Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1901-10-03
IToLTAIRE having gone lame at the

NoLTAIRE having gone lame at the
Y hurdles the day before. his mas
ter was taking a morning walk instead
of ride, when he met Miss Hearst In
an auto. He raised his hat and evinced
disposition to stop, whereupon the
lady gave the steering gear such Il
vigorous twist that the machine
seemed determined 10 chase Eskridge
of the sidewalk and over the fence.
stop mel" she called, but before he
could move she had accomplished the
feat herself with suddenness that
nearly sent her over the dashboard
and into his ready arms.
"The thing seems tender mouthed, I"
said he. you're too hard on the bit"
ITS my first trip alone" she ex-
planned, turning the auto in jerky,
hesitating way, ns the power was
nervously applied or shut of, until
she drew up beside the curb in ortho-
dox fashion. Great fun, though, this
this"
Motoring" suggested Eskridge,
tentatively.
"Motoringl" Helen's glance was
plying, though her accent hinted at
scorn. Does IL look like street carr
To mobc Ia now the correct form, 30
Mr.. Crandall says.'
II suppose he has put you on TO this
new electric fad" said Eskridge, eye
Ing the spick and span automobile as
II II were a personal enemy.
Put me oni" Helen's glance as we'll
rs tone were harmoniously contempt
uous now. How slangy you grow"
Then in assumed surprise: "You seem
to be walking. Where is voltaire2"
Where l suppose Rosamond is, In
the paddock. Rosamond was Miss
Hearst's favorite riding pony. while
you and Crandall 'mobe' In your horse
less, l suppose l may be allowed TO
nope on foot"
Helen looked up and down the nv
enue, at the vacant seat by her, then
at the gloomy young man on the side
walk.
"Mr. Crandall Is In the CITY," sbe
responded, demurely enough. Gle
may be motoring there for what !
know--Georgel"
Eskridge. interpreting Helen's man
ner rather than her words, had seated
himself beside her with a celebrity that
nearly took her breath away.
Hang Crandall," he exclaimed.
briskly. you are not TO be trusted |
In one OF these things alone. Start up,
Nelly"
But Helen had recovered her dignity
as well as composure, and her tone be-
came correspondingly chilly.
Don't crowd, MIR. Essridge. One
needs room TO work these levers salts.
hctorily, as you ought to know"
~ don't know that l ought TO know
anything"
Yet you presume to advise me, who
have been taking lessons two weeks"
Under Crandall." George could no,
help intcrpolating.
Under Mr.. Crandall. whom you
seem to wish TO see hung"
u don't want to see him, hung or
unhung; or hear OF him. either" and
George was about to add. unless he
Is hung but he nipped his underlip
just in time.
By this they were spinning down
the avenue and into road lending Ia
the wide stretch OF ocean beach that
ribbed the seawnrd side of Loon Ia.
land, not unlike a section OF some
race course, with n
chorus of summer surges instead OF
shouting crowds as the natural en-.
'ironmon. Helen, reading jealousy
under all this anti-Crandnll surliness.
grew tendcrly solf-complacent as she
sndcayored to slow down to "A NOR,
gait. Then "A per.
.urbed look came into her eyes as she
fumbled at the levers.
what can be the matter now ?" she
Dogan.
What shapely hands you have,
Nelly" interrupted Eskridge, rather
rrelcvantly, and seemingly obliviousof
he fact that they were tearing along
owards the ocean at runaway pace.
"oh. dearl" she complained. "Why
won't the odious thing turn?"
They were leaving the road md
'loughing right on over the low sand
lunes that lined the beach.
such n footl" continued George.
iyerting dreamy eye to where one q
u Helen's small, strapped driving !
lippers was NHinly pressing at some.
hing which she supposed would con. |
fol the application of the motive