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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 25, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19',
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Carter grinned at Osborne and
shouted, but his words could not be
heard above the motor. Osborne
nodded and pointed toward the mon
oplane, whose outlines were now dis
tinctly discernible. He drove in on
it, and soon the great dove-like im
plement of war, with its waiting pilot
and observer, was within the mile.
Osborne applied the steering lever
hard, and the biplane shot up, the
taube also climbing. With terrific;
speed Osborne shot forward, expos
ing the whole flank of his machine.
The man in the taube fired. Osborne
heard the shots swish through the
biplane's wings; he saw Carter clap
his hand to his upper arm and draw
it away covered with blood. Carter
had been winged by the occupant of
the taube, which was already only a
speck in the distance.
Osborne wheeled and approached
the taube, which had also returned
upon its course. Carter looked back
and shouted. Osborne could just
make out the meaning of his words.
He was directing Osborne, to fly diag
onally across the front of the mono
plane, so that he could get in his
shots. Osborne made as if to do so;
but as the taube approached, threat
ening imminent destruction, he shot
to one side. Again the two vessels
passed broadside on. The accupant
of the taube was shielded by the me
tallic framework, while Carter's body
was entirely exposed. Plashes and
shots sprang from either weapon,
and once more the two ships were
drifting away from each other.
The look in Carter's eyes almost
unnerved Osborne. Twice he had at
tempted murder, and each time he
had been baffled. He thought of
Mary Lannlng. Once more the mad
fury mounted into his brain. As the
machines approached each other for
the third time, Osborne deliberately
steered so that Carter's entire body
was exposed to the fire of the Ger
This time there was no room for a
miss. Carter collapsed in a heap 1
I upon the chassis of tie biplane. Os-'
oorne looKea at tnen nuaauea,neap ay
front of him, and then, ignoring the
renewed challenge of the triumphant
German, shut off his motor and vol
In a little field the machine came
heavily to earth. Osborne sprang out1
and lifted his companion. The haej
in his heart has been succeeded by
remorse. It seemed incredible now3
that he was responsible for Carter's
Carter was breathing heavily. He
opened his eyes, looked up and smil
ed at Osborne.
"Give me the photograph in my'
pocket," he whispered.
Osborne pulled if out and placed it
in x Carter's hands. Carter studied it!
attentively then spoke again.
"Bend down," he wliispered. "t
want to tell you that I have wrong
ed you deeply. She loves you."
"What are you saying?" cried Os
borne wildly. 7
"She loves you," Carter muttered.
She did not know where you were., I
promised her to tell you. I didnjt
tell you because I loved her, Osborne.
I hoped she would forget you. -But
she wouldn't have-me. It was you all)
the time, old man. Forgive me."
His voice gathered strength. "Lis
ten," he went on. "I wanted to tejt
you some time. Today, when you
drove into the line of fire I I thought
you knew and were trying to kill me.
I deserved it"
"I did," shouted Osborne. "I didnt
know she loved me, though, and I
had seen her photograph fall from
your pocket I tried to murder you.
I was mad with jealousy. My blood
be on my own head."
He beat the air wildly with hs
hands and flung himself beside the
body of the wounded man, . striving
to staunch the wounds, frim which
the life-blood was ebbing away. Car
ter smiled faintly at him and gripped
his hand. Then he fell back, uncon
It was not until the surgeon begajt1
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