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RSDAY, JANUARY 29, 1912 TIIE WAYNES VILLE MOUNTAINEER Page 7 m2s mason CHAPTER XVI .. to.-itiftl rocket. Ian's car Li to the summit of a hill and that vantage ins not ees ue .nrawline white houses of In lying far below. . the stragnt, wniws ruu hc th headlights of a car, L Hancin?. like those of an tobile that is driven at head ., Knmethinar told him that L Bobkhine had taken alarm ivas dashing at top speed for lane which would bear him to y. e wonder man at the wheel led in despair. . , . After all he lost. No human effort could that gap of three kilometers e the Russian got to Hatvan. with that stubborn unwilling of his kind to call quits until ust effort has been made, Ian forward, praying Bobkine's night break down, might blow re anything to prevent his ling the plane in time. But at iame time he knew that such mient miracles, rarely, if ever, red. ire and more indistinct became utline of the road, until the ef- to focus the reeling headlong became tremendous. How lie was and how weak, the car had become slippery with . All he knew was that Bob must not reach that plane not escape to ruin not only the of Ilva and Leonard, but his land Lolita's as well. rushed Ian's car. At the top little rise Ian saw he had fed on the other, but not fph to catch it before Batvan reached. black curtain seemed to mo larity obscure the driver's star ves and instinctively his foot the accelerator. Great God, he have lost a lot of blood he had 1st gone under that time. Hell! speed had dropped a good tv kilometers an hour. He fed rather than saw that Lolita peering at him; then he skid around a corner and saw Hat- tl a good kilometer away. To lght lay a wide and apparently field across which could be the ioltinsr lisrhta of the other Which must hare turned at the nun kasn.uyt.iKi mom village and was now traveling at right angles to him. While Ian made a desperate effort to clear his head, Bobkhine's car swung around a little curve. Its lights, striking ahead, momentarily revealed in a meadow the outline of a large yel low and black monoplane, the pro peller of which was turning over lazily. It was an open job, Ian saw, a four-seater warmed up and ready for quick take-off. Towards it Bobkhine's car was now dashing at top speed, lucky he could not know his pursuers were only a girl and a badly wounded man. Sommoning all his will-power, Ian determined on a final gamble to retrieve a struggle which seemed doomed to hopeless defeat. He could never come up with the Russian if he followed the road through Hat van, but if he took a chance and cut blindly across the field well, there was a chance in a thousand he could stop Bobkhine's escape and the disaster attendant upon it. Ac cordingly he braked the car vi ciously, wrenched the wheel to the right and, plunging wildly off the road started across the field. Though his present speed was comparatively slow, yet he never theless was gaining, for Bobkhine's car had run along two sides of a triangle and he was taking a short cut. Yes, it would be damned close, but there was a faint possibility that he could get to that monoplane in time to shoot it out with the Rus sian. Every jolt of the car sent searing barbs of pain through his wounded shoulder and all the world seemed very queer and unreal. He must have lost a lot of blood. Ah! The interval between his car and the swaying limousine had narrowed to a hundred yards or so, he was winning the converging race on the plane winning freedom, love and honor for Leonard. When he could distinguish the passengers in the pursued car his left hand fumbled for the pistol on the seat beside him, but just as his fingers closed over the butt, the two-seater slowed disastrously, it wheels dig ging hub-deep into soft loam which was no doubt watered by an under ground spring. Furiously, he wrenched the driving wheel right and left It was appalling, mad dening, how the car lost speed though great clods of earth were spewed out by the spinning tires and the engine whined like a leashed hound. It was sickening, unbearable, to see how the other car now forged on while Ian's slowed, . skidding crasily and carried on only by its momentum. . With the pitiless and icy fingers of despair squeezing his heart, Ian, through a mist of pain, beheld the other car turn triumphantly into the meadow beyond the road, its jolting lights revealing the yellow and black monoplane to the lasts detail. He could even see the be gogled pilot standing in his cock pit and beckoning frantically. All at once the wheels of Ian's car hit firm ground again and lurched forward like a spurred thoroughbred. Too late, the race was lost. Ian, furious, saw the othei1 car halt and watched two fig ures, one short and round, desert it to sprint across the ground to wards the monoplane. Forward in a magnificent burst of speed surged Ian's machine, but through the driving wheel his .fail ing eyes' beheld the two fugitives in the act of clambering hastily in to the forward cockpit. Risking broken springs, he drove the two-seater at full tilt across the road from Hatvan, just as the mon oplane commenced to roll forward. Disjoined impressions were all Ian had now. A great V of headlight- illumined turf a streak of yellow red flame shooting from the mono plane's exhaust Lolita smiling bravely in the face of defeat. There was the plane. He must stop it! Cripple it before it could rise. Had he speed enough to overtake and ram it before it could rise ? A thousand mad voices yelled that he had not but