"
said the Judge's son a trifle huskily,
tn an attsmpt at humor, though he
was not glvsn to humor.
“Just waiting to throw bouquets!"
whispered the laborer's son He. too.
was not given to humor and hs, too.
spoke a trifle huskily.
(To be continued Tomorrow.)
READ THE ‘'WANTS”
THE APACHE
“Will You Keep Me, Doctor?” Said the Ex-Apache---"I
Shall Try to Behave and I Am a Pretty Good Hand at
Polishing Floors- -My Children Could Not Have Re
ceived Better Attendance Than at His Hands.”
(By Cam illy Gramacclni.)
Doctor Paul Magnier, member of the
| Academy of Medicine, had invited a few
friends* this evening to celebrate the fact
that his son had passed his examinations
with honor and was now a full-fledged
, physician, wefrthy of becoming in time
hiß father s successor.
Over our cigars after dinner we were
la.king about the latest sensation, the
arrest of a gang of burglars who for
many months had baffled all efforts of
the podee and fobbed right and left,
twice plundering a bank messenger in
broad daylight and carrying off tlie en
tire contents of scores of nurburban vil
las, whose inhabitants were temporarily
absent. All the members of the gang
were now under lock and key, but the
leader, whom the police had made
strenuous efforts to catch, had always
succeeded in slipping through the meshes
of the police dragnet and was still at
liberty.
“But you, my dear doctor,” said one
of the guests, “you. who have so often
ventured into the worst parts of Paris at
night in connection with your duty, have
you nevffr had any unpleasant meeting
with the Apaches?”
The doctor smiled.
“Oh. you know I have a talisman.”
“A talisman, you excite my curiosty.”
It is a very simple story and several of
you know the person of whom 1 am go
|iog to sopoeaok.” He then recounted as
follows:
I was just finishing my last year of
service at the hospital when one night,
when I was on duty, a poor devil was
brought in who had been found in a dark
street with a dreadful wound in his thigh
to the vefry bone. A knife that must
have been as sharp as a razor, had cut
open his stomach, fortunately without
piercing the bowels. The poor fellow,
who was, of course quite unconscious,
bore marks all over his body of kicks he
must, have received while lying on the
ground, and only the arrival of the po
lice had dfiven his assailants away be
fore they killed him.
His wounds were very dangerous and
besides several of his ribs vtfere broken.
The chief surgeon, the famous Dr.
Henion, known to all Paris for his mar
velous skill wtih the knife and the kind
ness of his hea*t, came up when 1 had
finished and expressed his full satisfac
tion with what I had done.
“I certainly could not have done bet
ter myself,” he said.
“I thank you, dear master.” I replied,
for to be praised by Dr. flenion meant
something you will hardly understand to
us young fellows at the hospital.
“I meant Just what I said,” he added,
“and to prove it I will turn this patient
over to you entirely. 1 have not the
.slightest doubt that you shall not need
my assistance, but if you should, you
know that all you have to do is to send
fer me.”
“It was thus that I got my first pati
ent. For several days he remained un
conscious, then a violent fever set in
and it was necessary to strap him to
prevent him tearing off his bandages.
In his delirium he kept on crying
w*ords which left no doubt that he be
longed to the notorious Octave's gang of
bandits, and that it was in a quarrel
over their booty that he had received
these all but fatal wounds.
When the fever went down his strength
was completely gone, but his wounds
healed normally, and when 1 told him
that he was saved and with a little pati
ence he would softn be as well as ever,
hia gratitude towards me boundless,
and before I could prevent him he had
seized my hand anrl kissed it. . .
The*© was no doubt that he was a
dangerous criminal, an Apache, the ac
complice of Octave and others, but I had
become attached to him as you will grow
attached to a patient whom you have
pulled through a dangerous crisis and I
promised myself to help
On a summer evening a school boy was
brought in who bad been run down by a
heavy truck which had crushed his foot
and leg. When carried into a drug store
he had begged not to he taken to the
hospital as this scare his paVents
and he felt sure l»e was In a condition
to be brought home. He bore the pains
of the operation and had enough pres
ence of mind to give me his address be
fore the pain made him faint.
I shall say nothing about the despair
of his poor parents since it is of my
Apache that lam talking. This fellow,
whom I shall call Antoine took an im
mediate liking to the boy, and sat up
with him all inght, refusing to leave his
bedside for a moment, and, telling the
sister that she might take as much need
ed rest, as he w|uld call he** immediate
ly if anything happened. During the
long days which followed before I could
declare the boy's leg was saved, Antoine,
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though feeble and convalescent himself,
was at the little fellow's disposal all the
time. He played checkers with him,
read aloud to him and even abstained
.from cursing and using bad langage, a
feat which even his genuine respect for
the sister had failed to accomplish. When
the child was lake nto his family I no
tired that Antoine's eyes were full of
teirs, of which he did not feel the least
ashamed.
The time when he was to leave him
self was drawing nearer, and I tried to
do a little preaching to him and offered
to get him a good job with a friend of
mine.
“You are very good, doctor,” he said,
“but it is quite useless. Octave has be
trayed me and played me false and I
wil' make him pay f oh: that, and pay
dear too. In the eyes of the law, be
sides, i shAli always be an outcast. No,
doctor, give me up, I am a bad case and
not worth you should waste a moment's
thought on me.”
