Stateswoman's Shin

One evening last week an automobile with a big trailer stood parked on a peaceful hillside near the town of Washington in southern Indiana. Below, at the bottom of a dark slope, the waters of a small lake shimmered faintly. The hour was nearly midnight and the car itself was dark and empty, but a soft light glowed from the windows of the trailer where a honeymooning couple were preparing for bed.

In the stillness of the night the car, with its lighted trailer outlined against the dark foliage of trees, began to move. Almost imperceptibly, then faster, it rolled towards the lake below. Suddenly light shone brightly from the door of the trailer. The figure of a matronly woman appeared, sprang into the night. A tall, broad-shoulered man followed. Pell-mell down the dark hill they ran beside the rolling caravan. Then the woman jumped for the running board of the car to pull its brakes. She slipped, fell, lay groaning, while her distracted companion rushed to her side. The car rolled on, crunched solidly into a tree on the brink of the lake.

Thus ended the honeymoon-campaign tour of Democrat Ruth Bryan Owen, retired U. S. Minister to the Court of King Christian of Denmark and Captain Boerge Rohde of His Danish Majesty's Life Guards.

Said the authorities: "Emergency brake not set."

Said the doctors: "Fractured left tibia."

Said Mrs. Rohde: "I need a rest anyhow."

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