The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-08-18
NoLTAIRE having gon lame at the

WoLTAIRE having gone lame at the
v hurdles the day before, his mas
ter was taking a morning walk instead
of a ride, when he met Miss Hearst in
an auto. He raised his hat and evinced
a disposition TO stop, whereupon the
lady gave the steering gear such a
vigorous twist hat the machine
seemed determined TO chase Eskridge
off the sidewalk and over the fence.
stop mel" she called, but before he
could move she had accomplished the
feat herself with a suddenness that
nearly sent her over the dashboard
and into his ready arms.
"The thing seems tender mouthed,"
said he. You're too hard on the bit"
Its my first trip alone" she ex-
planned, turning the auto in a jerky.
hesitating way, as the power was
%nerYously applied or shut off, 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 limited at
seorn. Does it look like a street car?
To mobe is now the correct form, so
Mr.. Crandall says
Il suppose he has put you on to this
new electric fad" said Eskridge, eye
ing the spick and span automobile as
if it were a personal enemy.
Put me on!" Helen's glance as well
as tone were tremendously contempt
uous now. How slangy you grow"
Then in assumed surprise: You seem
to be walking. Where is Voltaire?"
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 av-
enue, at the vacant seat by her. then
at the gloomy young man on the side
walk.
"Mr. Cran6all is in the CITY," she
responded, demurely enough. He
may be motoring there for what l
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 C~randall," he exclaimed,
briskly. "You are not to be trusted
in n of these things alone. Start up.
Nelly"
But Helen had recovered her dignity
as well as composure, and her tone be-
came correspondingIy chilly.
Don't crowd, MIR. Eskridge. One
needs room to work these levers salts
~factorily. as you ought to know"
81 don't know hat l ought to know
anything"
"Yet you presume to advise me, who
have been taking lessons two weeks
Under Crandall," George could not
help interPolating.
Under Mr.. Crandall, whom you
seem to wish to see hung"
Il 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
Jooe IL etAhS"
BY this they were spinning down
the avenue and into a road leading to
the wide stretch of ocean beach thai
ribbed the seward side of Loon Is.
land, not unlike a section of some
Brobdingnagian race course, with a
chorus of summer surges instead OF
shouting crowds as the natural en-
viroamept. Helen, reading jealousy
under all this anti-Crandai surliness,
grew tenderly self-complacent as she
endeavored to slow down to a more
conversational gait. Then a per
turbed look came into her eyes as she
fumbled at the levers.
what can be the matter now?" she
began.
What shapely hands you have
Nelyl" interrupted Eskridge, rather
i~rrelevantly, and seemingly obliviouso OF
the fact that they were tearing along
towards the ocean at a runaway pace
"oh, dear!' she complained. why
won't the odious thing turn??"
They were leaving the road and
ploughing right on over the low sand
dunes that lined the beach.
such a foot," continued George,
diverting a dreamy eye to where one
of Helen's small. strapped driving
slippers was vainIy pressing at some.
thing which she supposed would con.
troll the application of the motive