he would make a try, "Get down!" he yelled to the girl beside him. "On the floor! Going to smash!' Grimly determined, Ian set his jaw and drove his car like a gray lance to head of the speeding mono plane, perhaps to force it into a low stone wall to the right Mechani cally he gauged his speed and the plane's and knew it was too late even for that. Sick with futile de spair, he saw the aeroplane's tail commence to bounce, the skid rais ing little puffs of dust Hell! They would take off any moment now. He pressed home the accelerator! and drove straight at the taxiing plane which yet lacked enough speed to rise. Through staring and glazed eyes he glimpsed the mono plane's ailerons and elevators just in front of the radiator cap could he catch them? The next instant he drove through the aeroplane's tail amid a blinding, crashing confusion of shorn yellow and black fabric and snapping wires. Past his head whirled a mass of canvas and wires, a staggering 'yellow wing and then, SOMETHING ALL CAN DO RV LICKING ENOUGH DEFENSE STAMPS WECAN LICK THE fighting to retain consciousness, he jerked his foot from the accelerator and blindly snatched for the emer gency brake, his attention riveted on the Russian's plane. Short of its after f usilage and equilibrium, the yellow and black monoplane was lurching drunkenly, grotesquely. Then, all at once, it nosed violently over and turned a disastrous series of somersaults that ripped off the wings and crumpled the cockpit into shape less wreckage. There sounded a deafening report when the mass settled and from beneath the en gine cowl burst a blinding sheet of white hot flame. That much Ian saw and theen commenced to slip into the black abyss of unconsciousness but his descent was checked; above him was the beloved face of Lolita, in finitely tender of expression. Gen tly her arms went about him to draw him back. "We've won, darling" he gasped faintly. For ourselves and Leon ard I'm glad now Crane said hefd live it's terrible how much Ilya loves him." Her head bent close, bringing with it a suggestion of Black Or chids perfume. "Leonard? Live? I do not un derstand. But, Ian, my darling, I 1941 A. DUE This is to Give Notice that Penalties will be Added to all Unpaid 1941 Taxes on the First Day of February, 1942. I T&E PENALTY PAY NOW AND SAVE J. 17 BOY Tax Collector for Town of Waynesville do know we have survived." With incredible speed the plane roared into a vast torch, in the heart of which Ian and the horrified girl glimpsed a few briefly moving figures. How how terrible!" Lolita choked. "Terrible but necessary," Ian gasped. "Come on, we've got to get away from here." But he was too weak, and it was the girl who guided the big auto still mobile despite the recent crash away from the hissing inefmo. Your paper, sir." A valet hur ried into the room. 'This is the first edition I could find." "Give it to me," said Lolita von Waldcck. Monsieur is very tired." "Yes, Madame." And the hotel valet smiled to himself as if the remark were unnecessary. After all, who was he to think things if a lovely young woman and a hand some young man appeared in the early morning demanding a room and with no more luggage than a big car? With a faint swish of her long skirts, Lolita crossed to the bed, upon the pillow of which Ian Gray's face made a rugged b.jwn blot. "It is it there?" he demanded. "Yes." Oh Oh, thank heaven, they suspected nothing! It would cost you your career if it were even breathed that you killed Bob khine and the others, even though they were monsters." ... A silence fell in the pleasant lit tle bedroom and the clip-clop of a horse's hoofs on the street outside sounded very loud. Lolita drew a long breath and straightened the newspaper. : "Listen to this, my beloved: FATAL ' CRACK-UP NEAR HATVAN The remains of an unidentified plane were discovered by two gen darmes late last night Police in spectors state that the plane was of German construction and that it apparently crashed in the act of taking off. Identification of plane's four passengers is impossible, and as yet no one has appeared to make inquiry concerning them. "No one saw us," Ian said and heaved a sigh of relief. "Bobkhine's car must have rushed on as soon as he was dropped." "Yes, dear, we are safe ... for present, at least. No inquiry may ever be made. You see, I know Soviet methods." Infinitely tender of expression, she bent above him and gently her arms crept about his neck. "Oh, Ian-V "We've won, I'm sure, darling!" he cried and felt the strength flow back into him. "Yes, Ian, darling, we have won Haywood 4-H Club Plan Achievement Day On Saturday, Feb. 14 The 4-H clubs of Haywood coun ty will hold their Achievement Day program at the court house on Sat urday, Feb. 14th, beginning at 10:00 o'clock. All members are urged to attend and take part, and the public is cordially invited to visit the group. TRANSACTIONS IN Real Estate (At Recorded to Monday No Of Thit Wk)K East Fork Township J. B. Watts, et ex, to L. V. Kohler. Jonathan Creek TowMhip F. M. Davis, et ux, et aL to W. P. Boyd. Waynesville Township J. P. Francis, et al, to Charlie Grasty, et ux. each other to be sure." Lolita. the Lady of the Black Orchids smiled. "And that is greater than any diplomatic triumph." The air seemed heavy with orchidees noires. (THE END.) Nigh Cash Prices For T ft N m K c& We are in the Market for both Chest nut Oak and Hemlock Tan Bark. If you have any to sell, come to our Office at once and secure contract. . . . 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