He stopped a moment, but when I was
about to speak he went on:
"I don’t want you to think that I am
ungrateful to you for all you have done
if ever anybody should play you dirty
and you wjant me to get him out of the
way, I am your man as long as there is
a breath or air in me.”
f ew w-eeks Jater I left the hospital
and, having no money, 1 hung out my
shingle at the outskirts of Montnartre.
1 his was still half country and a friend
of mine had an old mansion situated in
a big park, which he asked me to share
with him.
It was a part of the city which had
the evilest possible reputation, infested
as it was with the worst kind of bandits,
who did not call themselves Apaches in
those days, bui Who were every bit as
bad.
More than once when returning from
a nightly call to a patient X saw suspic
ious silhouettes arising and clutched the
revolver firmely which I always carried,
out X never got a chance to use it for
every time there was a shrill whistle
trom somewhere and the shadows dis
appeared as if by magic. 1 began to
think that X was under the mysterious
protection of occult powers and after a
while, i became absolutely fearless and
went everywhere without the slightest
apprehension.
X had married and my wife often ap
proached me for my temerity in thus ex
posing myself to danger. 1 told her the
story of Antoine, and though she was
naturally interested in it and inclined to
believe him a king of criminal, she
otten reminded me of the risk which was
always there and that one of his sub
jects might fail to obey orders or might
rail to recognize in time. The only thing
that reassured her was that we were to
leave Montmartre in a few weeks.
One night in winter, while returning
from tile bedside of a poor woman about
1 o'clock 1 was suddenly set upon by
two bandits who knocked me down so
suddenly that even if 1 had my revolve!',
which 1 had left at home, X should have
had no time to use it. I was helpless
in their gnp, one of them having caught
hold of my throat and siowly strangling
me, and 1 was rapidly lusing conscious
ness, when I felt a new shock the grip
was relaxed, and I heard the sound of
two men running -away.
When I came to I found myself lying
on tlie ground a short distance from my
house and looking aruund i discovered
that there must -have been a fourth ac
tor In tlie drama, for close to me lay a
motionless form and when I went up to
it. 1 discovered it was Antoine. A knife
was still burled in tlie left side of bis
chest and he had evidently received the
blow intended for me.
Without losing a moment I carried him
to my house, opened the door, called ray
seVvant and began to examine the man
who had saved ray life.
By a miracle the knife had been de
flected, thus falling to reach his heart
and his wound healed with wondertul
rapidity.
When two weeks later he became
quite conscious and recognized me his
joy was boundless.
"There you see. doctor,” he said, “X
have kept my word. it was that skunk
Octave who tried to do you, because be
knew that was the worst thing he could
do to me, but X got the best of him
again, and I am happy.
Remembering my poov success lasq
time, 1 did not try to moralize. X was
curious, however to find out what he
thought of the wound he had received
and which he evidently avoided men
tioning.
"Bah, he said, “It was Octave's friend
who revenged him. That was her duty
and 1 am not angry. You must beat
women, when they deserve it, but if you
kill them you are a coward."
I said nothing, having got used to his
way of thinking, but he md surprise me,
when one morning he said to me:
"Will you keep me, doctor? I shall
try to behave and I am a pretty good
hand at polishing floors as 1 did It for
tlie Good Sisters at the hospital. 1 can
also announce your patients and help
you with the bandages. But you must
pay me nothing, for if I get money I go
to the devil. You will give me my.
clothes and on Sundays let me take your
little ones to the Grand Guignol."
My children could never have had a
better attendant than this ex-Apache.
We decided to change his name, because
of its associations so we called him
Flerre, and when I tell you that, you ail
know him.
"Certainly," said my friend I-ambelui,
of the Academy of Moral Science, "we
all know Pierre, but who the devil would
have thought him a reformed Apache.
Xle looked like an old soldier."
••But what do you think of the psyco
logical aspect of the case?"
••Oh. I am only a surgeon, and I will
answer you with old Montaigne. "What
do 1 know?”
THE ROADHOUSE WRECKS.
A young woman, bruised, cut and
senseless, was carried Into the sur
geon’s room at police headquarters the
other night. The police reporters of
the newspapers gathered around the
operating table and listened w-hlle the
police officer who brought her tn told
in Jerky sentences who she was und
how she was hurt.
"Motor car went over the hill—down
the hank—all drunk—coming from a
roadhouse out In the county—fine
looking girl—good family—kill her
mother, likely."
The oldest reporter tn the group, the
one who had been longest at police
headquarters, who had seen many a
girl and many a woman brought :n
that way. some dead, some cripple 1.
others only stunned, stood silent s
minute and then:
"Another roaohouse wreck," he said.
To him It was Just one more girt
wrecked In a roadhouse.
The police records are full of them.
It Is an old, old story to the men about
police stations and they are all very
much alike, the story of the young
w jman taken for a motor car drive In
the country; the stop on the way back
for "a bite to eat;" the "Just a little
wine," the argument, old as Satan.
"One llttel drink won’t hurt:" the ride
home along the dark highway, with
a drunken, reckless man at the wheel;
the dangerous curve; the slip over the
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2
edge of an embankment; the wreck
at the botton-
The wreck of that girl’s life began
at the roadhouse out in the country.
The sen-dess body lying still, among ,
the weeds, is only a sequence of tty* 1
real wreck, which had its beginning
when she passed over the threshold
of the country roadhouse.
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